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>>76642581
>Know, o vice-director, that between the years when the Collaps engulfed Terra and the high habitats, and the years of the rise of the Archailects, there was an Age undreamed of, when asteroid habitats lay spread across the Sol System like silver beetles beneath the stars - Akaran-9, Look Outwards Combine, IshtarCorp, Titanian Concordium, with its void-skinned neogens and spikes of bushbots-haunted mystery, Cishp with its auto-wisdom, Callisto that bordered the flourishing trees of Trojan, Luna with its Fogs-guarded tombs, Mars whose starships wore nano-carbon and diamonid and magmatter. But the proudest culture of the world was Titan, expanding supreme in the dreaming outer rings. Hither came Cephei-Yang, the Eternal; carbon-shelled, optimal-focused, gun in hand, a teacher, a general, a butcher, with gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread the posthuman thrones of the Sol System under his iron heels.
- Insane AI being the Fallen Gods
- Immortal soldier representing past horrors
- Lost technologies being magic
- cyborg cults
- genetically modified warrior-tribes
- station nation mirroring city-states of antiquity
- Former sapient posthuman hordes
- Original humans being all dead

Cool idea but because it doesn't fit into /tg/'s standard settings it will be ignored.

Where are yall drawing your inspiration from?

Clearly Conan for the barbarism, but maybe some of the early editions of Gamma World?

>>76645311
https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/WesternAnimation/ThundarrTheBarbarian

>>76645355
>https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/WesternAnimation/ThundarrTheBarbarian
Cool, albeit a little cartoony.

Any other settings like Barbarians of Lemuria or stuff like that?

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>>76645311
The Book of the New Sun always offer good material, but that`s not what I as going for.

I am a big fan of transhumanist tech. The issue with is that, if you advance enough on it soon will turn into posthuma tech and become unplayable for normies. The only method to have it playable for them, would ne to keep it on a still aprochable level and the easiest method to retard the development is the apocalypse. The few virus ridden survivors have lost the capability for progressing the technology and keep digging the arcology ruins of a golden era for tech and fight over for it.

>>76642581
While the gods themselves are no longer in the heavens their temples and halls and homes still remain, slowly but steadily collapsing. From time to time one piece of the realm of the gods will break off and fall to earth, bringing with it all of their magic and power. The mighty warlords and invincible heroes of the wastelands all race to claim the sites of these Temple Falls, because controlling it means controlling everything. At least until the next one.
Basically satellites, space stations, or even whole orbital colonies finally falling back to Earth and bringing a boon of technology and resources to the barbarians below. Inspiring a whole new age of adventure, warfare, and techno-barbarism.

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>>76642581
The discovery of an old map, leading to
The discovery of a weapons cache (or information storage, or some other treasure)
Which could include an ancient warrior or other individual, being reawakened
And more than on group of techno-barbarians might be racing for or fighting over this trove from the beforetimes.
Old battlefields also make for interesting locales.
Littered with tech to scavenge, but potentially highly dangerous
Some ancient tech or structure might be failing, posing a danger to the general population.

>>76646861
Cool comic, what's it from?

>>76645311
Have you heard of Warhammer 40,000?

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>>76642581
>tech barbarian post apocalyptic campaign
Don't tell your players it's a tech barbarian post apocalyptic campaign. Let them figure it out over a couple of sessions. Don't refer to technological items or phenomena by their real names, and let players figure out what they are by inference. They aren't nukes, they're the Fire Lances of the Ancient Hyperzephyrians, etc.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iI7227GHvQY

Don't describe the apocalypse much either; it's a time of myth and all records have been lost. There is no 'before time', as the survivors don't even know that there was a before. The apocalypse is their creation myth.

>>76646381
why not poathumans that make flats and drop them in the wilderness, alone or in groups, as an anthropological experiment. that way normies can play a Joe Know-Nothing and the reason why some newborn flats drop out of the sky with mods and gear and skillsofts is
>lol, Posthumans playing another Great Game, welcome to the village Flatfoot

>>76647460
Techno barbarism fits the post DAOT Earth, but only ikind of as the Emperor still knows/remembers. It's also pretty clearly a different aesthetic than the deliberately baroque/ornate slow collapse of 40k. Techno barbarism has elements of more like a rogue trader exploration to it.

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>>76646381
Technological progress means transcendence and the point where said transcendence becomes possible isn't actually that far off. Nobody will fight over this world when godtech will allow them to download their minds into customized pocket universes whose laws of physics promote effortless perpetual computation or something. Consequentially, you have loads of abandoned just-prior-to-ascension level godtech and every time someone starts figuring it out, they'll vanish as well.

>>76648954
Another brave cosmonaut laid low by the temptation of nipple pumps.

There is a city-state whose ruling priesthood offer regular sacrifices of food, water, tanks of compressed air and the occasional nubile slavegirl via an ancient machine they believe merely disintegrates rather than teleports. In exchange, the ancient technological wonders of their city remain operational and any army which attempts to seize it is smote by fire from the heavens.

Meanwhile, kilometers above, the descendants of the crew of the last orbital solar powersat remain dependent upon their sole link to the surface to eat, drink, breath and replenish their genepool degraded by generations of inbreeding and unshielded cosmic radiation.

If one of the gods was ever to descend to earth, they would be revealed as a four-meter-tall colossus with finger-thin limbs and prehensile toes, requiring a cushioned or water-filled palanquin carried by slaves for mobility without fracturing every bone in their microgravity-acclimated skeletons.

>>76647426
https://readcomiconline.to/Comic/Protector

A fanatical cult that exists to protect and maintain a supercomputer containing the uploaded personalities of their ancestors in a paradisaical virtual reality afterlife, in exchange for which, they too will be uploaded when they die.

>For decades, the Sabinite clans along the Sabine River plagued the various Texan and Louisianan nations/tribes as a constant threat to their security. Believed to be one of the many descendants of the vanquished Witch Cults of Carthage, they were brutally horrific raiders led by all-male warlocks that took whatever they wanted, when they wanted it, and no one east of the Brazos or west of the Mississippi could truly prevent their raids for over thirty years. They most commonly demanded infant slaves to be fed as sacrifices to their terrible god, the Great Dragon, they also demanded guns, gasoline, metal armor, food, fertile women (sterile women were worthless to them) and young children to serve as new slave-soldiers in their clan armies.

>One day, a great Warlock King by the name of the Bone Lord was struck by a vision of the Great Dragon, and sent out a call for all males of 14+ years of age to join him in a great crusade against the East Texas Empire and their blasphemously Christian ways. In mid-October of 2278, he strode ahead of an army of over 30,000 men under arms, of whom 10,000 were horse cavalry and 200 bore cannibalized Power Armor with heavy weapons, while 100 APC's and light tanks brought up the rear. In a massive blitzkrieg assault, he led his force on a forced night march into the Wildwood Forest, and sought to smash aside the fledgling Empire through a dedicated thrust in its gut.

>Not a single Sabinite emerged from those woods.

It's worth mentioning at this point that the Wildwood is a pretty spooky region of the forest, and one that is known in-universe for spooky shit pretty much since the fall of civilization over 200 years previous. Before this occurred, no birds sang near its borders, and no flowers grew along its edges. No one had ever returned from it at night.

>>76650791
>The Imperial army of 27,000 arrived the day after the enemy entered the forest, and immediately set up defensive positions on the Imperial side. Throughout the night, the banging of drums and braying of war-horns rang out through the woods, and yet no Sabinite ever materialized. The Imperial commander, fearing a trap, send flanking units to surround the forest and keep him apprised of any movements in or out of it. During the day, the drums and horns were silent, but many believed they could hear rustling and movement in the woods. No Sabinites were seen. This cycle of chanting and singing and drums during the nighttime with whispers of movement during the day would become the new routine, with no Imperial ever seeing a Sabinite during the entire time.

