Uppercrust

Uppercrust is a gloomy world. It is cylinder-shaped, shielded by a sky of unbroken glass, and capped by polar mountains. Its scarred sun gives a flimsy red glow, and The Stars That See All have shut their eyes to the peoples’ fate.

This world is also on fire. For a few hundred years, the surface has been changing to magma, creeping from the southern platecap. The world’s bottom is a glowing sea of molten slag; half of the old kingdoms and empires are gone.

On the bright side the seasons are milder now. Snow rarely falls below the mountain peaks; which is good, because snow brings radiation sickness. In Uppercrust, all winters are nuclear.

An iron ghost circles the Cylinder, beneath the glass sky; it comes round every few years, making tides. Torchbugs alone keep the sunlight-starved crops from dying. Cats and dogs have been hunted to extinction; monstrous Chimerics and Restless haunt the dark realms.

This is a lonely, doomed, unshining world. Bring your own light…