The Rift.  Seven years ago, it ended our world as we knew it. Ten sectors now exist, each ruled by a supernatural entity.  The age of humanity is over. We are the prey.  Vampires stalk the city streets, their hunger insatiable.  Werewolf packs roam the ravaged outskirts, their primal instincts unleashed.  Other, less understood horrors stalk the shadows, their forms and motivations nightmares made real.  The entities, the Muse, Captian Riptide, the Old One, and the seven others, reign supreme.  We are the lowest rung on a new, terrifying food chain, clinging to survival in the ruins of our former civilization, our dreams of reclaiming what was lost, a faint flicker in the suffocating darkness. 

The coffee is always on, the grill is always hot, and everyone has a story. Welcome to the Rusty Mug Diner, a 24/7 refuge for the hungry and the lonely. Pour a cup of coffee, serve up a plate of fries, and listen to the stories that unfold when the world gets quiet. Your shift is about to begin.


The Diner at the End of the World