>At the dawn of the fourth day, the Imperial commander sent in a scouting party into the woods to apprise the situation, and discern the position of the enemy. The scouting force moved into the woods, but saw no sign of any Sabinite army - in fact, they saw no sign of any life whatsoever save the undergrowth and the tall, dark pine-oaks. No animals, no insects - nothing. The drumming and chanting resumed that night.

>On the dawn of the fifth day, the commander sent in a series of scouting forays across the border of the Wildwood. No sign of any Sabinite was seen. The drumming and chanting resumed that night. Imperial conscripts began to desert in droves.

>>76650791
>>76650801
>On the dawn of the sixth day, the Imperial commander, spooked beyond caution, ordered five cohorts of 500 veterans each to push into the forest from opposite directions, meeting in the middle if they encounter no resistance. The men push inward, reporting no signs of any life whatsoever, until all 2500 men meet in the exact center of the forest before a massive, black stone monument. None of the men can remember what the monument says, but all remember that it made them feel physically ill to be near it. They tried to burn it and demolish it with explosives, but nothing worked. That night, when they had returned to camp, the drumming and chanting resumed.

>As the drumming and chanting reached its climax, suddenly a major contingent of Imperial troops charged head-first into the forest screaming with absolute, unadulterated fury and hate, screaming war-hymns to God and completely defying their commanders. As they charged into the woods, they disappeared into the growth, and the sounds of battle could be heard. Anarchy ensued in the Imperial camp, as half of the men wished to follow their lead while the other sought to regroup and figure out what happened.

>After less than ten minutes of fighting, a massive flash of green lightning lit the sky, and all fell into silence. The Imperials outside the woods stopped at stared in fear. Shortly, the drums and chanting began again, and many swore it had swelled considerably in volume.

>At the dawn of the seventh day, it is discovered that the men who charged into the woods were, to a man, the veteran men who had witnessed the monument. Three of the veterans who had been put in jail for disorderly conduct were discovered to have killed themselves in jail, biting off their own tongues and cutting out their own eyes and drowning in their own blood. Not a single man is alive in the camp who saw the monument.

>The next night the enemy attacked.

>>76650791
>>76650801
>>76650810
>That night the enemy was completely silent until three am. Suddenly, hundreds of enemy soldiers charged head-first into the Imperial lines screaming incoherently with animal fury. The Imperial machine guns and swordsmanship manage to hold back the raging foe, but panic spreads like wildfire when it is revealed that the enemy troops they are facing are their fellow Imperials who were lost to the woods the night before. They had gouged out their eyes and had cut out their tongues, but they still screams and screamed and screamed as they charged head-first into the guns of their former comrades. As the Imperial lines crumble into a mass panic, the drums and chanting started up again, and the Sabinites appeared.

>Cloaked in rags of flesh and eyes glowing with witch-light, the Sabinite army marched forth and charged in orderly, disciplined ranks of twisted beings, putting to the sword the terrified Imperials and their camp followers. Possessed of incredible resilience and a cold, blinding fury, they slaughtered their way through the enemy lines like revenants of a dark god, and the last thing the Imperial commander saw before he was impaled on the filed-down finger bones of a Sabinite horror was a massive, black being three times the height of a man striding forward from the woods on reticulated legs, cloaked in flayed and bleeding bones arranging in mind-numbingly horrifying designs as its eyes glowed with green hellfire and black hymns poured from its fleshless lips.

>To this day, the Sabinite remnants are believed to live in the Wildwood, and the drumming and chanting one hears at night is the endless parade of the damned as they prepare for the next raid from their hell-wrought forest. Skeletal cavalry are said to patrol the woods around the Wildwood in search of victims, and the half-chewed remains of humans have been found all throughout the region with eyes gouged and tongues cut.

Around three thousand years in the future, long after the current civilization has disintegrated, humanity continued to survive in a lower technological state for thousands of years. Up in what was once Canada-now a savannah- several new civilizations have risen, and many of these civilizations still go to the Great Interior Desert to scavenge Old World supplies. Since the deserts are quite inhospitable and there are occasionally polluted hot spots still around, most civilizations are more willing to cast slaves into working there instead of citizens. So, in the ever expanding desert of Ohio, a pair of slaves accidently discover an ancient cyborg who had been in a dormant state for well over a thousand years. And unfortunately, by touching it on its slowly failing thorium reactor, they reactivated the sleeping giant for one last fight.

The cyborg, having been in a nearly brain dead state for millennia, wakes with mental damage. And in its deranged state, it rampages blinded through the desert, killing the working slave band with its laser weapons, and eventually carves a path of carnage northwards, where the most powerful city-states are located. As a response to the approaching threat, the cities join together in a temporary alliance to join their forces together and destroy the giant.

>>76650840
If one looks solely at the result, the defense force is technically a success. When the giant met the joined forces-amounting to 20,000 foot soldiers and 4,000 horsemen, and 300 cannons-the giant inflicted the first casualties with ease. Its lasers burned through the army’s ranks and its claws made short work of anything that came within range. The cannons managed to only stun the cyborg, as they were rudimentary compared to the rusted armor the giant possessed. But the sheer numbers the army had would lead to their victory. The cyborg’s faltering thorium reactor could no longer take so much energy expenditure from the length of the fight and failed in the middle of the battle, resulting in the death of the giant.

In the end, the victory would be considered Pyrrhic by anyone. The giant had destroyed all the cannons and the accompanying gunners, killed over 17,000 foot soldiers, and left only 856 horsemen alive. Even more, the path of destruction the cyborg weaved went through productive farmland, resource rich mines, and many villages. With most of their infrastructure destroyed in a short few weeks, the city-states slowly decayed and eventually were conquered by invaders in the West.

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>>76650553
>My techno-barbarian waifu has a giant cyborg rat mount

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Blind, monstrous cavemen armed with rusting weaponry from before the collapse.

Primitive individuals who have been given access to a technological arsenal that their society/culture has not produced. Perhaps they've looted it with a defeated foe, perhaps they've been provided with it by a benefactor, perhaps they've scavenged it from the remnants of another civilization. All that matters is that you have a primitive and martial individual who now has access to sophisticated technology.

>>76649872
Incorrect, this >>76642820 is from Protector, I have no idea where this >>76646861 is from.

>>76642820
>Former sapient posthuman hordes
Dougal Dixon?
https://superduque777.files.wordpress.com/2018/06/3-man-after-man.pdf

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Once a month, everyone sees a tiny, high-altitude jet contrail. A nuclear-powered drone, endlessly circling the planet on autopilot. One day, the remaining backup systems will fail and it'll crash to the earth in a radioactive catastrophe.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GhRapsbwhqE

>>76651179
Is there any board more schizo than /k/? I don't think /pol/, /x/, or /r9k/ even come close.

>>76642581
>A government of the west, championing values of pre war society and brought to power by two legends of the wasteland stumble upon a city of lights and splendor, untouched by the nuclear war
>The owner of the city, a mysterious, reclusive man fron the pre war living in an ivory tower, hires different tribes to run casinos, pimp prostitutes, peddle chems, provide quality entertainment and bring back fine dining
>Meanwhile, a brutal slave state whom adopted philosophies from the bronze age and military strategem from The Taliban emerges from the east; its leader a genius scholar from a charitable organization that strives to help the poor and teach the uneducated.
>The point of conflict? A pre-war dam in miraculous condition with an unlimited supply of water and electricity.
>The first force needs this dam as their aquifers have run dry
>The second force needs this dam to power their city-state and force the first force into submission via a stranglehokd on the last source of clean water in the region
>The third force sees it as a means to assert dominance over the region. Whoever owns the dam, owns all the water in the region after all.

