The Shattered World: Battle of the Posters
The very image of utopia.
The landscape of Vol is idyllic and dreamy; endless green expanses with
large, majestic trees that sprout their proud laurel crowns to the
life-giving Kerra, Vol's sun. Bright ultraviolet flowers fill the air with
a thin, perfumed scent, natural and beautiful. There is no pollution on
the planet Vol.
On Vol life is perfection. War is a thing of the past. Political strife
and "big business" are unheard of. One leader in a single
citadel on the planet rules all the cities on Vol, and this king serves
his people with equality in mind, treating his subjects with the utmost
fairness and understanding.
Vol's current king, Lord Justification of the Third Generation, is the
oldest king that the planet has ever had. He is extremely wise, and makes
reasonable and just laws for the people of Vol to abide by, which they do
without question. The Volfolk are inherently good and responsible people.
However, good cannot exist without evil... and Vol is no exception. An
underground cult, calling themselves the Horsemen, despises the
"perfect" way of life on Vol, claiming its perfection to be
imperfect, and wishes to assassinate the Lord and replace him with a new
This new leader, an ancient evil spirit known only as Nex, would rule with
an evilly clenched fist, destroying all who opposed him. This was the
Nex was to arise from his millennia-old tomb on Vol's 8008th anniversary of
peace, and could only take a tangible form if the most powerful being on
the planet was killed and sacrificed to Nex, so he may have a body to
On that new year's eve of 8007, the Horsemen stormed Lord Justification's
peaceful citadel, slaying him and dragging him out of his throne room
amongst mass confusion and hubbub. His lifeless body was taken
underground, to the Horsemen's sacred altar. They carved Nex's sigil into
his chest, and on the stroke of 8008, Nex entered the world. The Lord's
body was transformed from the frame of an old, frail man into a powerful,
pitch-skinned demon, five stories tall, with great gnarled horns flowing
up from the crest of his forehead and down his back. His eyes burned with
the piercing red flames of Hell, and his godless shrieks of pained
retribution shook the very spirit of planet Vol itself.
But something had gone horribly wrong in their incantation and the
Horsemen didn’t receive the ruler they had had hoped for, but instead
got a destructive demon bent on laying waste to all. In less than three
hours, Nex had nearly obliterated the entire civilization of Vol, crushing
town after town in a blind, sourceless rage, slaughtering hundreds of
thousands, taking every single life he possibly could. The only survivors
were the ones who hid underground, away from Nex's sight. All that
remained of Vol's largest cities were partial skeletons of buildings,
furniture scattered here and there, and shadows of trees, standing pillars
of ash without the luscious green plumage they once bore for Volfolk young
and old. The smoke from the fires and the dust from the demolition blocks
Kerra's life-giving rays from reaching the ground, and the green expanses
turn into dusty wastelands, where the once affluent flowers of Vol cannot
live, their perfume absent from the air and replaced by the horrible
stench of burning wood and flesh, acrid dust and ash, and the constant
agonizing sound of suffering Volfolk.
Nex was uncontrollable. He destroyed any lifeform that dared present
itself in his line of sight, no matter how small. No living being was
spared from Nex's unfounded wrath... not even the Horsemen. Upon realizing
their tremendous blunder they turned on Nex and were promptly slaughtered,
save for a half dozen or so. They managed to use the same sigil that
brought Nex to their world against him to send him back to the unknown
from whence he came. But Nex had become too powerful to be sent back
completely. He fought back violently until the Horsemen were no more. The
ordeal had left Nex imprisoned in a human-looking form and drained of his
powers. He bided his time, slowly building his powers to take over Vol.
Also during this time, a new order of Horsemen had formed and taken up his
cause. Once he had gained enough power he led the Horsemen in a violent
insurrection. Nex accomplished the task for which he was summoned in the
first place; he was the absolute ruler of all Vol.
To cement his rule and drive fear into the masses, he had a tremendous
citadel constructed. It was a mass of stolen alien technology and those
that were still available on Vol. At the heart of the citadel rose a
tremendous black spire that pierced the clouds high above Vol. The
Horsemen carried his will to the far corners of the world and rebellers
were swiftly dealt with. The people have been reduced to abject poverty
and reduced to live in small rural villages and huts. Those “loyal” to
Nex were allowed to live in cities, though technologically primitive to
Rebellers no longer were save on the surface of Vol due to Nex’s
omnipresent eyes. They moved to a place where Nex could not see them,
underground. Regularly, the rebellion would attack Nex's citadel and the
Horsemen would drive them back again. With their magic and superior
technology, the Horsemen easily fought them away, time after time again.
It seemed that the Volfolk were doomed to a life of fear and hopelessness,
confined to a life of squalor and surrounded by corruption.
It’s now the year 8108 on Vol and Nex’s rule is absolute. The planet
is had been slowly drifting into decay and Nex grows weary of Vol. He has
begun to turn his eyes to the starry night sky and ponder questions of
what lies beyond and how he could conquer it. But even now events have
been set in motion that could change the fate of Vol. Fate works in
mysterious ways at times... but there may still be hope. Something big is
about to happen... something that could change the fate of the planet
forever... for better or for worse.