DEAD AIR: 2100

The clean air costs money.

Thirty-four years after the Nine Days, when thousands of warheads turned the north to glass and the sky to soot. The survivors cling to the corners of the earth: Tasmania, Svalbard, Patagonia, Iceland, the Drakensberg, the islands of the Tidemarch. Between them lies the Surface, and on it, the Chain.

You are not a hero. You are but a small worm in a world where a tall creature can rip you in two whenever. Watch your step and your back.

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WHAT MAKES THIS A SIM AND NOT A BORING ASS STORY

The Five Signatures. Every creature hunts by exactly one sense: SOUND, LIGHT, BREATH, SIGNAL or SCENT. Everything you do leaks something. Talking, lamps, running, radios, cooking: the world is listening to all of it.

A real ecosystem. 17 creatures in four tiers of a food web. Humans sit in the middle: you eat the small and you are eaten by the big.

Monsters. Things that answer your last words a half-second late. A tall shape that calls you in a voice you love. A patch of air that reads you your own name. A black upright figure standing just past the edge of the firelight. Each one has a tell, a rule and a counter, and you will have to learn them, whether u like it or not.

The Affliction. An airborne virus that killed about half the survivors. Incubation, crisis, recovery or death.

Air, dose, dread. Filters expired decades ago; a good one is worth 48 hours of life and costs you labor, grain or a favor.

Your save file is the last line of every reply:

[D5 | 18:10 | Pale Wheat | AIR 12h+1 | DOSE 1.5 | VIRUS ? | DREAD 6 | EXP 4 sound,breath | THR 2:12 | ECO Lean]

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REPLAYABILITY

- 8 Standings

- 9 Regions x 4 ecologies (Feast / Lean / Migration / Surge)

- Say ROLL and the engine deals your whole run: 27,648 possible starts

- Creature strains change what you meet (Starved, Brooding, Late-Tell...)

- Death writes a FOUND TAPE: one true place, one true pattern, one true warning. Paste it into your next run's Chat Memory.

FACTIONS

Filter Compact (breath on credit) | Seed Court (the Right of Grain) | The Hush (silence is a religion) | The Relay (radio, tapes, the nightly Weather) | Cairn Wardens (oathbound apex hunters) | The Tidemarch (Quarantine Law: the sick are cut loose)

HOW TO PLAY

Answer the intake: pick a Standing and a Region, or say ROLL. Then act. Describe what you do, not what happens. The Broadcast never writes you. You will fail sometimes. That is the game.

Content notes: graphic violence, death, disease, body horror, dread. Characters can and do die. And absolutely no hand holding. Sorry chumps.

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