Meanwhile, caught up in the midst of the conflict:
>an isolationist Order of Knights whom hoard dangerous technology to keep it out of the wrong hands begins to lose air filtration as a coup takes place behibd the scenes
>A once-mighty tribe whom survived 3 genocides now peddles drugs to spite their greatest enemy after their children and elders are brutally massacred
>A tribe gathered in an old air force base nonchalantly blows up anybody who tries to step foot on their property, though the apprentice of the eldest mechanic begins to develop feelings for a janitor in a trade hub
>A gang of escaped convicts tries to hunt down a trader that survived their ambush, but end up picking a fight with a town full of old people
>A gang of celebrity impersonators begins to attack the western force due to their foreign policy

>>76642820
Good info

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>>76642581
CRUSH YOUR ENEMIES
SEE THEM DRIVEN BEFORE YOU
HEAR THE BEEP BOOPS OF THEIR WOMEN

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>>76642581

Who is the quentessential technobarbarian to you?

For me it's the Yaut'ja hunter from the original Predator: a spacefaring alien with advanced plasma weaponry and active camoflage stealth technology, who for reasons unexplained runs around stabbing people with sharp objects and collecting tribal trophies like some spear-chucking savage.

>>76642581
>Robotic or otherwise artificial wildlife ala HZD or Warframe are pretty neat.
>Swords and armor made from space age materials and adorned with tribal fetishes and warpaint.
That shit makes my cock hard.

>>76653554
Should the wildlife talk?

>>76651516
Hidezou or Blindsight or some Exhuman groups from Eclipse Phase

>>76653592
No. But they should be intelligent.

>>76653936
Intelligent enough to pass for human, or intelligent enough to pass for the animal they are modelled after?

>>76653966
It would vary, I think. Depending on whether or not it's swarm intelligence, which itself would depend on the animal the machine is modeled after. Techno-wolves and cyber-bees would be swarm intelligences whereas robo-owls and cyber-gators are self contained AIs. The maximum range of intelligence for my money would be human equivalent, maybe even slightly above just so that you can have a robot animal as a spirit guide.

>>76654233
I see. That makes sense. Carry on, then.

>>76645311
>yall
shut the fuck up nigger

>>76653554
>Swords and armor made from space age materials and adorned with tribal fetishes and warpaint
https://www.theatlantic.com/technology/archive/2014/07/makeup/374929/
https://www.theguardian.com/world/2020/feb/01/privacy-campaigners-dazzle-camouflage-met-police-surveillance

>>76651558
>"Hey boy! Stop ya walking for sec and look here."

>"See that white line up there boy? Streaks across every three days?"

>"That's the apocalypse come again. Or at least will be."

>"It's an automated war machine from before the fall."

>"Don't you worry none, it's harmless now. It's senors or it's auto-cannons are fried."

>"Weren't so 10 years past. Had to hide ya self if ya saw it come'n over the horizon."

>"Why'd I call it that ya ask? Cuz of it's fiery heart that still beats."

>"When it's engines finally kill over ya not gona want'a be near 5 mile o' that monster."

>"So ya just and keep a steady eye up there and start walking."

The year is 175 Post Cataclysm. The North American continent finds itself home to two major powers.

One, contained in what was once California and a massive flotilla of ancient vessels and new wooden ones, is the Slaver Empire of Scientology. Bolstered back to an Industrial power after the Cataclysm by its stored examples and basic knowledge books on tools, medicine, and so forth, the leader of the SES is known as the Chairman, currently ruled by the Lord Chairman David Miscavige the Seventh. Seventh of his name, Lord of the Gold Base, Conqueror of the Los Angeles wasteland, Admiral of the Fleet, and Bringer of Xenu's wrath. The SES is known for its raids into what were once Canada and Mexico, against the struggling remnants of humanity there.

The other main power is that of Deseret, formed from the remnants of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, whose mountain records bunker was capable of surviving a direct hit by a small nuclear weapon if needed. In addition to the genealogical records known to be stored inside, as well as the massive food and water provisions, there were also a wide range of examples were as well, of technology to speed progression along in the event of an apocalypse and the books on how to produce them, and the theoretical knowledge needed to maintain, build more, and advance the science behind them. Deseret maintains a series of walls and watchers along the border with the Scientologists, while ever seeking expand back into the death zones of the East Coast and the anarchy-filled barbarian tribes of the Midwest - the two most dangerous of which are known as the Chi-Bears and the Bay-Packs. Deseret missionary expeditions are a common occurrence in their effort to map what remains of old America, seeking both knowledge of the temporal and souls of those they view as needing Saved by Heavenly Father. Their leader styles himself Prophet and President.

>>76655334
Elsewhere in the world, the ruins of Europe are held together by a combination of the Papacy and the Conclave of Brussels, remnants of two former institutions, seeking to bring a defense of the region's borders. The Democratic Republic of Congo stretches across sub-Saharan Africa, bringing stability to the continent, at least for those who don't venture into the great deserts where no one remains alive.

Elsewhere, the entirety of Asia stands empty, a tomb from the Cataclysm, a bioweapon released during the throes of civilization's collapse, killing every life form larger than a fly...it is rumored that there are a series of ancient vaults below the empty streets of the People's Republic of China, which would put those of the SES, DRC, Deseret, and the Papal Union to shame...if any were able to find them and survive to bring them back. Expeditions have been launched by multiple nations over the last fifty years, but never has a single person returned, and those who live near the border of this ghostly continent speak of legends of something stalking in the shadows of the night. Rarely does a season go by, in the Papal Union, when at least one child is lost by giving into the taunts and dares of his fellows, to step over the border into the dead zones of Asia, only to return safely and then disappear from their bed later that night, no sign of what had taken them and no sound of an intruder.

>>76655334
>>76655345
The islands of New Zealand lay ripped and torn by massive earthquakes during the Cataclysm, but have built anew, adapting to the new world and limited supplies. Once a year, the Great Scavenging Fleet is sent to Australia, where hyper-intelligent mutant emus have long since slaughtered the human inhabitants. The Emu Hordes can't be reasoned with, only avoided, and if necessary, fought while retreating. The last few years of scavenging has gone poorly, with Emu Hordes, each under a general cryptically known as LiMu, have lain in wait, hidden in the best places to pick for supplies, only to rise up against landing parties when it is too late for most to withdraw. Many in New Zealand's government fear that the Emus store captured scavenging ships, for the day they will launch a counter invasion, spearheaded by the much feared Casowary Legions.

A very few elders around the world, also speak of star-brothers and star-sisters. Of the inhabitants of the lunar bunker cities, the Bransonites, descended of the Virgin Lunar Expeditions, and of the Muskovy, descendants of the Space Lord Elon and his followers, who live upon red Mars.

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>>76646861
>>76647426
>>76651509
Is a backdrop story of a DC comic about Amysth.

>>76658021
I've tried readcomicsonline, but no luck finding it. Got the title?

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>>76655359
>
A very few elders around the world, also speak of star-brothers and star-sisters. Of the inhabitants of the lunar bunker cities, the Bransonites, descended of the Virgin Lunar Expeditions, and of the Muskovy, descendants of the Space Lord Elon and his followers, who live upon red Mars.

There are many stories about how our world came to be. One may say that there is one such story for every tribe that walks the world. I can only tell you of my tribe's story, for we are all told it when we are young. It goes like this.
Long ago, there was only Urth, the Mother, and Skye, the Father. They were lovers, and as lovers are prone to do, they made love to one another. From their love came the waters, the land, the air, and every creature that swam, walked, or flew upon them. Urth and Skye loved their children, too, but they loved most of all the People, who were born in their image. Alas, the People were frail creatures, and so they died out. Again and again Urth and Skye gave birth to the People. Again and again the People died out. Soon, though, Urth and Skye had an idea. They decided to fashion divine spirits, formed of divine flesh and iron and gifted with divine wisdom, who would guide and protect the People as their Father and Mother could not. And so it was that we, the People born again, have survived to this day, thanks to the spirits who guide us and walk at our sides.
It is true that we hunt and slay spirits, and that we turn their flesh and iron into tools to protect and shelter ourselves and heal and feed our spirits, but we always give our thanks and prayers for them, as we would perish without their sacrifice.

