Know, O Prince, that between the years when the Serpent fell and the oceans drank America and the gleaming cities, and the rise of the Sons of Space, there was an Age undreamed of, when nations guttered low and flared brilliant across the poisoned world like dying stars—California and Texas each claiming the flag of the West, France torn asunder and facing the desert, harsh Mexico, slumbering Brazil, Argentina where the seeds of Thule lay waiting, ancient lands of Persia and Arabia and Iraq between two empires, the coldly clutching Soviet Union whispering behind its Wall of Serpent, Japan whose warriors wore steel and silk and khaki. But the proudest kingdom of the world was Australia, the last green and pleasant land, ringed around by its dominions and bulwarked by the sea…

It’s Ken Hite (Trail of Cthulhu, Adventures into Darkness) writing his own version of a post-apocalyptic pulp future, drawing inspiration from men’s adventure novels, Mad Max, Robert E. Howard, Nazi occultism, and the Norse Eddas. What more do you need?
Unconvinced? Fine, let’s run this down.
In 1945, Nazi occultists – fueled by amphetamines, Pleistocene herbs culled from Finnish bogs and mead from “unknown insects” – succeeded in an occult ritual designed to sever America’s role as the “Rope of the Norns” and bring about Ragnarok. This, they swore, would enable the Aryan race to rule as the new masters of Midgard. Garm howled, Loki slipped his chains and the head of Jörmungandr rose from the Arabian sea. The creature proved unstoppable, easily shattering both the material and the morale of the Allied forces in its venomous jaws.
Truman, in a last-ditch decision which would forever change history, ordered Operation John Henry: a lone B-29 (the Strange Cargo) left Iceland with the Trinity Device on a one-way flight straight into the snake’s brainpan.
The world-serpent died, crushing much of Europe (including the bulk of the British Isles) under its coils. Unfortunately for the rest of the world, however, most of its 8000-mile long bulk landed in the Atlantic – creating tsunamis the likes of which had gone unimagined. Most of America to the east of the Rockies drowned in the deluge – an America already sickened by the cloud of venom, blood and fallout settling over it, twisting and sickening much of its flora and fauna.
Eastern America today is a a monster-haunted wasteland of free cities (who model themselves after Chicago and Houston), scavenger camps and jungles growing where cities once stood, thick with the chanting of snake cultists carrying out unholy rites. Over in Russia, Stalin seeks to reanimate the Frost Giants as an unstoppable army with which to bring the world under his sway. The Japanese Empire holds Manchukuo and the Philippines, where they experiment with weird tonics and gene therapies distilled from the rotting corpse of the Midgard Serpent. Thankfully, Britain endures – though relocated to South Africa, Australia and the Indian states who rejected Ghandi’s congress– and its Rhodes University leads the free world in its own ophi-tech research: giving its fighting men body armor woven from the great snake’s tendons, jetpacks fueled by its distilled bodily humours, and microwave guns which use fuel cells crafted from its intestinal bacteria.
So that’s where things stand now: Earth has become a world of strange technology, broken cities and savage jungles laden with reptilian monstrosities and the cultists who worship them. But mankind endures. Will you help rebuild the world in the face of Fimbulwinter, or will you take what you can and watch the rest burn?
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