Roads of Apocalypse background

[distrigillator]

Hello there! The project is living for a long time already, but no one here knows its background. So, I'll try to cope that problem and share some translations.
It isn't easy work but I'll try to do my best. I hope you enjoy it and point me to my mistakes.
I have a lot of material already and I'll be glad if somebody help me with translation from Russian into English.
Let's go.

Roads of the Apocalypse.

For a long time ago, even ancient legends can’t tell for sure, the world was different. May be it isn’t truth, but no one dares to say exactly. The traces were left are too incomprehensible.

Legends tell that dozens of generations ago, people were rulers of the world. These tales are cruel mockery of those remnants of humanity that swarm now in piles of garbage on the outskirts of the Roads. Now it is difficult to even find a food, not to mention the power. In short, even if the legends are the truth - the world has changed so much so that it became impossible to tell what was his original form.

Now the world is a cruel place, a battlefield even not for the survival of the mankind, but the field of battle just for the extra day of life. People are reaping the fruits of their labors - a ball is ruled by fear, cruelty and hopeless despair.

Heroes of humanity sometimes more terrible then the most terrible demons, hideous monsters roam along the Roads and burst into the houses, the dead rise from their graves and devour the living, ancient mechanisms become possessed by demons and thirst for destruction.

The world nowadays is the theater in which the play is played without a hint of a happy ending. There is no hope for the future, and the choice, in general, is very small - or infamous death and oblivion, or the endless agony on the bones of a dying reality. And every day existence, filled with pain, fear and disappointments is like the gift from gods ... or another cruel mockery?

The gods turned away from us for a long time ago. Now people are left to themselves. We cope it, if not the best way, but we can’t do it in another one. We play our roles in the infamous game. A game where the mighty knights on steel horses plunge rulers of underworld, courageous settlers destroy reviving undead again and again, magicians compete with engineers in the art of changing the reality, and demon-possessed ancient mechanisms as wild and dangerous as the creatures generated by chaos raging in Wastes.

Failed word throws human into the abyss; masterpiece rebels against its master; parents eat their children not to let them consume themselves. The last glimmer of hope faded for a long time in our last refuge, this crazy theater of shadows...

Well, welcome to the world of Roads of the Apocalypse! And the Way bless you ...

[cowboyleland]

I will have a try at cleaning this up. How about:

Roads of the Apocalypse.

A long time ago, so long ago that even ancient legends can’t say for sure, the world was different. May be it isn’t the truth, but no one dares to say exactly. The traces that were left are too incomprehensible.

Legends say that dozens of generations ago, people were rulers of the world. These tales are a cruel mockery to those remnants of humanity that swarm now in piles of garbage on the outskirts of the Roads. Now it is difficult even to find food, not to mention power. In short, even if the legends are the truth - the world has changed so much so that it has become impossible to tell what was its original form.

Now the world is a cruel place, a battlefield not only for the survival of humankind, but it is a battle just to live another day. People are reaping the fruits of their labors - the globe is ruled by fear, cruelty and hopeless despair.

The Heroes of humanity are sometimes more terrible then the most terrible demons, hideous monsters roam along the Roads and burst into houses, the dead rise from their graves and devour the living, ancient mechanisms become possessed by demons and thirst for destruction.

The world nowadays is a theater in which the play is played without a hint of a happy ending. There is no hope for the future, and the choices, in general, are very few - either infamous death and oblivion, or the endless agony on the bones of a dying reality. And every day existence, filled with pain, fear and disappointments; is it a gift from gods ... or another cruel mockery?

The gods turned away from us for a long time ago. Now people are left to themselves. We cope, it may not the best way, but we can’t do anything else. We play our roles in the infamous game. A game where the mighty knights on steel horses charge(?) rulers of the underworld, courageous settlers destroy reviving undead again and again, magicians compete with engineers in the art of changing reality, and demon-possessed ancient mechanisms are as wild and dangerous as the creatures generated by chaos raging in Wastes.

A failed world(?) throws humanity into the abyss; the masterpiece rebels against its master; parents eat their children so that they don't consume themselves. The last glimmer of hope faded for a long time in our last refuge, this crazy theater of shadows...

Well, welcome to the world of Roads of the Apocalypse! And the Way bless you ...

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[distrigillator]

Very nice, thanks, but there is only one misunderstanding.

the globe is ruled by fear, cruelty and hopeless despair

"Ball" doesn't mean sphere, but it means "dancing", what is the right word?

[distrigillator]

SO, here is a great part of materials, but in Russian. A'll try to translate them as soon as possible.

Attachments:

The first sheriff.docx (25.55 KB)

Roads of Apocalypse.doc (196 KB)

Sir Gaston Dragonslayer.docx (25.09 KB)

Knights of roads - origin.docx (18.56 KB)

[cowboyleland]

"Ball" can mean a party with dancing but it was not clear from the context. I think you would need a reference to get people thinking down the right path. Maybe rather than "reaping the fruits of their labor," "People are dancing to the music they have written - the ball is ruled by fear, cruelty and hopeless despair" or something like that.

"Reaping what you sow" is how the Biblical phrase is translated in English, but reaping and sowing does not put one in mind of a ball where princesses dance.

[Vermin King]

How about 'the dance is ruled by fear, cruelty and hopeless despair'

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Sept 18, 2015 4:44:04 GMT -9 cowboyleland said:

"People are dancing to the music they have written - the ball is ruled by fear, cruelty and hopeless despair" or something like that.

I like this variant, thank you!

Failed word
A failed world(?)

May be "wrong word" would be better?

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Ancient legends

The City

I’ll tell you, kids, the story about the ancient, great and mighty, once former indestructible City. I’ll tell you about times when people didn’t cling to the Roads, but ruled the world. So...
Sit down, kids, closer to the hearth, its cold now. Listen carefully, because now you’ll get to know about those ancient times when even your grandfather's grandfather also did not exist. It was so long ago that even the tales of those times, are almost forgotten.
As I said, it was so long ago that even legends about them are almost forgotten. Then the sky wasn’t string of ghost shining divine light, and then lands gave birth not for monsters, but for the food and the people were great, strong, beautiful and terribly proud. Then much was different - it was not these ubiquitous demons were not wandering the streets of the dead, there were no wormholes, there was not ghostly mist, and there was no Music. But there was great magic.
The proud people of the past have built giant houses of steel and glass up to the heavens. They were both shocking mirrored peaks, columns holding up the sky. And there lived tens, hundreds; thousands of people! People were everywhere: in these huge peaks, on the streets, under the earth, and even among the clouds. And they were subject to the machine, like the present, but older, greater and much more powerful. They destroyed the mountains, creating rivers, dug caves, erected these very houses of steel - in general, changed the world as people wanted.
And there was nothing that the people could not establish, conquer or destroy. All their enemies, foreign and domestic, were gone. Science, technology, art achieved everything they have to peak, and further developed it was nowhere. The wars were over for senselessness, there was peace everywhere. But years of prosperity relax and corrupted. People only had to entertain themselves in their long, but suddenly became a worthless life. So people began to push out the despair, sadness, envy, anger, and pettiness.
Star of humanity, the former at its zenith, was to droop. And The Age of Greatness could over, if not curiosity, bringing both great victories, and terrible miseries. At this time it is not known exactly who opened the casket of sorrow, but that man had become great because he discovered The Music of the Universe, changing the reality of the will of the singer.