You were resting at home, the Age of Despair's endless hails of rain and snow battering the ground outside. The constant misery of this Age felt almost palpable, an underlying sense of dread and anguish creeping into every waking moment

Amidst the rain, you can hear the loud crash of a nearby mine collapsing. From a window, you glimpse what looks to be a swarm of yellow, almost blob-like beings erupting out of it in droves, each with an eternally horrified look plastered over their face