Things are not what they appear in the Cognitive Network
The city of pigs
The fictitous state that I have been developing for my CoC/Vampire cross-over home game.
An Amazon nation in the Cosmic Era
The term is archaic, calling upon the ancient language of the magi, and those versed in the eldritch arts. In the more vulgar argot, terms such as scrying room and equally mundane names are bandied about. The fact that such limited terms are used to describe the proper mystic's psychomanteum demonstrates how little they actually know about what occurs within.
Incarceration in the Cosmic Era, adjustable for futuristic and dystopian settings
The home base of the mighty mech
The California of the Cosmic Era, Turkey
Located in the Eurasian Alliance Balkanistan Principality, Vetmuara BioSciences is the bottom of the barrel for human cloning.
The primary spaceport of the South African United Republics and the largest space port in Africa
A look at slums and shanty towns in the Cosmic Era
They're doing it, they're really doing it
One of the largest objects in Low Earth Orbit
The lead New Earth Government of the Cosmic Era
The Pacific Rim coalition is one of the New Earth Governments of the Cosmic Era
The hyperborean realm of the Eternal Flame
Somewhere along the line, someone decided that a giant swimming pool would make a great place for a rave club
One of the largest and most famous cryodetention centers operated by Creative Incarcerations Corp
An overview of the environs and settings of the Cosmic Era on a meta level
An underground club, meeting place, and fortress
The accepted mode of getting otherwise unobtainable information is to go visit the cranky old hermit living in the mountains. It's just the sensible thing to do. So, naturally, everyone takes their monthly excursion to the hermit's hovel to consult him on everything, from lock-jaw to lovesickness, necromancers to nasal viruses.
Now, if everyone's always visiting the poor old hermit, there's going to be an enormous queue... "Wellcome to the Hermitt's Hovele, Please Take Ye a Number and Have Ye a Seate" reads the sign outside the packed dwelling.
Imagine the poor hermit, having retreated into the mountains to escape this precise situation...