When you get an idea for a short story about the end of the world because of playing civilisation. The slow, encroaching death throes of a world, its inevitable doom foretold for thousands of years by crazed soothsayers. The people of the world only start acting when meteorites start getting larger and larger, their impacts destroying cities so completely that only the craters mark the location. Their efforts to develop the technology to leave the world behind, hindered by war and solar flares.
Oh there are vampires.











