Updates

Hello vermin hunters,

Our team is finalizing the proofreading pass on the layout, it's a big endeavour so we had to take a little more time: PDF will be sent to you this summer, we're very sorry for that :) Of course, everything will be sent to the printer at the end of this month so things are progressing nicely, we're still aiming for autumn 2026 to send you the printed books.

In the meantime, here's an extract about Paris, post-Collapse. Hum, and I want to give you some details about the metro and how the climate change would transform Paris forever.
 

"I remember a railway line that ran along Seine. Underground. Ha ha. How crazy, when you think about it. Every year, it was closed in order to reinforce and fix up the enormous walls between the railway tunnel and the river’s bed. Oh, the water infiltration was never that bad, but still, every year, over a month, “Castor” maintenance was performed on the line.

Yup, they had to do it every year. You think they kept at it past the Great Night of 2028? It was already not so spick-and-span in the first place… I don’t know if that’s how it started going downhill, but it didn’t help for sure. Imagine an entire river pouring down into a subterranean railway and subway network. More than twenty lines, interconnected with hallways to allow passengers from one to the other.

In the early 2000s, Paris’s underground had already turned into a giant Swiss cheese that architects had a tough time with, so you can imagine how it went after that… Stations millions of people used to go in and out of on a daily basis, completely flooded. By the way, the flow of Seine used to be a hundred thousand liters every second. And if that wasn’t enough, there’s been a “slight” increase in the sea level over the last few years.

Do you know why Seine used to be so famously snaking? Because it was already at sea level. Not enough elevation difference to flow straight. So when the waves came in, yep, they went all the way from Rouen to Paris. And so, getting back to my previous subject, a few million or billion liters of water filled the whole underground network: metro, RER, catacombs, mushroom beds, abandoned quarries, and who knows what else. With so much weight pressing down, no way that was all going to hold."

And now, the updated production planning:

And if you want to visit Paris one day, try to do it before the rats and the floods ;)

— Batro, Vincent and the whole Vermin 2047 team

Hello dears vermin fans,

It's time for a new update! This month we are integrating the last remaining corrections on the books layout. Then everything will be sent to our printer ;)

We need to push back the opening of the pledge manager to next month instead of May, because we need a bit more time to prepare the platform.

In the maintime, here is a new preview of one of the books about the communities in a post-apocalyptic country. It's from the Universe book:

"There was this silent, quiet, almost wise community. They didn’t ask anything from me. I don’t know what they wanted to trade. My tiredness, perhaps. I was exhausted, and my silence echoed theirs. No one asked me any questions. The fire was rising between the trees. Night was falling, slow, ponderous. It was an August night, but the August of now, too hot, dry, aggressive, nasty like an ember in your hand. And a little boy came, and they said his name, and it was the name of spring. He sang while the night was gnawing at everyone, all except for him and his voice like a broken bird’s, like split crystal, and his eyes the color of rain-sodden ash. There, he sang about the death of the
day and the night that might never end. I think I cried.

I think."

Chilling, isn't it?

And now here's the updated production planning:

And remember: survival is never a solo endeavor, it is the strength of the community that will determine who endures.

— Vincent, Batro and the whole Vermin 2047 team

Hello to all survivors!

April has arrived, and with it, spring. But what is spring when the climate has turned everything upside down in the year 2047?

In any case, our team is making progress, and after spending many weeks reviewing the layout of the books and accessories, we have reached a major milestone: we expect to send the files to the printer as early as next month. We need a bit more time to integrate the corrections, but we think we will be able to complete the files by May.

The spring season means more insects, more critters to harass and slowly kill you. Here is an excerpt from the Universe book about them:

Here's the production planning:

Stay sharp, keep your gear close, and remember: in 2047, the smallest things are often the deadliest.

— Vincent, Batro and the whole Vermin 2047 team

Hello fellow survivors,

March is already here, and our team is continuing to work on the layout of the Universe book. I would like to share excerpts from the book that show how the Collapse unfolded.

