Dying World

"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age." ~ H. P. Lovecraft   And so, the dark age has come. What Ancient Man has discovered, armed in his sorcerous sciences must not be known to us, for the sake of our sanity. Yet, from the toxic jungles of Gunthic to the freezing spires of The Steel Mountains, from the fathomless deeps of the oceans to the radiation-ridden wastes of the Scarred Realms humanity uses Ancient Man's creations, lives on them, serves them, worships them. Of His creations are the machines that let the giant Devourer Cities move, consume and keep alive thousands of their inhabitants. Of His is the promethean fire - source of divine energies, medicines, battle drugs and fearsome weapons. Of His are the very very mechanical gods before whom humanity bows and kneels. Will Ancient One's technologies we thrive upon drive us to extinction like they had driven Him? Only the whispering stars on the night skies may know for sure.   So basically Mad Max gone too far meets Lovecraftian Horror.