UNIDENTIFIED SUBSTANCE Names: Dust, Grain, dark sand, eitr, wind demon, Ash, pillar salt, death dust, Shadow Chemical structure: unidentified CAS No.: 9999-99-9 Molar mass: 0 g/mol NFPA 704: 040BIO Appearance: Very fine matt-black dust, glows in low light conditions and when reacting Additional notes: unidentified extraterrestrial substance categorisation date: 07-18-2018 reacts in highly unpredictable ways with nearby substances is not annihilated on contact with antimatter does not react to fundamental forces with the exception of gravity melting and boiling points unknown momentary exposure to single particulate has exactly 50% chance of causing living organisms to instantly die IT CAN THINK It's 2037. It's been 20 years to the day since the first Duststorm. The first one was small. A meteorite fell and broke open in Russia. Nobody thought anything of it. Just over two pounds of Dust spilled out, and a breeze picked it up. Then people started caring. In months, shelters began to be built around the world. It didn't take much. One loose mote could wipe out entire cities, consuming them and their inhabitants in odd fountains of chaos and disorder that laughed in the face of natural laws and common sense alike. And people hid and cowered. Even in the shelters, life wasn't the same. It didn't take long to realise that even the newborn children were somehow different. Eight years went by. The fear began to subside. People grew braver. The Dust wasn't hanging over them anymore. They opened their doors. And the Dust was everywhere. It too had multiplied, permeating the entire atmosphere. The very air had become toxic, and the world had settled into something new. But it couldn't kill everyone. Just as the Dust had killed, it also brought new life. And even that merciless Dust which killed millions, perhaps billions, before, could not kill the children. New diverse creatures rose from the Dust, who bonded with it, could command it. The natural laws were decided by the Dust now. For that reason, these new beings, the Ashen, were more powerful than humans had ever been. The world was destroyed, but it was not ruined. It is only just beginning. Not all hope is lost for humanity. Some of us can still walk outside. The children from after that fateful day twenty years ago have a chance. Because we too are Ashen. From Dust we came, and to Dust we shall one day return. But until that day comes, the world of our forefathers is ours now. And we shall make it anew. I'm going to be honest. I came up with this whole concept about 45 minutes ago, but I think I like it. If anyone's up for it, voice thy reservations here and I'll get to work on an actual RP for this thing.