The day was a beautiful one, the sun high in the sky (or the moon, depending on location), the sky clear, the humidity pleasant.� Then came the Day of Reckoning.
There were no horsemen riding palehorses.� There were no thunderstorms, and Jesus had not been reborn.�It wasn't the end of the world.� Just the end of the world as humanity knew it.� In fact, it was almost the end of humanity.

Cities were leveled by some unseen will.� The continents were divided, replaced, rejoined, relocated.� All of mankinds achievements were destroyed.� Technology was ripped from their hands and smashed.� Libraries burned. Then, Salvation came.� No biblical savior.� Angels with the bodies of humans, but with firey hair, hands and feet...where their wings beat were flames.� These blue flames didn't burn anything they touched.� The Fire Angels looked at humanity and frowned.� "You have been judged, and found wanting.� Your technology has been taken from you.� Your cities have been destroyed.� Your maps are no longer accurate.� Your dominion over the world has been removed."

"We have spared you, because there are righteous people among you.� Sadly, your people have forgotten what that means.� We leave you here to remake what of yourselves you will.� But, first, you must be changed."� And with a grand sweep of their firey hands, mankind was forever changed, and the races reborn.� "And now, we make the final change in your world."� Take one world, add magic; let sit.� "The magic has always been here, but your race was too afraid of the powers it gave, so you hid it, persecuted those who found it.� Now NO BEING will be able to deny you your magic."� The angels turned to leave and mankind all heard their shared thought:� "How long until they find they are immortal? And how much longer until theyfind how to kill each other?"

Only a select few heard the rest. "They aren't all immortal. Only those within whom the flame is strongest."
"Yes, well...Let those people become heros or demons if they will.� We have given them more than they ever had before.� We have set them free.� But will they realize that?"

One responded, the first to realize her powers.� "I have."� She spoke to the masses. "Let us rebuild our world.� Let those blessed with immortality use it, and make themselves as gods, and let all become what they can.� For we are finally free."

A World Assunder is a MUD written in Java based on an idea contrived by Atlanta Apostol and Jeffrey Bester (co-coders and Implementors).� This is their code base.� It is open source.� Blah blah blah.