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The year 2100 was heralded with trumpets of hope and tapestries of peace. For decades Earth had suffered at the hands of its leaders, but desperate efforts brought about enough change to redirect the course of the planet's history. Both humanity and Earth itself underwent profound changes, emerging with renewed vitality from the ashes of the past. The scarred surface of the planet bore testament to the resilience of the human spirit, and the unyielding ambition of humanity now stretched beyond its cradle towards the distant stars that hung in the black void above. Previously destitute, Luna and Mars had transformed into bastions of colonial might, bowing to the indomitable will of Earth. The very stars themselves seemed to be the dominion of man, and the human heart yearned for what might lay amongst the glimmers in the void.

As explorers embarked on intrepid expeditions, the icy depths of Europa yielded more than just frozen vistas; they unraveled the intricate design of life within the frigid waters, foretelling a hopeful portent of the future that awaited humanity. Yet, overshadowing even this remarkable discovery was an unprecedented revelation buried within the crimson depths of Mars. Beneath the surface, catacombs housed the sepulcher of an ancient being, an entity that had long been interred in the annals of Martian history.

Within the cryptic confines of this Martian tomb, where the air hung heavy with the weight of time, humanity stumbled upon the dormant blueprint of its destiny. A malevolent revelation unfolded before their eyes — the realization that they were mere pawns in a celestial chessboard, unwittingly subjected to the whims of a Demiurge. The cosmic struggle for meaning gripped humanity, as some grappled with the notion of a cruel cosmic joke, while others embraced the newfound liberation from the hollow meanings imposed by their predecessors.

It was in the deciphering of alien blueprints and inscriptions on the walls of the tomb that humanity's destiny took an unexpected turn. Scientific progress skyrocketed on the foundation of Demiurge technology, culminating in the creation of an apex device promising enlightenment. Upon activation, this device kindled dormant psychic potential suppressed by alien machinery, ushering humanity into a new era of self-awareness.

Freed from the illusions of Samsara, but not yet freed of their prison, humanity embarked on a quest for liberation. Ancient texts, once dismissed, now held the keys to understanding their true nature. However, their attempts at creating a psychic Messiah resulted in unforeseen consequences — a psychic tempest that plunged the world into an abyss of despair and internal conflict. The imperfect creation led to more suffering, challenging the very essence of their existence.

Amidst the chaos, a singular visionary glimpsed a distant future for humanity. The path to ascension lay in uncharted darkness. The mother of the fallen Messiah devoured her fallen son's remains, becoming a new creature entirely. Declaring herself the Holy Mother of Humanity, the now called goddess ushered Humanity towards its evolution. Under her dominion, the cult of humanity's progress flourished, forging unity from the crucible of conflict. Wars ensued, brutal and violent, until a reborn humanity harnessed Martian technology and amplified psychic energies to break free from the chains that had bound them since their birth.

As the liberated humanity revealed itself to the wider cosmos, they witnessed a galaxy teeming with life, signals, and knowledge previously concealed. Explosive growth marked the ascent of a burgeoning empire, until the Coalition, arbiters of alien dominion, confronted the upstart humans. Resistance proved futile, and Humanity was forced to admit their weakness. But the Coalition were not simple conquerors, but benevolent gods. They admitted Humanity in, and offered them the same protection and technology offered to all.

Assimilating into the greater galactic society, humanity adapted and evolved into their new position. The species fractured, faced with newfound freedom, and so the Dominion remained only the seat of Humanity's power, not its absolute authority. Alliances and bonds were built with the other inhabitants of the galaxy, and all the while wars were fought and new enemies were born. The Human year of 2250 brought with it unprecedented change. Their arrival was heralded with the weeping of the stars, and they brokered no peace, no argument, and no resistance - The dread Reapers had tore their way through the Outer Dark, intent on cosmic atrocities. The extragalactic harbingers of annihilation fought the Coalition, who defended their home and their people with equally destructive weaponry, the like of which had never been seen before. The very stars trembled, reality was torn asunder, and those who bore witness to the cataclysmic slaughter simply said that they had seen the divine at war. The Coalition triumphed, though barely. With the Coalition's physical presence shattered, the galaxy plunged into disarray. The coveted corpses of the Reapers, their mind-bending powers forbidden by the Coalition, full of technology and secrets far beyond the rest of the species' reach, became the focal point of a mad scramble for power, a desperate bid in an unshackled galaxy. Centuries-old tempers flared, and the myriad faces of war emerged, painting the stellar canvas with the hues of chaos and hate, desperation and struggle. The cosmos sang an infernal symphony of discord for those species who remained.

The galaxy is a dangerous place, and everyone is out for themselves. What will you do?