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Setting Descriptions Test

Postwar Science Fiction ruins. (1000 Years after HSR finishes)

The streets you grew up on were so filled with broken glass, rubble, and that the doors where the shops and apartments used to be so clear may not even be there. No smell made it through your rebreather, and the goggles kept the sun from half-blinding you. The once bustling city, is for once in my life, silent. The only noise is the shrieking wind through the almost natural looking canyon and low, distant rumble of the terraformation machines. As I stroll down my home block I look back to where I once awed at the ten spires, the massive crystalline skyscrapers built to honor the sacrifice of the sector’s lord some thousand years prior, there’s nothing by the typical green sky and the three moons. Every step I take is announced with the shifting of the rubble or the sound of broken glass shattering further. I half expected to see bodies littering the filled streets, but the only evidence of life is some lichens, moss, and occasional roach or rat. The gray canyon seems to go on forever, and the farther I go down, the close I get to the impact site, the finer the rubble gets, and the few shards of glass gradually become something that resembles sand. Where you had worked your first job, lies a black crater about a kilometer wide. At the bottom like a pool of solid glass. Even a decade later it still smells charred, and the lingering smell of burnt flesh and broken dreams still remains if somewhat faded. Turning around, you wrap your cloak around you tighter, having decided that the world you once called home, was lost, now, and for all time.

Lizardfolk City (Future plot point in Tribes)

Scaled forms seemed to dance around Freja, even the cities of the Normae coast seemed quiet compared to the liveliness of the lizardmen and women. The scaled ones came in colors Freja had only ever seen in dyes and clothes, vibrant emerald greens, bright yellows, reds, and blues, as well as more usual browns and tans, though some of the scaled ones, the ones with strange, slug-like eyes, seemed to be able to change their colors to whatever they wanted, some blending into the mass of colors of the markets, and others standing out more vibrant the finest dyed cloth. The city smelled of everything all at once, the rankness of the swamp of settlement but also a nearly sickening sweetness from the ovens, the savory smell of the street vendors, and the innumerable spices wafting in from the market. Their buildings were made of some sort of gray stone and that was only due to Hans telling her, the outsides of the buildings were either painted, plastered, or ordained with a colorful batch of small tiles. The lizardfolk themselves dressed with as little cloth as to make themselves decent among themselves, which was nearly obscene to Freja. The women wore loose fitting cloth set on the shoulders to cover their chests and skirts that made it halfway to the knee with a hole cut for their sizeable tails. The men wore nothing on the top half of their body, unless the mass of necklaces and armbands they wore was counted, and they wore baggy trousers with a similar tail accommodation to the women. The more she looked at the dress it seemed that both sexes wore more weight in jewelry than in cloth, many of the men had a strange yellow gem in their necklaces and the women had an equally strange, color changing one in theirs.

Mixed-Species Supermarket. (Test using Jenny and Tucker of Spring Fever in a possible plot point depending on how the (literally D10) rolls

Bazaar was quiet, but that is to be expected on a Tuesday evening. A few people were shopping. A lone human, a pair of blue jay folks, and a small family of foxes. You and Jenny were here for something inauspicious but not innocent. It had been some time since you’d been in a supermarket, but the sheer scale of the warehouse-sized building was still impressive. The hanging signs indicated what, and for who, each section was for, some caught your eyes more than others: “Soap: Skin and Scales, Soap: Fur and Feathers, Healthy Living: Carnivorous Mammal Supplements, stood out among others, though your mind might be in the shower because of what the two of you had been doing earlier today in one. The building seemed about a quarter-mile deep and a half-mile wide, it was the largest and only supermarket on the island and it could easily match the warehouses in the harbor district for a run for their money in size. You were here for something that would be in the “pet accessories”, specifically a large collar for a certain foxy individual, and then something from the “Outdoor Tools” section to chase Mikey and Eida around for putting him up to this. Either way you were already here and you had more than your current to-do list on the shopping list: Dog Food, Spinach, Flour, Eggs, Fertilizer, Omnivore Mammal Flintstone Gummies, 55 gallon drum, garden hose, and a cooler, a list from both your ma and pa. Thank the Good Lord ma got a puppy you think. Going down the list trying to link the sections together.

Starting down the main circuit of the store, the sheer size of the walkways is almost absurd, about 8 yards across, and flanked on either side with endless rows of products, it’d make even a swamp gator linebacker seem small. You swear walking between the different sections takes less time than finding what you’re actually looking for and finally, after about an hour, and deciding that using an old fashioned switch would be better than any tool they had here, you find yourself at the checkout in the outdoor garden section. Jenny is clearly wondering how she got here, but all that matters to you is that you now have the collar, leash, and the stuff your folks wanted.