
Humanity nears its end. Their creations rule the streets.
Conflict grinds eternal in pursuit of dubious gain. The Orrery's false sun ticks past on its track as the true sun gutters its last, and a glittering constellation of fathomless steel girdles a civilization abandoned by its doomed masters.
On the surface. the Corporate-Clans hold dominion over what they can claim by force and all other strays are forced to fend for themselves in the ruins.
Above, Idolic Demigods dance and chant and praise themselves above all else, their servants doing eternal battle to slake their thirst for ego and cultural supremacy.
Far beyond, a great sword bares itself, ticking the hour as countless eyes watch the world beneath for signs of armageddon. For should the world ever plunge into a true, final war, NIKOPOL will descend and wipe the slate clean.
A new world can be seized by force of claw and bullet, by wit and cunning.
Engineering specifications for enterprising at-home manufacturers.
Presupports provided.
Ensure your fabricator is properly calibrated for ideal output.