Not lightly does one kill a God. There is always a price to pay. There is always an equal and opposite reaction, whether you speak of the most basic principles of physics or stalk the lofty halls of deicide leaving footprints of ichor. And so it was with Earth, which gasped its last in the estimated Eleventh Century after the Fall; called the 1322nd year ExE by the elders; called 3700 AD by the truly ancient. And the last remnants of humanity, those left behind, those who had deserted the sinking ship, all came away from it with their own stories. These stories formed the tapestry that was to become known as the Wild Empire of humankind. All of these groups were mostly wrong, and they all spent most of their time trying to kill each other anyway. This story is the true account of the Last Days of Earth, and the culmination of events set in motion in Bad Cow and Greyblade.