Paradize
The world ended in nuclear fire, but the war for reality has just begun. Welcome to Paradize, a scorched earth locked in a zero-sum conflict between two visions of survival.
From sterile, subterranean bunkers, the Babylon Compact builds titanic machines to purify the poisoned air and restore the material world they lost. They are humanity’s last engineers, fighting decay with scavenged steel and brutalist order.
Opposing them are the Ascended, post-human zealots who embrace the fallout. They metabolize radiation to become immortal spirits of pure energy, dwelling in glowing craters they call Edens. For them, the flesh is a prison, and the bomb was a key.
These two forces are fundamentally incompatible. Where the Compact’s purifying towers rise, the spectral Ascended dissolve into nothing. Where the Ascended irradiate the land, the physical world is annihilated. Between them lie the Grey Wastes, a desolate expanse haunted by silent, looping holograms of past trauma made of dust and memory.
In this nuclear noir landscape, victory for either side means universal extinction. The only hope is the agonizing stalemate, a fragile balance where every click of a Geiger counter marks a step toward one of two perfect, and final, annihilations.
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The world ended in nuclear fire, but the war for reality has just begun. Welcome to Paradize, a scorched earth locked in a zero-sum conflict between two visions of survival.
From sterile, subterranean bunkers, the Babylon Compact builds titanic machines to purify the poisoned air and restore the material world they lost. They are humanity’s last engineers, fighting decay with scavenged steel and brutalist order.
Opposing them are the Ascended, post-human zealots who embrace the fallout. They metabolize radiation to become immortal spirits of pure energy, dwelling in glowing craters they call Edens. For them, the flesh is a prison, and the bomb was a key.
These two forces are fundamentally incompatible. Where the Compact’s purifying towers rise, the spectral Ascended dissolve into nothing. Where the Ascended irradiate the land, the physical world is annihilated. Between them lie the Grey Wastes, a desolate expanse haunted by silent, looping holograms of past trauma made of dust and memory.
In this nuclear noir landscape, victory for either side means universal extinction. The only hope is the agonizing stalemate, a fragile balance where every click of a Geiger counter marks a step toward one of two perfect, and final, annihilations.