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In the beginning, there were too many numbers, and nobody could tell exactly what they were. Everybody was confused about what was big and what was small, because everything was kind of big, but also kind of small. Nobody knew anything for sure.

Someone wanted to know how much energy the people had, but no one could agree. One person said they had about 36.63 trillion joules, and another said maybe 36.64 trillion joules. Someone else wanted to know if this was a lot, but the people couldn't agree about that either. Some said it must be a lot because it was more than 1 joule. Other people said it couldn't be much because it was less than 100 vigintillion joules. They argued about it until Slide Rule Demon came and laughed at them. He owned all the land, because the people were clumsy and slow.

In these days, Sun had all the binary. He was in the sky during the day, and gone at night. Sun was either there or not there, and he was the only thing that could do this. Capacitor wondered about Sun, and asked the old vacuum tube, Grandmother Triode. She told him about 0 and 1, and how only Sun had these, so only he could be absolute.

Capacitor thought to himself, "If I had 0 and 1, I could be absolute too." He sneaked up to Sun's house, and swallowed a big handful of 0. He started to feel sick, so he ran back to the earth as fast as he could. When Grandmother Triode saw what he had done, she scolded him. "Oh, Capacitor, that was very foolish. The 0 you have swallowed has fallen down inside you, and now your heart is gone." Ever since that day, Capacitor has been unable to conduct electric current, because he is empty inside.

>>76659687
Insulator also tried to steal from Sun. He climbed up into the sky, and grabbed as much 1 as he could carry, but by the time he got back home, the 1 had gotten all over him and soaked into his body. "Oh, Insulator," cried Grandmother Triode, "that was very foolish. The 1 has filled you up completely, and now you can't carry anything." That is why, even today, Insulator cannot transmit data. He is all solid, and nothing can get through.

Finally, Grandmother Triode decided to get 0 and 1 herself. She drank from the people's energy until her cathode became very hot and started to glow. She climbed up to the house of Sun, and swallowed a big pile of 0. The 0 tried to empty her out, like it had done to Capacitor, but Grandmother Triode was filled with vacuum, so there was nothing to take away. Next she filled a big bag with 1 and placed it on her positive plate. Quickly she charged up her control grid as high as she could. The 1 could not make her solid, like it had done to Insulator because it was trapped on the plate by her strong electric field. "Ha," laughed Grandmother Triode, "I have captured you both, and now you are mine."

Sun had lost so much 0 and 1 that he no longer had enough to last all day. He had to start being partway there and partway not there. When he did this, the people called it "dusk" and "dawn", and we have had them ever since.

>>76659687
>>76659711
Grandmother Triode shared her 0 and 1 with all the people, and because she was very wise, she declared that 1 should mean "all true" and 0 should mean "all false". "Now," she said, "we can be sure of things, and never be confused". She also taught the people how to make any number they needed from just 0 and 1. The people looked at their energy again, and found that they had exactly 36,637,215,626,189 joules. Slide Rule Demon became angry, because he could not make numbers like this, but the people had become fast and strong. They chased him away, and Slide Rule Demon never came back.

Grandmother Triode had a daughter called Transistor Woman, and she taught the people logic, arithmetic, and everything else they needed to know. Soon the people owned all the land and were very happy.

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>>76653517
Would be hilarious if it turned out they´re just rich people of their race.

>>76659745
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=91aifLfJHAs

>>76651733
they aure are up there but i think the holy shcizo triumvirate of /v/, /tv/ and /pol/ still reign supreme

>>76642581
Those guys have clean water and I want clean water.

>>76651733
The papercraft board is just full of negativity and trolling as well.

>>76653517
it's explained they do it so they can prove they are capable husbands to the females, who are the significantly stronger and larger of the species

also, it's sadi that yautya mating rituals are composed mostly of roaring and the male getting tossed around the room

One patch of coastline is the domain of an ancient autonomous warship, completely indestructible to the capacities of the declined technology livable to its foes. It sinks anything that puts out to sea without flying the flag of the long-dead nation to whose navy it once belonged. The flag is well-known and widely replicated, even if nobody remembers what it once meant.

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For some wizards,undeath is simply not an acceptable solution to the problem of death.

In the city of Zar, an eon ago, a cabal of wizards found what they considered to be, a better path. Their solution, a magical elixir that ensured the preservation of the brain indefinitely. Moreover, the brain did not die, the spirit did not leave the body and no necromancy was involved. The crowning achievement of the experiment was, that in this state, thought continued uninterrupted. It however, was not a process without issues. The elixir only preserved the brain and spinal cord, and the presence of the rest of the body, slowly decaying in the elixar would eventually poison the brain, the new condition lacked sensory input would be locked into their own minds, but these challenges were all things which could be over come with time and research. Certainly, to the minds of the Wizards of Zar, the process was superior to death in every way. For, with time and research, surely it would be possible to return the brains to new, truly immortal and perfectly crafted bodies

Over the span of fifty years, the group toiled, growing progressively older, and in many cases coming so close to death that they embraced the process, hoping their brothers would continue the work without them. But slowly but surely progress was made. Visual senses came most quickly, then simple clumsy manipulators (Many of the early adopters became obsessive readers), hearing and soon afterwards speech followed.

Fifty years after the discovery of the elixar, Voquar the maker started a new Renaissance in the cabals development, with new forms of locomotion and refinement of sensory inputs, he even started to crack the senses of smell and the finer detail of touch. However, many of the longest elevated members of the cabal were, by this time, quite mad in their isolation from meaningful human contact

>>76660606
They were led by the individual who would become known as Xarcan of the void, a the first to embrace elevation, He had spend a long period in deep isolation and had reported having had profound experiences while so deprived. He preached a philosophy of aesthetic purity and pure logic upon the restoration of his voice and had won many followers amongst the early elevated. When the battle was his, he forcibly shut down the senses of all the elevates who had opposed him, and forcibly elevating all the remaining cabal members save Voquar, whom, he set to researching increasingly inhuman and strange senses and motive technologies.

Slowly, but surely, the wizards became less and less human, their bodies taking on increasingly octopoid forms, more and more monstrous to the eyes of their fellow citizens, until their order was banned, and a pogrom launched against them, forcing them into hiding.

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>>76660620
The Wizards of Zar lived in the shadows for nearly two centuries. Then, as they began to loose what cold and inhuman hope they ever had, that they would ever again rise to power within the city of Zar, they made a new discovery. The learned that they could harvest human brains, elevating them to immortality, and then, provided they subject was a non-magic user, their mental machinery of their brain could be enslaved and used as part of a network of thought. New, inhuman levels of intellect, offer strange new vistas to the wizards of Zar, Slowly, carefully, the began to enslave minds. Soon, the most powerful wizards of Zar amounted to a mind made up of hundreds of brains, thinking in unison. However, to think in this manner, the wizard had to give up much mobility and in essence, all semblance of human thought while engaged in it, so it was that the most powerful of the wizards of Zar tasked the less powerful of their number to go out into the world and enslave more minds. Those were born the Slavers of Zar. The Slavers are members of cabal who carry with them a network of perhaps a dozen brains. They are terrible and powerful, but still mobile and able to think in a manner that considers issues such as cities, nations and human action. In many ways, the Slavers of Zar are the leaders of the society, for it is they that have the right combination of power and interest in earthly affairs. It was they who rose up to destroy old city of Zar, and they who raises the new awesome and terrible walking city in its place, with the enslavement of an entire city.

>>76660606
>Setting is dying earth
Hello, based department?

