Saving the World in an Apocalypse-Style Text Game

[It was a day like any other, the repetitive routine of mining was all of the life the ’Bright Stars’ had gifted me.]

[Perhaps it was fated, within a vein of the mine, I witnessed something extraordinary.]

[A sudden cave-in had me convinced I was about to perish in the mine, but that wasn’t the case, someone must uncover the truth of history...]

[...]

[On the floor of the cave-in stood a huge stone tablet, carved with images and the language of my people.]

[From the wear and tear on the stone tablet, it can be inferred that it is much older than even my great-grandfather.]

[The image carved on the stone tablet depicted our great ancestors looking different from my memories, they were not simply bipedal, but had eyes aplenty.]

[This was... the symbol of the heterodox knowledge seeker!]

[How could our ancestors, as the most faithful followers of the ’Bright Stars’, look like this!]