This is the world that the Old Gods warned us was coming, but no-one listened to their prophets; and now those who turned a deaf ear raise their voices in wails of terror and despair. The endtimes are not at hand . . . They have already landed amongst us, and the only thing you can try to do is survive.

Just remember, though, if at first you don't succeed, you'll never get another chance.
Welcome to deadEarth, South America.

A rain forest, a desert and a mountain range, all so close together that one is nearly the other, and then the Nukes get dropped, flooding the known world with radiation and making changes to the landscape that will never be forgotten. And now that the smoke has cleared and the fog lifted, those changes become more and more evident. Potent narcotics from the abandoned fields of past drug lords are rife with new versions of old habits, the simple, nearly tame animals that once populated so much of the landscape have turned into some fierce, disgusting parody of what they once were. And the longer they live on this gods forsaken planet, the worse things get.

Out of the chaos and confusion, a few souls have risen to new heights, rebuilding civilisation, but most of them simply have taken over plots of land and held it with the brute force of firearms. Some try to make new lives for themselves, but others just accept Fate.

Only the strong survive . . .