Just after tomorrow, a spaceship filled with plucky adventurers will land on our planet’s surface. They will see our species, residing in mobile hell-fortresses circled by tireless killer robot drones and rings of dead birds, their stomachs stuffed with plastic. After a suspenseful quest, they will find the bowels of these machines powered by a constant stream of cute, innocent-looking animals; with the occasional dissident tossed into the furnace for good measure.

Such a monstrous race of tyrants, they will conclude, must be stopped.

in this game you could be a sentient octopus, whose mind has been uploaded into swarm of nano-machines, that’s dating a rockstar who is actually the third person to play that rockstar, and whose persona is a different gender than the body it inhabits, and is fighting against a person who has modified themself past being human while at the same time is infected with an alien nano-virus that is slowly turning them into alien agent while sabotaging a space habitat that’s made largely from bacon.