Everything is Permitted. Anything is Negotiable. Nothing is Inevitable.
The Worlds are Broken, Lost or Forgotten.
The Stars are Dead, Imprisoned or Beyond All Hope of Recovery.
There are No Cities, No Nations, No Empires...only Ruins, Wreckage and a Dangerous Wasteland curdled and curled about the seething vortex at the Heart-Center of a Dying Universe.
Time is Running Out.
The End is Nigh, Known and Inescapable.
Zalchis endures...for now.