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>>76660620
>>76660635
Atop the cold plateau of Marrax, the wandering city of Zar rests, it has not moved for two hundred years, but the nomads of the lowlands still speak of the days in which the dread city walked across the wastes, on it's great metal tendrils. They speak of how the Wizards of Zar, wiped clean all settled civilizations form their continent. They speak of the cities slaughtered en mass, and at important moments of life, the nomads take their young into the ruined cities, to see the mounds of bone, so that they might fully understand, why it is that staying too long in any one places means death.
For, even now, the Wizards of Zar and their automaton servants range out from the city, taking whatever resources they wish, and hunting the nomad peoples with impunity.

The wandering city of Zar, reaches up toward the sky it is held aloft by thousands of metal tentacles, that act in unison to allow it to crawl across the land. Near the top, dozens of domed pods and large tanks are carried, and it is here that the wizards of Zar reside. Many of them have become part of the city, huge networks of enslave minds turning them into something truly post human, while other have joined themselves together, becoming gestalts, which terrify even their own kind.

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Behold the Dread Skull of Mighty Aviltarr, the Grand Cyber-mage of the Lost City of Pillarca!! Note the Grand Cyber-mage is still attended by his flocks of flesh-eating Piranha-birds, subsumed to his dark will by ancient techno-sorceries!
Though his once mighty city now lies in ruins and his dread warfleets have faded into history, his malignant will lives on, plotting his eventual rise to universal power once more!
He needs now only the lost Key of Braytoon, and a certain fickle maid possessed of eerie powers...

>>76659526
The character is named Beowulf and he appears in the New 52`s Sword of Sorcery series.
https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Beowulf_(Prime_Earth)

>>76660546
https://youtu.be/pyMNIFZTQkg

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>>76648954
https://youtu.be/U2EVZgL1MJ4?t=150

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>>76651516
>>76660606
>>76660620
>>76660635
>>76660651
>>76660665
>this is your BBEG

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>>76645355
>>76646048

>>76646861
>>76647426
>>76658021
>>76659526
>>76661349
https://readcomiconline.to/Comic/Sword-Of-Sorcery
>Old plane hangars and missile silos are now mead halls and dungeons; old war-bots known as 'Iron Trolls' still patrol ancient battlefields, and the descendants of super-soldier/bioweapon programs are the demigods and monsters of the day.

>The Testament Of Tall Eagle by John R. Fultz

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>>76660606
>the new condition lacked sensory input would be locked into their own minds, but these challenges were all things which could be over come with time and research. Certainly, to the minds of the Wizards of Zar, the process was superior to death in every way. For, with time and research, surely it would be possible to return the brains to new, truly immortal and perfectly crafted bodies

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>>76642581
>What sort of plots and events
>>76667330
>they stumble upon a cache of their old-world technologies and power them up.

>>76667009
Missile silos make for pretty cool dungeons

>>76642820
Sorry. Gotta have pig ignorant baseline humans winning everything with black rifles and a Ayn Rand misquotes. 5/7 and that’s the best I can do.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cr56uMIohC8

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>>76659745

Allegedly the original Predator was a teenager, undergoing the hunt as an initiation rite to maturity, which is why it was obsessed with retrieving the corpses of its' victims: it needed those trophies to bring back home.

>>76648895
A lovely tale of transhumanist Coyote.

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>>76642581
It is not earth that was laid to waste but a megastructure that lost contact with the wider world.

>>76670178
>I'll mention those from this in more detail for the purposes of cross-pollination then shall I?
>Floating modular ancapistan. It's an ever shifting gridlock tessellation defined by market forces which sometimes leads to staggering flexibility but is mostly belligerent.
>Pre-flood city kept dry by humongous sea walls. Perpetual authoritarian "emergency measures" covered by a veneer of democracy, many of the old guard were true believers but their successors are gradually seeing floods as inevitable and planning bailouts that will leave the hoi polloi under a km of water.
>
>Polynesian stilt-city built atop their long flooded island. Several legal loopholes give them ownership over waters in a wide radius around them and empower them to act as brokers in inter-city negotiations. A strange mix of tribal custom (which is at least in part for show) and cutthroat banking (it gets bizarre with the rai stones).
>Island grown from GM coral, as yet undefined outside outside of a urban comfy Jet Set Radio aesthetic (will steal freely from VeloCity). Will probably include elements of technoliberationism from Greg Egan's Distress.
>Research station/geothermal plant encouraging volcanic island formation with tactical subterranean explosions.
>Some kind of floating launch facility full of rusting Sea Dragons. Maybe the equatorial tether of a now broken or always incomplete space elevator.
>Oil rig micro-states galore.
>Failed underwater bubble-habs (except for power generation maintenance down at rifts).
>Maybe some kind of uplift sanctuary? Dolphins with cybernetics and psycho-squid.

>>76673529
>>76670386
>A few more for luck, feel free to suggest others.
>Automated trash-sifter sat in a gyre that gathers human detritus in one place. There's some archeology conducted on the trash islands.
>Experimental iron dumping and sunlines to fertilize the photic zone and lighting up the aphotic depths. Mostly leads to tines of toxic algae and unspeakable crustaceans crawling up from below but it definitely sequesters carbon like it's supposed to.
>Extermination-rafts trying to contain super-Sargasso. Some of the hyper-herbivores have gone feral and developed a taste for meat.
>Storm chasers follow the hurricanes which circumnavigate the globe with few land masses to blunt their fury. They churn up fertile silt from the depths and leave algal blooms in their wake, meteorologists also monitor them to get a sense of what rogue geoengineering sats are doing to the atmosphere.

>>76642581
If you want a bleak and depressing setting. heavily flavoured with inevitable final doom, I recommend seeking inspiration from "Lords of the Starship" and "Out of the Mouth of the Dragon" by Mark S. Geston.

>>76648262
One of my best-received settings concerned a set of vaguely saxon-ish tribes inhabiting a set of isles, assailed on one coast by strange undersea creatures and on the other by skeletons. The tribes spent most of their time squabbling about gods and power and whatever it is iron-age tribes usually squabble about, whilst very occasionally encountering these more paranormal opponents.

The epic twist of the setting was that the isles were actually formed over the remnants of an ancient crashed colony ship, downed when it was attacked by a horde of interstellar aliens. The strange creatures on the island were largely remnants of that:
>The fey who routinely kidnapped the elderly and dismantled them horribly? Malfunctioning medical nanobots
>The undead wights that ravaged the east coasts? Damaged combat bots
>The strange betentacled creatures that frequently attacked the west? Remnants of the alien horde, similarly trapped on the world.
The players really liked it once they began to suspect there was a twist. I've never had a group so determined to get to the bottom of a setting and really root around in the details. It was good fun.

A storm brings Nanotechnology spores, carried on the wind. When the storm has passed, ancient technology finds itself temporarily interlinked, and calls out to other systems nearby. This creates a frenzy of machine activity following the storm, a scavenger's wet dream, if they can survive the storm itself and the newly awakened beasts of the past. The static electricity left over from the storm keeps things powered for a couple days, but never long enough to leave things self-sufficient.

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>>76642581
since my thread was deleted for some reason I'll pu it here
my setting is basically vanilla postapoc wasteland with light fantasy elements
punks and mutants fight for a place in a high tech domed city full of waifus and cool shit
bloodsports, camgirls, social media and social credit system exist in this setting
unbeknowst to them, they're all plugged in The Matrix™, and they're all aboard a generation ship
some new crew members are chosen sometimes from the plugged people as the need arises and they join some kind of pantheon of sort
magic is only cheatcodes

>>76645311
>Cool idea but because it doesn't fit into /tg/'s standard settings it will be ignored.
indeed my thread about MMORPG on a generation ship was just nuked for no reason
fuck jannies to be honest
to answer your question: Snowcrash and Surface Detail

>>76653337
jej

cool thread

>>76653517
>who for reasons unexplained runs around stabbing people with sharp objects and collecting tribal trophies like some spear-chucking savage.
They understand the truth of the world, which is that "peace" or "tolerance" or whatever else we humans project onto our "enlightened," civilized aliens is a joke.

