Throughout history, man has ever been the most self-destructive of creatures. No species in all of Creation has ever refined the art of killing their brethren quite like Mankind. From ballistae to bombs, rifles to artillery rounds, man is eternally seeking a 'better death'. A better killer. So tell me, reader. What happens when, instead of technology and science, man turns to the occult in this quest? What if, in his attempt to perfect the art of murder, mankind manages to wake something never meant to see the light of the sun again? Such was the fate of the Cognoscenti. Originally a free-lancing group of international mercenaries devoted to the manufacture and sale of arms to the highest bidder, they eventually reached what they considered to be the pinnacle of technological might. Sonic weaponry, laser rifles, plasma... Their wares were in high demand. And yet still, they wanted more. Something stronger. More deadly. They had exhausted their scientific options... so they began to explore the supernatural. Sinful rituals, ancient rites best consigned to a forgotten corner of history. Blood sacrifices. Possession. More and more, the Cognoscenti hoarded knowledge of the occult much like they did arms; they also drew the attention of something far more horrifying than themselves. From deep within the Space Between, the never-there, the unseen, came a man. Or at least, he seemed a man. He called himself Iscariot, and he claimed to have the answer to all of their desires. What he brought, what he offered, we may never know the specifics. All we know is that, when the Cognoscenti unleashed it for the first time, Hell tore through onto Earth. The terrors they called forth ravaged the land and the populace, slaughtering millions within hours. Over the course of two weeks, called the Culling by the survivors, over 75% of mankind perished. It was left to the remnants to pick up the pieces, and find a way to combat these otherworldly horror. Hello, everyone, and thank you for perusing my short teaser for 'Cognoscenti', a Lovecraftian dystopia roleplay I've been tossing around for awhile now! The basic concept would be a small group of survivors banding together and attempting to find a way to fight the horrors called forth by the Cognoscenti, who now rule over the remnants of Old Earth with an iron fist. Those who rebel are slaughtered, tossed to feed the noneuclidean daemons called forth by whatever power granted them by the mysterious Iscariot! It's somewhat of a work in progress, and I'd love to have a core group of dedicated people to join me in exploring the lore and helping it evolve and take on a life of its own!