Lore
Along with modding, I also enjoy writing stories, am I good at it? Of course not, English is not even my native language, so please try your best at the very least to tolerate this grammarly butchered incomprehinsable story of an overrated concept!
The lore of Unlimited Armament Works is set on an fictional planet named Terra, a lush green world with giant continent and vast ocean, home to more than 7 billion of its denizen known as "Human".
It goes by many names, "The Darkest Year", "The Great Catastrophe", "The Apocalypse" and many other, but it was commonly known as "The Heavens Fall". While a lot of the scientific community disliked the idea of religion and God itself, none would argue that what happened that time within one year if anything was divine punishment for us.
The Heavens Fall is a disaster of unparalleled cruelty, even calling it a genocide upon humanity would downplay the severity of this tragedy. Within 1 year, it managed to wipe out billions of souls, leaving only a few hundred thousand to fend for themselves in a smoldering remain of their once-great civilization.
"Is that true, sir? Then how are we here right now?" one of my students asked me during one of our history lectures. I mean they got the right question, after all The Heavens Fall happened nearly a century ago, and those who experienced the disaster already mostly perished, leaving the younger generation puzzled as to what happened to the past predicament.
Unfortunately, the answer to that is debatable at most, if you take a look at the raw data and see how many lives were lost in the span of that 1 year, it's easy to draw a conclusion that the rest of our race would just perish from the aftermath alone. Many sovereign nations just straight up collapsed overnight, its citizen don't even have time to evacuate to surrounding neighbors. It's the biggest humanitarian that we ever experienced.
And yet, here we are now, alive and breathing, even some of my colleagues are enjoying a warm cup of tea in the venue outside. All is well.
"Uhh.. sir? How about my question?" the same student asked again, waking me from my daydream while wiping the silly grin that forms on my face. "What do you think?" I kindly asked back. "We're just lucky then, sir?" he curiously replies in confusion. I smiled again, realizing that today's lecture is going to be a long one.
A significant ear-piercing cracking noise and an expansion of coastline come, soon waves of raging torrents of water as tall as even the most formidable skyscrapers incomprehensibly formed over the horizon. They thought they were ready. They thought their sophisticated technology would warn them of what was to come, yet this system they built somehow only gave them silence. Swiftly and efficiently, along with indiscriminate ferocity, it took hundreds of millions of lives within a few short moments.
The first warning rumoured came from an elderly fisherman, peacefully spending his retirement in his humble fishing vessel, old yet his age did not dull his senses and experience. He witnessed clouds forming in a strange formation with his keen eye, followed by a thundering sound yet a clear, bright sky. A feeling of dread and panic quickly rushed to his body. His frail old hand promptly picked up his communicator to warn the coast of what tragedy would happen.
Moments later, gigantic waves crash into the coast, annihilating anything that stood in front of it, leaving nothing but destruction in their path.
After a few decades, when the first radio communication was re-discovered, an unintelligible cryptic message that sounds oddly oriental was received by our skyfarers. None could decipher its message, and yet all who heard it could feel the sheer dread that lies. The message might be a clue that may solve the mystery of what happened before The Heavens Fall.
I played the recording of this message on repeat in our classroom, trying to see the reaction of my young scholars. It is a warning that came too late, in an already extinct language and for a nation that now only exists in history books. Though sounding incomprehensible, the recording discomforted many students. Various emotions could be felt, such as fear, anger, dread, and eventually acceptance from the sounds emitted by the class recorder. The recording ended with a loud sound of crashing waves and a gargled scream of a drowning man. Soon after, I immediately concluded today's session, some left with laughter thinking it was a joke, some cried, and many left the class in complete silence.
I soon realized that making them listen to this recording was a terrible idea as I received a warning letter from the head office.