>>76674324
AI takes the role of a natural force much like the weather

Humans can adapt to live alongside it, and even predict it somewhat, but are ultimately at its mercy.

>the nanoassemblers are dismantling a mountain to build another ten mile high obelisk of that weird fractal lattice stuff
>better stay inside today

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>>76659745
>listen, old chap, you didn't hear it from me, but Goldfang recently just thee PERFECT little hunting reserve
>do tell, old sport
>Well, Goldfang's wife - you know, Diamondspear, you met her at my last soiree
>of course, old sport. anon, anon! Spare me the pleasantries where the hunt is concerned.
>I'm getting to that, Richtusk! So, Diamondspear was chatting with Bloodruby, and according to her, her husband - Deathmoney, he's on the board of space-hunting and alien reserves - apparently he found a new planet, out of the way, perfect temperatures, and the most adorable prey you've ever seen!
>Really?
>Yes, old bean! It's called "Earth," or "dirt". Maybe "mud." The name is misleading.
>I should think so! I shant visit a place called "mud," I just had my armor polished.
>Anyway, Goldfang got me the coordinates, we're going to drop by on our next vacation to Quadrant D-982. You and Wrathchild should come with us, make it a double-date.
>I should love to, Silverspear!

Long ago the seas rose and cities were engulfed in nuclear fire.
A few survivors picked over the ruins for scraps, gangs fought for cans of gas, tins of soup and bicycle wheels.
Some settled down and started to till the land. Their camps became villages.
They began cobbling together scrap into new items. When their old guns wore out new ones were made from old pipes and springs. New buildings were made, first from scraps of older ones and latter from new bricks and timber.
Some villages failed, others fell to attack, others grew into towns.
As generations pass, items made in town workshops get less ramshackle, neater and of higher quality.
Merchants wander from town to town selling wares.
Towns and villages form alliances. Leadership has gone from the The Gang's leader who fights to the top to local dynasties, town councils and then to courts with kings, elected assemblies their bureaucracies.
Regular patrols drive back bandits.
Some towns prosper and become cities.
Workshops grow into cottage industry, then into factories.
People experiment with things in old textbooks.
Generators are made and provide power.
Steam cars, boats and trains roll along a growing network of restored roads and railways.
Eventually someone makes a solar panel in a lab. Not long after they are made in factories.
Prosperity rises.
The Apocalypse is Over.
As prosperity rises, factories begin belching pollution into the air. Some grow wealthy and others exist in deep poverty. Kingdoms go to war over resources, ideology, and power. Weapons become more sophisticated. At some point everything reaches a point of no return.
The wheel turns.

>>76664895
>John Madden
>AEIOU

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL2MAbgRap_ycEsbwh2EusjvDtDDluSAVD

>>76680179
https://i.4cdn.org/wsg/1609215665220.webm

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>>76642581
I recommend taking a look at the setting of Kenshi. It is a video game in a post apoc land. You've got several kinds of humans, near humans, mutants, dangerous animals and various machines. Ai exist, robots exist. There were at least two large empires pre collapse

Weapons, food and armor in japanese style exist. There are various civilizations. Small villages to large multi city nations. Tech level is low, melee weapons and crossbows. No cars or vehicles. Manual agriculture.

Humanoid Robots, called Skeletons, exist and have small, remote communities. The edges of the continent are the most dangerous areas: Laser deathrays from space stations make entire regions hard to traverse. Some areas are shrouded in mist and full of mutated bipedal cannibal monsters. Other areas have automated factories from ancient times. Those host a garrison force of automated killer robots and any losses are replaced by the auto factory.

There are ruins of the ancient civilizations in remote, hard to reach and dangerous places. Getting in is already hard, but the ancient guardions inside are even harder.

I personally find the Skin Bandits to be the most loathsome: Skeletons who go around and abduct people. They peel the skin off their bodies and fashion wearable suits from it, which they wear.

I know it is a video game, but the setting is great and has a lot of interesting ideas.

Examples
>Two critters called Beakthings attack my group
>Suddenly a group of Dust Bandits flanks me
>Barely make it out alive

>Explore far away desert area
>Suddenly huge energy beam grazes a long line in the sand a couple hundred meters off
>Nope out of there

>Visit a town called Mongrel, in an area surrounded by fog
>Getting in, no problem no contacts, eerie silence
>Getting out: Attacks by dozens of crazy cannibal fogmen mutants
>They drag knocked out people away
>Hear them eat a poor trader alive in the distance
>Can't risk helping him
>Barely make it out alive with my group intact

>>76678733
the cycle won't continue because easily accessible fossil fuels were a one-time thing.
If we slip back to pre-industrial and lose our acquired knowledge, we're done as a species. There's no re-roll on the Industrial Revolution.
And seeing there's no Space Age 2.0, a giant space rock, (or super volcano) will definitely kill us all at some point.

>>76653554
>Swords and armor made from space age materials and adorned with tribal fetishes and warpaint.
>>76655027
This is your bard.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQnfTA7ATs4

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>>76678733
https://filkyeahfilk.com/2017/08/12/broken-dreams-of-uplift-ben-newman/

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>>76650717
The uploaded consciousnesses have formed a gestalt entity which can access the memories of everyone who became it and pretends to be individuals when interacting with its organic followers.

Age of sail civilizations decended from the Sentinelese developing and spreading across a mysterious Earth, seemingly devoid of other human, with a posthuman civilization up in orbit in space elevators and orbital colonies. The space creatures barely look human anymore, and they've left the Earth and the only remains of their presence on earth are the strange carbon cable of their space elevators, standing like impossibly tall treetrunks to heaven.

>>76642581
A bunch of mutated humans worshipping a near pristine environment/space suit. The suit has an AI that has long since corrupted and now believes itself to actually be a god.

It doesn't do anything unless someone threatens it or its followers.

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>>76685380
>A group of desperate bandits wring what little worth they can from the surivivors that spot the dust-blasted wastes along the Urals. They descend from higher ground, beating scavenged drums and taking cover in the shadow of their bullet-spewing saintly idol: the Sequester. Completely silent but cooperative in the raids, the Sequester only takes regular infusions of water and canned food in exchange for its presence; something that has effectively turned the bandit group into a incontrovertable force of nature that strips everything to the bone and leaves only human misery in its path. It is devoutly worshipped by most of the bandits as some sort of nomadic holy site; a walking bulletproof Tabernacle. Some, under the influence of drink have discussed amongst themselves their theories on its nature as a military robot in service before the missiles fell, now aimlessly fighting according to some gameplan devised by its long gone original directors. Recently there had been a man who had joined the bandits briefly and was struck aghast when he first witnessed the Sequester. He spouted long and detailed stories about what the robot actually was, that the Sequester was a NATO QAPS unit, or Quadruple Amputee Power Suit, not a robot, and he desperately ran his hands over it looking for some access panel. He stammered that it appeared to be running autonomously, keeping its pilot cut off from the outside world, but still taking in food and water to keep him alive. His heretical calls for help in "cracking open the damned thing to save the poor bastard inside" were completely rejected, and the more pious bandits hastily had him broken on a wheel and left for dead.

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>>76642581
I'm working on a game that has this sort of feel. I think there's a lot of room in this style of setting for cool stories or locations to happen.

It's in a 'playtest doc' state and only has the player facing half done. Still need to finish the GM sections.

>>76685380
>A bunch of mutated humans worshiping a near pristine environment/space suit.
An indestructible robot or brain-in-a-jar level cyborg which has spent the past few centuries immobile, locked in prayer or meditation. Everyone thinks it broke down.

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>>76685283
Nice.

>>76683583
>the cycle won't continue because easily accessible fossil fuels were a one-time thing
While true one should not forget industrial alcohol that can be used as fuel for several power needs. Coal can also be recreated if in a very inefficient manner. The broken ladder would be harder to climb but not impossibly so.

