The premise of „Low Life” is simple, yet hideously complex. See, it takes place gazillions of years in the future. Every calamity that could possibly befall a planet has befallen our lowly Mutha Oith and the place is now a stinking, festering, heap of crap (metaphorically speaking). The vaunted Hoomanrace is extinct as are most of the critters that once roamed the world. The dominant lifeforms of the day are those that evolved from the ones that survived the Time of the Flush (when all the bad stuff happened). Now, in an era known as After the Wipe, the Oith is populated by the descendants of the intrepid worm, the indestructible cockroach, the everlasting snack cake, and a host of other vile and bizarre entities.

The ancient technologies of the Hoomanrace are all but lost, victim of the aforementioned calamities. New religions gather converts and primordial villains rear their ugly rears. It’s a world of savagery and wonder; a world of magic and intrigue; a fascinating and adventurous world where even the lowliest werm can become a king by his own sword.