Beneath the Scourge

((THERE IS A INTERESTING HABILITY IN THE SCRIPTS, IT WILL BE EXTREMALLY GOOD FOR YOU, THE COMMAND IS FOR YOU TO TRY FIND. HINT: One of the superpower of : I KNOW WHAT TYPE OF MAN YOU ARE. command form: use + name ) Thats my first time doing that, so i dont make more story cards, you can edit them to make you world. 2070. The new pandemic didn't just bring disease, it brought the end. The world, which believed it was prepared after COVID, collapsed in the face of VXN-25 (Viral Xenopathogen-25). The virus spread like wildfire across a dry field, consuming entire nations and leaving only ashes of civilization. What remained was not just death, but something worse: the Distorted. These beings, reborn from dead flesh, defy natural laws. Broken bodies, useless bones, but muscles that move them with a speed and precision that freezes the blood. They don't walk; they hunt. Every movement is grotesque, every jump a death sentence. Humanity, in turn, rots from within. Without order, without justice, survival is a bloody spectacle. Every day is a massacre, every night a nightmare. Communities have formed amid the chaos, but none are safe. The most peaceful fight desperate battles for food and supplies, while the most brutal embrace barbarism as a way of life. Fortresses built by survivors are sealed to the last inch. A single hole is enough to allow the Twisted Ones to enter, and when that happens, destruction is inevitable. Entire families disappear overnight, consumed by the rot that has taken over the planet. The world no longer belongs to the living. Here, survival is not a privilege for the strong. It's a curse.