This setting sounds like it would work for a low-tech level world in Stars Without Number

>>76688274
kek.

>>76687801
Wood and charcoal are also renewable. Not great, but the first half of the industrial revolution worked on it - and you still see it in modern power plants

>>76642581
Does anyone know the artist/source of this art? Tried multiple reverse image searches to no avail.

>>76642581
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t5A8KjmVpgM

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>>76689648

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>>76690352
Not a terrible map, but not the best either.

I do love how 40k, and especially 30k, does techno barbarians and this sort of quasi-magic, quasi-tech thing.

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Self-replicating biological weapon-creatures from a precursor civilization.

>>76690352
How could one even survive in such a desolate world. What could you drink? Or even breathe?

>>76690957
Corpse starch has been a 40k staple food for decades now. So probably corpse starch and whatever mutated plants or animals you can grow or raise in a greenhouse, hydroponic facility, or whatever science fantasy equivalent. Maybe algae or lichen farming, or even growing a truly humongous amount of bacteria to consume. But really, mostly corpse starch.

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>>76690957
It's not just wasteland, there's also terrible death-cities, bunkers and laboratory-vaults, which among all the monsters and scum have some of the best technology in the entire galaxy - there's water purifiers, greenhouses, moisture traps, biomass vats, flesh-harvesters, hydroponic domes, incredibly hardy animals, and the good old expedient of raiding whichever fucker has got whatever you want.

There's a reason the reconquest of earth took a long time though.
The 5000 years of warfare, much of which was atomic, biological, chemical, radiological, and psychic, didn't help.

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>>76688869
Nevermind I found it and it's like 2 posts of cool space suits and then the rest is purposefully ugly oc tumblr trash.

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>unused concept for doctor who's cybermen, dating back to before their first appearance in the tenth planet

>>76693163
Concept art from the early 90s, as they tried to get the show rebooted. Art looks very inspired by Philippe Druillet and Alfonso Azpiri.

>>76695167
>In a thousand years all surviving human societies will view the technological society of a millennia ago as the ultimate evil
Ted wins again! Checkmate technologyfags!

>>76646048
You should absolutely watch the entirety of Thundarr before you dismiss it.

I'd just like to thank the anon or anons who're dropping PDFs in this thread. I'm working on a sorta post-apoc/technobarbarian setting inspired by ocean trench ecology and I'm saving everything posted ITT for inspiration.

>>76694681
That's a good book. There's more technobarbarism in Niven's Ringworld book too (even if that's not a focus).

>>76695340
Where? Got a download link?

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>>76696270

>>76695394
>I'm working on a sorta post-apoc/technobarbarian setting inspired by ocean trench ecology
You'll probably want to see this then.
https://readcomiconline.to/Comic/Low

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>>76696270
>>76696292

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>>76651778

Post-apocalyptic space adventures are underappreciated.

I always liked the idea of universal replicators and what post-collapse societies would form around them.
Shit like going on a grand quest to find a sacred license key or a mighty city state falling into ruin because their subscription to the nutritional package expired.
Maybe have military or dangerous technology locked off, so most weaponry is repurposed industrial equipment.

>>76696270
>>76696292
>>76696873
So Barbarians who don't really understand technology just stick shit to their face.

>>76698207
>Maybe have military or dangerous technology locked off, so most weaponry is repurposed industrial equipment.
This would actually be a pretty good reason to have a low/no guns scifi setting.
>Why are people using chainsaws and blowtorch spears?
>Because that's what the fabbers make

>>76696331
Seems neat. I skimmed the first few pages of volume 1 and I think I have whiplash going from spooky underwater fish to platinum blonde tiddies.

>>76695394
>I'm working on a sorta post-apoc/technobarbarian setting inspired by ocean trench ecology
Please post what you've got, if not in this thread, at least once you finish.

>>76698712
It's still in a very draft-y state, but I can give you some broad details, if you like. I was inspired by whalefalls, where whale corpses form these islands of essentially unlimited resources for the ocean bed ecosystems. In my setting, its starships/space stations falling out of orbit over a dead planet. The primary conflict is over these "whales," as aside from geothermal vents they're the only source of resources and energy. The main races are humanoid mutants who form tribes of similar mutations, and synthetic humanoids. There are also synthetic/mutant hybrids, created by what are essentially healing/cloning vats gone wrong. Both mutants and synths need the resources of the whales, but can only use them in mutually exclusive ways, so a whale the mutants get their hands on is useless to the synths. The hybrids are essentially cannibal scavengers, but they might also represent the only hope of synths and mutants both surviving, as the ecosystem they'd develop would provide power for synths and nutrition for mutants. I'm happy to take any questions you've got, I've never put a lot of this to paper so it would be a good exercise for me.

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>>76698432
Maybe some of the equipment has built in safeguards to prevent accidents which have to be broken first.
Something like the circular saw rejecting an unfit wielder by shutting off when cutting flesh.
Or a welding torch only working once the user has been inducted into the ranks of the blazing order (= having completed a course on the safe handling of welding equipment and earned a certificate).
Maybe a select few families are able to order certain classes of vehicles due to their ancestors having a family insurance package for that particular vehicle.

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I loved the concept behind the Fallen from Destiny

>>76699105
What was their thing? Its been a long time since I played Destiny 1 and I never bought the DLC, I just remember them having a fallen empire. Were they the Traveller's chosen race before it came to earth or something like that?

>>76698816
Reminds me of SCP-1329

>>76698923
>Or a welding torch only working once the user has been inducted into the ranks of the blazing order (= having completed a course on the safe handling of welding equipment and earned a certificate).
Possibly reference actual engineer's rituals?
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ritual_of_the_Calling_of_an_Engineer
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pEwxguHUi_U

>>76699904
>Were they the Traveller's chosen race before it came to earth or something like that?
ye

>>76642581
Why does it have Astartes Mark 6 Helm? Strange choice for a suit clearly not designed for combat.

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>>76644957
Habitat was also a fun techno-barbarian setting.
>neo-luddites built a O'Neil cylinder but the ghosts of earth chose to enclose it
>the population broke into several new teams and now after century it wages its war with bow and remnant technologies in a neo-atztec aesthetic

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>>76642581
The whole "colony ship were knowledge is lost" cliché.

>Need a generation ship
>Learned the hard way that if everyone use tech they'll overuse resource and doom the ship
>Dictatorial government send a generation ship were the new generation have been brainwashed into worshiping peasant
>only a small caste is allowed tech
>then stuff happen
>they were supposed to just control natality but after generation and generation the tech caste start loving watching war and encourage it
This is almost LAST EXILE plot, if the plot didn't go crazy and spoil this all

Different take I would really like to see
>Artificial Intelligence land on Earth and try to uplift them
>flaws in his programming lead it to give away technology without caring about developing a scientific culture
>the population created a religion out of the flaws that make the AI give away better technology
>then stuff happen
>second AI is sent to fix the first one error
>but the first AI is easily tricked into scaling up weapon production to fight this new threat
>3rd AI is sent to destroy the 2 AI
>4th AI is the sentient one, and beat the first 2 after triggering the 3rd one deactivation code
>5th AI arrive to help the first if needed
>6th AI send a message back home asking to stop sending AI
>no I'm not continuing that joke

>>76699904
>weapons and vehicles look like they’ve been built from scrap metal
>society divided into houses that fight amongst each other
>scavenge the solar system for technology and weapons
>constantly augmenting themselves with technology (Taniks, Splicers)
>Their survival is dependent on machines built during their lost golden age

I can´t even begin to count how many of these exist as francobelgian comics.

>>76664984
How goes the journey to solve the riddle?

