[ WP ] In 2050 the Rapture happens and the Apocalypse ravages earth . The colonies on the Moon and Mars are untouched by the events .

`` GOD HAS COME TO REAP THE SINNERS, FOR NO GODLY MAN WALKS THE EARTH!'' 
 
 That was the declaration that echoed across the face of the world. The skies shook. The oceans boiled. Animals cowered in terror as beings of light and fire descended upon the their homes, searching for injustice to avenge. 
 
 But they found none. The Heavens had opened too late, for while eternity stretched before their eyes and they prepared to sound the final horn, the end of the world and come and gone without note. Not with fanfare or shock or gnashing of teeth, but with a simple change of address. 
 
 it was true, indeed, that no godly man, woman, or child had walked the earth in many years. However, it would be more accurate to note that no man, woman, or child had walked the earth in many years. When the lights of Heaven's vigil began to die across the globe, the angels feared a crisis of faith. When the last went out before the appointed day with no notice or reason, their fear turned to anger at a world assuredly more warped and corrupt than any since the time of Noah. God and his hosts descended upon this bleak world, expecting to find a den of devils and blasphemers to be wiped clean and begun anew with extreme prejudice. 
 
 They remain there to this day, booming out warnings and lessons that no one will hear, and searching for sins that no one will commit. Their audience lies far away, a divide of both stars and knowledge, separate as oil and water. There, on the dead worlds and discarded rocks of creations past, flourishing with new life and purpose. Earth is but a fading memory here, and its forgotten gods grow even dimmer. No eyes turn to see the flickering lights across the surface of their ancestral home. No ears tune in to hear the words and warnings that held Adam's brood enraptured for thousands of years. Their attention faces forward, onward into the unknown depths that they are only just beginning to cultivate. 
 
 The Heavenly Hosts waited too long to make their presence known. Now they are but ghosts, wailing in a ruin.
