Orbital Wake

The planet below you has already died once.

In its final collapse the Five Senses of the world woke as starving gods, drifting above the crust and feasting on what little life remained. You are the last Warden of Orbit, piloting a broken suit and a borrowed gun, dropped into the planet's fading atmosphere to unmake each god in turn.

First to face you is Olfax, Breath of Rot. His storms of poison wander the scarred valleys, but your sight and hearing still belong to you.