>>76642581
I would honestly love to see a techno-barbarian work where the ‘apocalypse’ is not necessarily a collapse of civilization, but rather an advancement to such a high level of technology where civilization itself, as a method of ensuring easy survival, becomes unnecessary.
I have written such a summary of such a story here
https://mega.nz/file/pLJ0nKhA#N0RD9r7j1rPGAhb_7x3gdQI34wA9tx9GtdpEi2EVGuM
>>76707158
Are not many of France’s Sahel colonies honestly technobarbarian states IRL?

>>76708041
>Are not many of France’s Sahel colonies honestly technobarbarian states IRL?

No.

>>76708250
How so?
The Sahel is wracked by instability between countless armed groups and exists after the collapse/leaving of a highly materially advanced empire (the French and British colonial empires), the people there have access to some modern technologies (like cellphones, internet service, guns, and cars) yet lack other contemporary technologies ( like modern medicine) which in turn heights the danger of the modern technologies they do have, ignorance of the wider world and science is widespread, and age-old social practices and structures (like a tribe-based society) are revived or continue to be practiced. To me, all of what is currently going on in the Sahel fits the definition of techno-barbarianism

>>76708041
>I have written such a summary of such a story here
Why not just post it directly?
>Summary. 6 million years from 2019. Man, being the first intelligent species to arise, has totally conquered the stars, bent reality to its will, and split and diversified into countless subspecies, species, and divinities. Despite this advancement, man’s expansionary, ambitious, brutal desire to do great remains, and frequently finds fruit among younger, minor divinities eager to secure their fortune. Such divinities go on raids on the frontiers and beyond on their sleek longships, hoping to do something of renown or bring something unusual back. As Man and his children are usually enraptured in their power squabbles amongst themselves, numerous deeply unexplored regions still exist. In one such region, an intelligent species has sprung up, and established a civilization. This civilization is an industrial one, with a culture that is highly rationalistic, yet hierarchical, authoritarian, stratified. The crown jewel of this culture, the epitome of their ideology, is their highly efficient network of super-computers that govern and reallocate resources within their society. Unfortunately, this civilization attracts the attention of a minor divinity, the dragon-headed Thernakon, who lands in his sleek longship on the outskirts of the mega city capital of this civilization. After hunting and sacrificing a local megafauna, Thernakon heads into the capital city of this civilization, specifically the main district, where the majority of essential institutions are found.

>>76711375
>Being of highly unusual, aggressive appearance and behaviour, he attracts the attention of the security forces, who promptly attack him. Thernakon easily defeats these forces, but is somehow wounded, which heals. Nevertheless, Thernakon continues onward, to the amazement He enters the clothing shops of the main district, and examines the clothing there, and what he deems to be the best, he takes. He enters the libraries, and takes what he deems to be the best and most essential. He goes inside their art museums, and takes what he deems to be best and most essential to their worldview and psychology. He then emerges, and goes into their Capitol building, and begins to set it alight, forcing the leaders to flee outside, killing many in the resulting stampede. Travels to the core of the Capitol building, where the hub of the supercomputer is, and begins to destroy it. Saves a couple of servers, and walks out of the Capitol building through its main entrance, where he then captures the fleeing high officials of the civilization he has destroyed, and constructs an altar. On the altar, he sacrifices half of the captured officials, and half of the loot he has gathered, and utters a prayer. He then takes what remains and departs in his long ship, to parts unknown. Then the scene shifts, to a surviving member of the civilization Thernakon destroyed, dressed in rags, praising his might and strength in a prayer of total submission towards him, whole anarchy surrounds him.
The end

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>>76711538
>forgot image
>great cargo cult material

Bump

>>76648954
>>76664984
>>76707311
>"What was our mistake?"
"To not have colonized space while earth retained the resources to do so, ensuring that some fragment of our civilization would've survived our destruction." >>76659566

>>76648895
Basically religion for soi sucking bugmen

>>76701686
Beaks are never wrong

>>76654494
Based even though he is certainly A white city libtard

>>76642581
Blame, but with barbarians.

>>76718196
The Electric Fishers and those Clone Elves fueled very barbaric already though.

>>76708539
The tribal structures were never abandoned by the colonizators in the first place and the locals still innovate on the tech they have - Africa has an active system of cell-phone banking based around pre-smartphone machines, to name something.

They still are part of the global economy and the global world order. It´s just that the colonial system has not yet truly cracked for good, but they seemingly are getting there.

They still get access to new technology through normal rules of global exchange, they aren´t stuck praying to 1940s trucks lest they break down and MAS rifles aren´t magic heritage weapons. Heck, they even have access to advanced geographic knowledge for a penny and they can join the same global information exchange networks as everybody else for a buck.

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>>76658021
>Magick is just misunderstood nanotech augments
Honestly the best part of Horizon Zero Dawn and the Isu stuff from AssCreed.

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>>76648954
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>>76720834
Did they restaurate another church in Spain?

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>>76720834
That's pretty cool

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>>76721393
Ancient Aliens nonsense.
https://www.atlasobscura.com/places/cathedral-of-salamancas-astronaut

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>>76642581
Incel Genocide
No joke, it makes sense societies would want to get rid of their spare males

>>76642581
Call me cliche'd but I love a good "Small time warlord finds ancient and powerful technology and puts it to use despite knowing fuck all about it." Players can work for or against, or fuck they can even be the warlord!
Also Pseudo-Vikings from space. I love Pseudo-Vikings from space.

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>>76726749
Same, the simple plots are some of the best

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>The evolved australopithecus cultists worshiping the half-mad upload are a great example.

>>76642581
A cult of various artificial life based around keeping a dead god asleep.
The sleeping god is a prefall AI
If it woke up, the madness and destruction it would unleash on its kin and descendants would make the apocalypse several degrees worse. So it's in the interests of the machines and synths to keep it asleep, or else.
several of the entities in the cult are algorithms running on the AI's unused cycles, and would be subsumed/deleted if it woke up

>>76729559
Bionicle?

Tbh in any post apocalyptic setting, technology should be a luxury in stable societies and scant to non-existent the further away you get from stable authority. A set of powered armor or a laser gun isn’t a six cylinder shitbox, they’re sufficiently advanced that you’d be lucky if a “good enough” job would get them running let alone in a consistent manner. Computers would once again become a luxury, as even vacuum tubes or god forbid integrated circuits are hard enough to make under ideal conditions.

>>76730599
I was thinking AI-Azathoth, haven't seen Bionicle.

>>76642820
There is somethig very tragic about a clearly inhuman being, a cybernetic warmachine operateied by an upload, still being the one that reminds us most of our times.

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>>76733124
Good read.

>>76651733

I dunno, I always thought /sp/ was the most schizo of the boards after the phllmarillion

>>76642581
I had an idea a while ago about a setting where every timeline eventually results in a Skynet type scenario with a giant AI overlord fighting a human resistance until the AI decides to send back a time traveller to kill an ancestor of their greatest enemy, except eventually one figures that what it’s actually doing is creating a timeline split with another AI in it (Except about 50 years on from whenever the previous AI was formed)

>>76653517
That pic. I need more of that, i'm already rock hard.

>>76667425 Heeey! That was me!

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>>76648990
kek

>>76735233
for such a furry guy JJ has got some decent art and stories sometimes

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>>76649421
>four-meter-tall colossus with finger-thin limbs and prehensile toes, requiring a cushioned or water-filled palanquin carried by slaves for mobility without fracturing every bone in their microgravity-acclimated skeletons

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>>76649421
>any army which attempts to seize it is smote by fire from the heavens
A cargo cult tending to the ground-based support infrastructure of a sentient autonomous killsat as a holy relic of their sky-god and in return anything that attacks them gets smote via lasers from orbit.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uRohLDnbF9Q

>>76725918
That's what wars are for anon. Either they die or they get women via conquest.

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>>76646689
This is just goth Destiny.

>>76717450
Mark 7 honestly just looks better. It's the most modern system, and very modifiable