A bearded man wearing a brown wool robe rode along an empty dirt road on a wagon, holding the reigns of a horse tightly. A young boy sat next to him. In the back of the wagon were boxes and sacks – supplies for his family. The sun shone brightly, reflecting light in a clear nearby stream to the right of the road. Off to the left were fields of flowers, seemingly stretching out endlessly before meeting with a beautiful mountainside of trees on the horizon.
Suddenly the man began to feel the earth quake around him. The horse stopped dead in his tracks and began to raise himself up on hind legs, neighing loudly in fear. The boy held on tightly to his father as the wagon swayed back and forth. The man looked to his left and saw an eerie darkness arising from the ground. As he looked closer, he was astonished to see a hole had opened wide, releasing a huge dark phantom-like creature, followed by more dark figures, slightly smaller in stature than the first. The figures continued to rise out of the ground. The man held ever tighter to the reigns of his horse as it panicked and sought to flee from the dark shadows. The man and the boy watched in horror as a seemingly endless stream of dark creatures continued to rise, stirring up a great wind and blanketing the atmosphere with blackness. As they continued to rise from the hole where flowers once grew, it seemed as though they pulled a black curtain across the entire sky, blocking the sun from emitting it’s light upon the planet. Night had been created in a mere moment.
It is constantly dark on Humus. There is no day, only night. After centuries of adapting to this mysteriously wrought atmosphere, Laraneph Electric Company (LEC) had long since developed the technology necessary to provide a powerful light source throughout the planet – along every roadway and public establishment. The people of Humus have been conditioned to the high powered fixtures, suspended twenty feet in the air on poles spaced evenly across the land. Everyone is able to go about their day to day activities, both work and entertainment, before the lights dim in the later hours of the evening.
Many have witnessed a strange phenomenon in the always-dark atmosphere of the land – shadow creatures. Most people doubt the existence of the shadowy beings. But those who have witnessed shadow creatures first-hand or heard about them from their friends suspect that the shadowy beings usurp a hidden authority, blending in with the dark sky as they plot to toy with the lives of all who dwell there.
Another more recent phenomenon is a strange group of people known as mutants. They can be seen gathering in the deepest parts of various cities in the Northern Region of the planet Humus. Sometimes the other people, known as normals, crowd around them, quickly grabbing from them anything that will fulfill their immediate needs - food, blankets, clothes or whatever other gifts the outcasts have brought this time. The normals stay around just long enough to show at least a weak display of appreciation for the mutants’ offerings and literature inviting them to their local meetings. The mutants are a misunderstood group of people who have mysteriously metamorphosed over the last twenty years in the Northern Region.
The mutants can also be seen in groups entering and leaving private homes or rented Meeting Halls, giving curious neighbors who see them pass by the creeps. Normals secretly have a fear of getting too close to those places, paralyzed by the thought that the plasma-looking beings may steal their very soul and transform them into something they would loathe.
There are those who despise the mutants because they have seen first hand how co-workers, friends, or relatives fell prey to their grotesque mutation.
Some normals think that the two unusual entities, the shadow creatures and the mutants, are somehow even connected.
Who are these mutant misfits? Who are the members of this unusual community? Why are only a few drawn to them while the masses avoid personal contact with these mutants? These peculiar people are also known as Metians. Some normals have heard rumors that these blood-mutated people have identified themselves with someone named Mete, but are clueless as to who that is, and have no idea how these mysterious changes have occurred in people over the last few years.
The Metians know that they could be considered outcasts for as long as they live. They may cloak themselves in flesh to be more accepted by their peers, or they walk with pride in their mutated form, repelling even their closest loved ones at times – but they are forevermore the Blood-soaked Kindred.