CancrumOris
The Metal Capillaries, they gave us life. They ruptured and sentenced us to death. Technology was an addiction to us humans, it exalted us to the skies. Giving us strength and perseverance, giving us a new set of eyes. But it came at a price: War.
Our veins were metallic and our hearts were of iron. Our bones were of tungsten and our skin was of plastic. We were gods, or so we thought.
We sickened the Earth with pollution. We were maggots eating the live flesh, parasites in the bowels of our mother, pathogens leaching toxic chemicals out of our factories, cars, and daily lives
The Earth activated her autoimmune system. Turning the blood of many humans black, they died choking on black mucus, going insane and killing their loved ones, or simply went mad and killed themselves. Only those twisted and gnarled by the Capillary were able to survive the scourge
The Earth is shrouded with toxic gas. Every man, woman, bug, fish, and land beast was either transformed by the capillary, or killed. The sun is punishing, the atmosphere is thick.
My name is Typhus, an independent researcher for the Sorbus Vault. I seek to classify the mutated and twisted creatures of the wastes.