"The world died in a thousand atomic fireballs
Pockets of humanity
cling to life in the ashes of the world
Wandering heroes wield
mystic fighting arts against the many perils that threaten humankind
They are the Lone Wolf
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Welcome to the atomic aftermath of a fantastic world, hero. A
world where the gods taught humanity the secrets of Dharma and Chakra. A world
that pushed the fabric of reality until it tore. A world peopled with heroes
whose might could pull down the moon or crack the planet to its core.
Such marvels and terrors it had in delicate, harmonious
balance. And then came the fire, and the terrible noise of ten billion lives
blown out like candles. Then finally, silence. The ceaseless, unbroken silence
of a dead world.
Those few who huddled in vaults and bunkers and the secret,
sheltered places outlived their world. When the hot, yellow clouds blew out and
the shrieking winds went silent and still, then they emerged.
They found their world strange and silent and toxic but not
entirely empty. Gods and demons and creatures from before history were awoken
and driven mad or changed by the nuclear winds into terrible and powerful
predators.
Food and water became more precious than diamonds, and when
tribe found tribe, the thirsty soil was quenched with blood.
The savage remnants of humanity gathered beneath the banners
of seven mighty clans who wielded the lost martial powers of the time before
the fire.
In the dust and wind between the tribes, lone heroes wander
the wastes, pursuing ancient destinies of heroism and strength.
With this book, you and your friends get to play some of
these heroes and pursue their destinies in the smoldering grave of the world."
