When you live at the bottom, the only thing you have is to look up. If you're lucky you can see the lights of the great towers and the stars. If you're like most people, you just look at concrete. But the stars and lights are still up there.
Observation and scanning technologies for the Cosmic Era
Large glass domes are popular in pulp science fiction, covering alien cities, protecting the last cities of man from a ruined and scorched earth, and providing sky lights for space stations and habitats.
A Federation black budget research and development center, and one of the most advanced shipwrights in the Solar System
At the height of the Imbrian Culture, they colonized almost the entire Solar System, and Lunaformed many of the planets.
26/30 Sample Dead Zones to flesh out the wastelands of the Cosmic Era.
Dead Zones are the cancerous pock marked ruins of the Petroleum Era, cities and urban sprawls long abandoned, quarantined or simply lost.
A hoary old tower that serves as the lair of a necromancer, but not is all as it seems.
Dominated by Chinese colonists, most people refer to the red planet as Huo Hsing, rather than Mars.
Habitats and stations that float
A cul-de-sac in arcanotechnology, the Singularity Plant is a power station that is more dangerous than it is valuable.
Governments and mega-corporations have found a way to cheat the the system, the Dream Tanks are their most valuable assets.
One of the most common and well recognized SimSense parlors of the Cosmic Era
A city of immense wealth, stark poverty, violent crime, and cyclopean architecture
drawn from/inspired by Hellfire: the Summoning mobile game
The octahedral space stations designed and built by the Atlantic Federation
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.
Idea from the Aeneid. Could make an intriguing encounter when searching for firewood..."Quite near there happened to be a mound of earth, at the highest part of which were growing thickets of cornel and a dense cluster of spiky myrtle-stems. I went up there and tried to wrench the green growth from the ground to provide a leafy covering for our altar. There I was confronted by a horrible and astounding miracle. For from the first bush which I tried to break off...blood oozed in dark drops, fouling the earth with its spots...A piteous moan came from the base of the mound and I heard a human voice answering me: 'Why, Aeneas, must you rend a poor sufferer? I am buried here...for I am Polydorus. Here death overpowered me in a crop of piercing iron-pointed spears. And so a crop resembling javelins has grown over me...'"