The Prime is gone, destroyed at last. The gods and their play things destroyed common reality, and most of them cower in their pocket dimensions. There is hope, but…
This is a high-level concept for a game setting, made for squad-based tactical grid combat. It serves as a “kitchen sink” approach to thematic genre tropes.
The idea is: there was a reality, and then our world advances enough to create new ones. Between the worlds are “Shimmers”, barriers created from “transitive properties” of the connecting worlds.
Your band of folks are survivors in a War that ended reality. Most believe it involved gods, but no one seems to know how, or what the gods are, or really anything else. You exist in a Shimmer, a community tucked away between worlds.
Yours isn’t the best life, but from what you hear, it’s far from the worst. Though travel is difficult, a decent amount of caravans visit your Shimmer on their route, and with their essential goods to trade they freely share gossip. There is some freaky stuff out there.