📝LORE

How our game world came to be

Earth. A beautiful wondrous world. Millions of years of evolution passed before this place became the cradle of the apogee of its creation: man.

Already the first ancient people began to gather in packs, then settlements and clans. And even then it became clear that with a club or stick you can overcome not only the wild animals, but also the enemy of the neighboring cave.

Years later, to pierce him with a knife, and afterwards, to shoot him with a bow, which also turned out to be very convenient. How to kill the target was not important, what always important was what could be taken from the unfortunate victim when he was lying down and no longer resisting.

Hundreds and tens of thousands of years passed, the apogee of the planet's creation assimilated it and began to use it as it wanted. Everything has changed, except the desire to kill their own kind, because WAR, WAR does not change. War has become commonplace all over the globe as long as the pride of evolution, man, exists. Some more bloody some less...

In the 20th century the first two world wars happened, which shook humanity, and for a long time after these monstrous conflicts there were no open global confrontations. The two atomic bombs in Japanese cities were for a long time the very nightmare and deterrent that none of the powers of the time wanted to feel in their territory.

But time erases and changes everything but WAR, WAR does not change. Local wars and conflicts were all over the planet. Arms race, offense and defense, nuclear umbrella, missile defense and other other terms. Big countries armed to the teeth with nuclear arsenals and thought that nuclear parity would deter global conflict for years to come.

It would have been, BUT...

No one knew that deep underground in a network of secret laboratories experiments on the most dangerous mutagens and new types of tactical nuclear weapons were being conducted. Government-funded scientists could afford all kinds of crazy experiments. Experiments were conducted on animals. They began with harmless rats and progressed to large monkeys.

The results of applying the mutagen to the humanoid aggressive ape species, baboons, showed horrifying results, they didn't need food or water, they became a kind of zombie who wanted only one thing - to KILL.

This scared even the creators of the deadly plague themselves, because even for themselves they could not find an antidote to their terrible invention. After a long disputes, it was decided to end all the work and destroy all the results.

This decision did not suit Herbert, the founder of this program. He wanted to let "it" out, this idea devoured him from the inside as well as the pathogen itself. He was forcibly removed from the laboratory, access to this wing of the underground high-tech labyrinths was closed.

But Herbert knew about the "games" with weapons-grade plutonium, in neighboring laboratories. After making calculations, he realized that if a sabotage was arranged with the detonation of plutonium, most of the pathogen would remain viable. It was almost a kilometer to the "nuclear halls" along winding underground corridors. There will be a section of virus development along the way, viruses will definitely not survive in the nuclear inferno, but I don't care, the main thing is to release the pathogen to freedom!

There was no time to hesitate. Having decided on the most terrible and fatal act for all mankind, he began to act immediately. Of course, it wasn't hard to get to the right lab - they knew him there. His buddy Frank worked there and let him in, immediately paying the price for his mistake - Herbert killed him and several scientists who had tried to thwart his plans. Herbert, with red eyes full of rage and hatred all covered in blood, knew what had to be done.

Critical mass, fission, decay...

A huge "nuclear mushroom" soared upward, the infernal flames burned and melted everything it reached, but the insidious terrible plan succeeded. Together with the blast wave, not only the impact force and radiation were coming to the neighboring city...

The news was screaming that it was an attack by an enemy country, while the streets were already beginning to change: the radiation-enhanced pathogen had not only survived, but had become even more deadly, turning the residents of a cozy little town into hordes of aggressive zombies in a matter of hours!

Humans have always been able to kill their own kind. Only the methods have changed over time. The further technology has advanced, the more mass extermination has become. There will always be someone who pushes the fatal button, because WAR, WAR does not change.

A few years later, once prosperous nations, powerful nuclear powers that were preparing for war with each other, turned into a herd of zombies devouring each other. The best minds in sealed laboratories searched for a cure, but to no avail. There seemed to be no hope, and humanity was doomed to perish. Every day people died from lack of food and water, or worse, joined the countless army of the dead.

The situation was resolved in a very unusual way. Many scientists in the labs were skeptical of the repeated signal on all channels, where there was a very strange sketch for a 3D printer and instructions for its use.

Mad scientist Joseph in the dungeons of Area 51, having enough living material to study, came up with a highly unconventional solution to the problem - a duck helmet. What seems crazier in this already nearly dead world?

It turned out that the destructive mutagen sensed brain activity at a distance. As soon as a living brain appeared within 200-300 meters, all the zombies rushed to the new victim.

The 3D printers at Joseph's disposal worked day and night to create all sorts of helmet options so the zombies wouldn't be so aggressive. And who would have thought it would be a duck... Indeed, experiments have shown that you can even run past a zombie in this helmet. That a living brain is nearby, they will understand only at close contact.

There were other fools who simply laughed at the strange invention. Payback was swift, and they joined the other zombies wandering the earth in search of a living brain.

Those who heeded the now-ready invention, however, unhesitatingly printed helmets, "strange" by longstanding standards, but now quite familiar. In them, though not completely safe, it was possible to get their own food, water, weapons, armor. The only thing from which the helmet was not safe was from other people. After all, the value of life became equal to a can of gasoline or a couple of canned goods.

With this invention a new, albeit slightly strange, duck-headed era began.