Storyline

The Past

 * Centuries ago, mankind was forced to flee the only homeworld it had ever known. The Sun was unexpectedly dying and soon the Earth would no longer be capable of sustaining life. Thus a ship was designed, a massive ship they called the Ark, built to ferry billions of people in stasis to the far side of the galaxy.


 * A destination planet was chosen and a worldwide drawing was held for space within the Ark. Those fortunate enough to have their numbers drawn were systematically loaded into stasis pods, then placed within the vessel that was to be humanity's best hope for survival. The Ark lifted off from the Earth on its long, and seemingly never-ending, journey to a new beginning.


 * As the Ark journeyed through the blackness of space towards the new homeworld, Peronia, the ship was struck by an immense asteroid, destroying two of its power generation modules. A catastrophic event like this was not entirely unforeseen, and thus the emergency protocols transferred remaining power to maintain the stasis pods, unintentionally causing the navigation systems and engines to fail.


 * The Ark's momentum continued to propel the ship forward, until it was eventually pulled into the strangely weak gravitational field of an extremely massive, ocean-covered planet. The ship spiraled in an unbalanced orbit over the planet for some time, before breaking apart and being strewn across the atmosphere. Stasis pods and other pieces of wreckage from the Ark were scattered over the planet's surface, as all that remained of humanity plummeted into the seas below.

The Present

 * You wake inside your stasis pod with no idea where you are. You vaguely realize that there must have been some sort of terrible disaster and that somehow you've survived.


 * You decide that, if you're going to continue to be a survivor, you'd best become a hardened survivalist. As you paddle your stasis pod towards a nearby island, you settle upon the fact that this means you're going to turn to piracy to survive.


 * And as you run around on the sand, you survey the beach for the best spot to build a shelter, and think to yourself…


 * “This is a new world. This is a new beginning.”

The Future

 * Th' future be diff'rent fer all ye sea dogs an' land lubbers. What does 't hold fer ye?