Antithesis world

God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it? — Nietzsche   The world is a remnant of something great. Human civilization had risen to impossible heights and had fallen just as far. Humanity had cursed itself by having everything it could possibly need, and yet still wanted more. What they got was self destruction and squandering of knowledge.   This is a shard of that world, with the surviving people and nations continuing on in ignorance and conflict. They are shackled by their fathers sins and hardly know they are in bondage. Their potential to rise up again is still there, in the fragile heart of man, and all they wait for is courage to face the monsters of the past. They wait for heroes...