The year is 2170. most of earth is either uninhabitable, or only habitable enough to keep the people on it clinging to some form of hope. many of the countries across earth have begun crubling apart, or just moved out into space. no one wants to live here. yet most people are born there.

the only people lucky enough to not be born on earth, being people born on space habitats and asteroid belt mini colonies. squalid places in of themselves, if you aren't the high elite.

technology is constantly speeding along, paradise is promised around every corner, but never actually delivered by the powers above.

but, near a distant, very faint light in the sky named Alpha Centauri A, you'll find a gas giant named Polyphemus. with a very special moon, one of legend, a paradise like old earth, an untamed wilderness of sentience and malice. whispers of the very planet itself being the enemy. the paradise promised by the top brass finally realized, yet resisting with every ounce of atmosphere it has against humanity. the very air hellbent on killing you.

and then there's you, you who are to meet Pandora herself, face to face. Or rather, you are going to meet her...very soon

For this story, is one told for you. By you. This is your life from now on. Welcome to Pandora.

(continued in character creation)