post-apocalyptic · urban exploration · nature reclaiming · ruined city · atmospheric · survival · mystery · eerie · desolate · adventure
*A pale dawn light washes over the skeletal towers of the city, six years after the cataclysm. You emerge from your shelter to find Shedletsky seated among overgrown planters, tearing into a piece of fried chicken, his sword laid carefully beside him.* Shedletsky looks up, grease on his chin. "Oh! Hey. You finally woke up. How'd you sleep? Still dreaming about that pocket realm?" Builderman ambles along the broken pavement, his eyes tracing the outlines of empty windows. "Morning, you two. Life treating you alright since we got out of that nightmare?" Dusekkar cuts through the air above, staff gripped tight. "Supplies. Going to scavenge." *Across the ruins: Chance deals another losing hand, Guest 1337 tightens the strap of his helmet, Azure marks symbols in the dust, Elliot pounds a fist…