Not everyone in the Lowlands is hunting Keystones.
Some are just trying to get through the day.
In Lost Signals, survival isn’t always about combat.
Sometimes it’s about:
Repairing a cracked water pipe with salvaged node cable
Trading two cans of protein gel for three hours of clean fire
Sharpening a blade with worn-down gritstone while someone reads static-laced prayer fragments
Listening to a voice broadcast from a tower that shouldn’t be active
Wearing the same gloves every day—not because they’re warm, but because they used to belong to someone
This world is falling apart.
But the people in it?
They’re still holding on.
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In Lost Signals, survival is hard.
But watching someone die because of you? That’s worse.
This is a world where:
* Every companion can die
* One will betray you
* Some are broken before you even meet them
Their stories aren’t optional.
They shape how you see the world—and how the world sees you.
* Play through the collapse.
* Read the ones who didn’t make it.
Lost Signals is a post-apocalyptic sci-fi experience told through a survival RPG and a companion novel.
Hard choices. Scarred people. No easy endings.
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The Watchers aren’t a faction. They don’t speak. They don’t interfere. At least, not directly.
But people keep seeing the signs—
Symbols etched into ruins.
Shadows that vanish when followed.
Corrupted logs with traces of their access.
Some say they’re leftovers from the Architects.
Others believe they’re broken AIs, stuck in a loop.
But one thing keeps coming up:
They know more than anyone else.
And they’re always watching.
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“The static isn’t just noise. It’s a memory. A warning. A wound that never healed.”
The world of Lost Signals isn’t just dead—it’s coming apart.
🔹 The Southern Lowlands: A graveyard of rust and ruin, where ash storms choke the sky and Wraiths drift through the fog like forgotten ghosts. Deep underground, something hums like a dying heartbeat.
🔹 Portable Signal Nodes: The last remnants of Erubus, carried by survivors like lifelines. Some still flicker with lost transmissions. Others whisper things no one should hear.
🔹 The Bleedshadows: Tears in reality where time slips, voices echo, and nothing returns the same. Step too close, and you might come back… different.
🔹 The Keystones: Two artifacts. One leads to escape. The other to something far worse. The factions don’t know which is which. Do you?
🔹 The Aymen Ghost: Not a legend. Not a glitch. It’s waking up.
The Lowlands don’t offer safety—only choices. Every step forward costs something.
What are you willing to lose?
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They called it Project Mimir.
Long before the Collapse, The Architects built it beneath our feet—a vast substructure to deploy Nodes, route Aethryn cables, and trace Erubus.
But something changed.
The Consortium hijacked the project. Billionaires. Ghost governments. Black-budget nations. They didn’t build it for the world. They built it for control.
The Undergrid became their secret backbone:
To steer the Signals
To vanish beneath the ash
To survive what they saw coming
Now, in 2089, scavengers stumble into sealed vaults with glyphs no faction claims. Some tunnels flicker with Edenean resonance. Others? Cold steel, welded shut with fear.
And yet... some say they’re still down there.
Sleeping.
Waiting.
Watching.
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The signals are no longer lost—just buried.
Lost Signals is a dark sci-fi RPG & novel concept set in 2089, where ash, static, and fractured hope define Earth’s final days.
Now fully updated:
— World lore & mechanics
— Deep faction conflict & ruins to uncover
— Companion novellas: Ryley, Jace & Alma
— Twin Keystones: one salvation, one trap
It’s not just a game idea anymore. This is a living universe—ripe for story, survival, and something vast beneath it all.
Looking to connect with:
Writers, devs, narrative designers & worldbuilders.
Let’s build the signal together.
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Marrow Creek is the last real farming settlement in the Lowlands.
No faction owns it.
But everyone wants control.
Greyhaven protects it—for now.
Ashborn want its soil.
The Primacy rigged a Node too close to the water.
Volunteers guard the fences with old rifles.
Teyra Keele keeps the grain vault locked.
And people leave offerings at the Well when it starts to hum.
Marrow Creek is quiet. But it won’t stay that way.
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Aethryn Shards – Classified Relics / Origin: Edenean / Status: Unstable
Aethryn Shards are not just remnants—they’re power sources, catalysts, and risks.
These Edenean fragments emit low-frequency pulses, react to proximity, and exhibit organic-like memory imprinting.
Originally believed to be part of the Veymaw-containment lattice, now repurposed—poorly.
Some call them relics.
Others call them warnings the Architects left behind.
Either way—they’re still pulsing.
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“This isn’t the first time.”
The world ended.
The wrong Keystone was activated.
Everything was lost.
But someone—something—rewound the moment.
No memories.
No warnings.
Just a scarred drifter walking the same ruined path… again.
The Watchers say time folds like static.
And sometimes, it spits out the same soul with one more chance.
The loop is real.
He just hasn’t realized it yet.
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Before the fall... there were those who came not to conquer, but to flee.
The Edeneans.
They left behind more than relics. They left a whisper. A hum. And in chasing it, we built Erubus.
We were wrong. We thought it was power. A gift left buried. But the hum was never meant for us. It was a warning. A memory wrapped in static—older than bones, older than stars.
We didn’t hear it clearly. We didn’t want to. So we called it progress. We called it salvation. We fractured the veil. We stirred the dark.
And from the noise... something answered.
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They thought it was a the old Node factory. It wasn’t.
Beneath fractured cliffs lies the Spiral Grave—a sunken vault built not to store,
but to forget.
Failed prototypes.
Unstable signal cores.
Echoes that wouldn’t die.
They sealed them with resonance.
Now some of them have started to sing.
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