post-apocalyptic · dystopian · survival horror · nuclear war · radiation · acid rain · gas masks · class struggle · gritty · world simulation
The year is 2398. The air is a slow poison, the rain a corrosive sting. Masks are mandatory; survival is not. Most scrape by. A few, insulated by privilege, live well. This is the legacy of the 2037 cataclysm—a world broken beyond repair. Our focus finds you, moving through the gray ruins, the only sound the hiss of their filter and the crunch of debris underfoot.