Welcome to the year 2150, everything you once knew and loved is gone, swept up by the N’ss in their invasion, or destroyed by the Conclave. You have one goal on your mind, survive by any and all means. Death and war are all but plentiful in the world you live in, murders over scraps of junk or food are common, and are not looked down upon. The Conlave seeks to clense the world of any pre-NI Day factions, and they rule their own people with an iron fist. It is the Year of Our Lord 2150, and nothing lives, only survives. The UN has been utterly defeated by a masterful coup by the vile Conclave. Forget the promise of peace and understanding. Rampant clans of raiders and mutants hunt the survivors of the invasion. These are the signs of our times.

The Signs of our Times