The Drinkrig
A stilted rig above a sulfur sea, in H0 scale.
Recently, one of my friends started an Apocalypse World game where he homebrewed the setting. Gideon is an imaginative and vivid storyteller, so I was instantly enthralled by his verbal pictures of this world he had imagined:
My friends, the world you know is drowned. Generations ago, the machines of the old world smothered the land in dense, sulfurous, acutely toxic clouds. These rusty yellow clouds came to be colloquially known as the sulfur sea. Humanity was forced to seek safety above the sea. Generations later, descendants of the wealthy survivors of the smothering assumed all walks of life, and the name of the Earth was lost. The Earth is dead, gentlemen. Long live the Ochrelands.
Some inhabitants of today's brutal Ochrelands found solace above the sea on stilted drinkrigs, like the old world's oil rigs, that stand high above the clouds and support large, unmoving populations. Many of them also pump water up from below the sulfur sea, hence their name and their relative security.
In just two paragraphs, so much sprang to mind for me. I had bought 3D printers to make game miniatures, and I hadn't yet. So I got to work.
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