Metakod
In a galaxy where memory is the very fabric of reality, to exist is to be remembered. Great civilizations wage a constant, noble war of conviction, for what is forgotten ceases to be, feeding a cosmic horror that threatens to unmake the universe itself.
This is the world of Metakod. Here, history is an active battleground, and the laws of physics hold firm only where shared memory is strong. The dominant Slavic Continuum wields technology that is inseparable from art; their starships are masterpieces of cosmic lacquer, their hulls shimmering with living, holographic GZHEL_WEAVE patterns that are both cultural statements and functional data-streams. Their engines hum with a psionic choral chant, a sound of order holding back the void.
Against the encroaching, cancerous anti-reality of oblivion, heroes like Admiral Sineus fight a desperate war. Their goal is not conquest, but the defense of memory itself. In Metakod, the ultimate struggle is not between good and evil, but between existence and nothingness, between the sacred act of remembering and the absolute terror of being forgotten.
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In a galaxy where memory is the very fabric of reality, to exist is to be remembered. Great civilizations wage a constant, noble war of conviction, for what is forgotten ceases to be, feeding a cosmic horror that threatens to unmake the universe itself.
This is the world of Metakod. Here, history is an active battleground, and the laws of physics hold firm only where shared memory is strong. The dominant Slavic Continuum wields technology that is inseparable from art; their starships are masterpieces of cosmic lacquer, their hulls shimmering with living, holographic GZHEL_WEAVE patterns that are both cultural statements and functional data-streams. Their engines hum with a psionic choral chant, a sound of order holding back the void.
Against the encroaching, cancerous anti-reality of oblivion, heroes like Admiral Sineus fight a desperate war. Their goal is not conquest, but the defense of memory itself. In Metakod, the ultimate struggle is not between good and evil, but between existence and nothingness, between the sacred act of remembering and the absolute terror of being forgotten.
