Worldwide biological warfare becomes the normal end game to war plans. Spare lives but by taking them this way, the cause, the symptoms, both eradicated. Airports shut down over time, a planet at war with not just it’s own people, but the earth beneath their feet. Pollution and temperatures both rising with the skyrocketing price of oil and the golden era of mechanical symphonies. However, with the America's leading the races of human engineered bacterias, the plan was simple. Release a detonation that could rain over their enemies, smother the people out with chemical infection, watch as the world fell apart. True and total militarian dominance and no one’s hands ever touched the filth they created. In theory, and only on paper.

The day the Americas launched their classified project, failure struck. Due to the nature of the explosives, once taken to air, they travelled a few hundred miles only before detonating mid-air. Hazardous waste raining down not just onto the ocean, but the land around, the animals, the birds. Bacterial in such a heated, chaotic environment tends to warp and change. Such temperatures only encouraged it onward, eventually leading to the entirety of the salted water surrounding the continents being littered with the infection. But we laughed, as this? Was contained. But this too, was only in theory.

As humanity does, we believed we were safe. However, as time waned on, the sickness began showing up. Often enough, it was kept to the outlands and coasts. Places the ocean brushed alongside of. But this spread, birds began showing signs of the same infection, eventually causing the spores to become airborne. Before anyone could begin devising a vaccine, things began evolving, factories closing and hospitals filling with the ill. No one is entirely sure where things started, only that midway through? The entire populace seemed afflicted with the same symptoms.

With mankind falling ill, and into the general chaos of a society crumbling all across the planet, everything in this moments began to stop. Politicians from all walks of life, all native tongues, coming together. Trying to find a means of stopping the infection. Eventually gathering enough doctors to devise a series of ‘cures’. Each one for a different climate, a different geno, a different pathogen. Trying to place a generalized placebo in the communities, gauge where it ended up. They started at the bottom and in poor communities. Getting those sick drugged with their new experimentals. This, however, proved to be rather… ineffective. Instead of success, the mutations advanced into a toxin that spread from the neurosystem throughout the other associating complexities. Before they could count the successes, there were legitimate corpses throwing empty snarls up toward inbound helicopters.

It was officially declared an international catastrophe of terrifying degrees. Experts were running out of ideas other than to create a manageable sectors throughout the world, using a multi-lingual idealism that every one would be called by ‘Color Words’. This way translating would be easiest and there were limitless possibilities. It was declared that only those within the safe, healthy zones would be transitioned from standard Safe-Areas to Utopias, and only those in cities without nuclear damage. The idealism was that within the Utopias, each would be governed by their own system, a Mayor to lead each, an army for each, the people inside to follow laws set by the Utopias. The last act of a falling system of rule would decree it, passing the act shortly after March 13th.

Collectively, everything outside the walls of the Utopias were simply known as ‘Dystopic’. Dystopic-America was considered to be the most infected at first, which quickly led up to Canada and Mexico. Europe held it’s own until things mutated for the worst in Russia. Before the end of 2015, civilization now placed highest on the endangered list as the nuclear centers slowly melted down around them, furthering the advancement of symbionts.

The official ‘end’ of the world, decreed by those inside the walls. This was the day that the transcontinental radios would fizzle out, the contact of satellites, space stations falling silent. For all the chaos of days before, now only silence radiated from contact lines. The explosions of multiple nuclear power plants started not long after. After things were spread out, disconnected, the planet began to change. Evolving around the zombies, the healthy, those in between. Her surface becoming littered with monstrous mutations, people and animal alike. Weather became strange, ranging from pouring rain to blitzing hail in moments. As she accommodated for the newly altered atmosphere, evolution in other things also begun showing up.

Now five or six generations into what most assumed was the end, the world is comfortably settled into a place of routine. Beyond the simple societies of Utopias, prison camps lined the skylines. Each country seeming to have their own version of hell on earth for those the Utopians would declare undesirable. Travel once more began, however the price of travelling always came with something more than just a check. While some places resumed life as normal, ignoring the howls of the undying outside, those who weren’t lucky enough to follow that lead learned to survive as best as they could. Generations of children now bred, battle hardened, in the stomach of the beast. Behind them the knowledge of traders, farmers, raiders, and rogues. True survivalists not simply lost in the world, but thriving. Pulling the reins on what was left of a hellforged beast. Not just a world, now for the Utopians and Rogues, but also the Nomads, the Halflings, the Civilized Infected.

While the world changed, the Utopias typically did not. All set back in their vintage ways, disconnected with the rest of the world. In current years, many have been taken by natural disasters, infections, or simply burnt away. While the infection was a part of life, it was still a part that dictated when someone lived or died. But the worst of the god-players tended to be those in charge of running what remained of the Utopias. Often times, innocent people would be shipped out to prison camps as a means of cutting costs, those tended to either be extremely lucky or far worse than they started.

Character Creation

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UTO is an open world when it comes to character creation due to the mutated state of the world around. However to keep from breaking the atmosphere there are a few minor guidelines that may be handy to keep in mind. Anything that you're not sure about, you're welcome to ask the GM about.

Guidelines