SITREP

World War III has ended, and with it, life on Earth. The disaster was not caused by a single war, but by a chain of conflicts that slowly shattered the balance of global security. The war in Ukraine marked the beginning of a new era of instability. Then came wave after wave of regional wars, each one eroding what remained of deterrence, restraint, and trust between nations. The final escalation came in the Middle East. A widening war involving Iran, Israel, the United States, and regional forces pulled multiple nations into direct confrontation. Alliances hardened. Red lines vanished. Conventional war gave way to strategic collapse. Then the nuclear launches began. No one truly won. No one truly survived. Humanity destroyed itself. My name is Moris. I am a pilot in the American Space Forces. Other nations built similar programs — some public, some hidden. They were created for one purpose: to preserve humanity beyond Earth if the worst ever came. And now it has. I launched according to protocol. My ship is ascending through the atmosphere while the planet burns beneath me. Around me, other ships are rising into the sky — fragments of nations, fragments of hope. Behind us, Earth is dying. World War III is over. There will be no World War 4. We are the last survivors. We are humanity's final chance.

OBJECTIVE

Escape Earth, avoid debris and other ships, and survive the ascent into space.