Intro text to Lone wolf Fists

Forgot to share this last night. It's the intro text for Lone Wolf Fist, my post-apocalyptic take on Tian Shang

"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 fists

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."