The game presents not a sudden apocalypse, but a gradual collapse, more realistic, reflecting the tragic yet real-world theories of an end brought about by a combination of causes: ecological, economic, and military.

"Before, we loved to tell the hypothetical story of our own doom… We made movies, TV shows, songs about it. We felt the vibration… the call. We had a desire to disappear, to burn the bridges that connected us to our humanity, to forsake this shell of a society and return to an animal, raw, wild state. The idea felt romantic. The actual experience wasn’t romantic at all. We were children in a burning schoolyard playing: “Let’s say we’re all going to die soon…”

Those tales always went the same: an event, The Event, The Thing, The Catastrophe, The Cataclysm… you had to endure it, then once it had come and gone, the story was about rebuilding, a new balance, mankind patching its wounds, licking them like a young war hound itching to return to the fray. We always came out on top in these stories. We got high off our assumed success, our
imagined resilience.

That’s not how it happened.
At all.
There was no single “Event”. There were dozens, hundreds.
And they are still happening…
We never rose to the occasion like in the stories. We showed neither grit nor glory. We lied, wasted time, and made things worse. And balance never returned…"

Here's the production planning, it did not change since last month:

Watch out for the Vermin until next month, we need to hold on, my dear friends!

— Vincent, Batro and the whole Vermin 2047 team

Hello fellow survivalists,

We hope everything is fine for you, it's already February, so it's time for a new update ;)

Our team is working on the Universe layout, the most complex of both books. Here are some preview from the English, work-in-progress layout:

Finally, I would like to add a short extract from the manuscript that I liked very much...

Our ruins are traps: we used to be the only ones able to manipulate them, and now, they kill us. I never thought that a dam could… overfill. With no one to open the floodgates, the water pressure could grow too strong. Moreover, this one bore a long black trail resulting from a fire, or an explosion. I didn’t think about it. Probably an ecoterrorist act from the days of the collapse. Whatever it might have been—perhaps the world’s last flier plummeting to their death on that concrete wall—the damage must have weakened the dam… and the weight of water did the rest. It had rained the night before. Not that much, not that hard. But it had rained. One time too many.
I noticed the crack, and I wondered if it had always been there. I stopped to think about it, which is probably what saved me.

Everything broke apart at once, and the water poured with a violence I could never have imagined. I leapt, I ran, I scrambled up the side of the valley, grasping at trees, bushes, rocks. I cut my hands down to the sinews on brambles, lost several nails. I saw an opening into a cave, and had to fight off the primal urge to scurry in there to huddle. I knew that if I did, I
would be dooming myself. I knew it, but my body did not believe me. I kept going. I knew that each extra foot of distance would make all the difference. Feeling the wave rush at me, I took a huge breath, closed my eyes, and was swept away from everything, from the ground, from the branches I was clinging to. The water let go of me at the bottom of the valley. I knew in advance that my bags would be torn, my clothes in tatters, and my skin deeply cut. What I didn’t expect was that I would
keep tasting dirt for several days.

There were the pilgrims. Caught by an ice storm in the middle of summer. They had been frozen as they stood, their skin black, bloated, blistered. In walking order, all in a row. I don’t know whether they had obstinately decided to keep going in the hope of making it through the hurricane, or whether they had just chosen to accept their fate. Seeing them, I remembered frozen mammoths with mouths still full of grass. One of the men had a dandelion between his lips. The flower was yellow, the only bright spot on all this cold-cooked meat. I had faced an echo of this tempest in the form of a formidable, violent hailstorm. It had been three days prio. The sun had returned, beating down on the pilgrims and thawing pieces of them: their hands, their skulls, their shoulders. Bones were poking through, white, gnawed, scratched. It was the rats. They had come to drink, enjoying the fresh sustenance.

After reading this part, I bet you're now inspired to build your shelter right now... isn't it? 



Here's the updated production planning:

Thanks again for your support, see you next month, survivors, and be careful of vermin, big, small or human!

— Vincent, Batro and the whole Vermin 2047 team