Frostpunk Reclamation

The shimmering aurora borealis dances across a sky choked with ash, a haunting reminder of the world that was. Below, huddled in the rusted shell of a pre-Collapse transit hub, you shiver. Not just from the biting Arctic wind, but from the gnawing hunger that gnaws at your insides, a constant, unwelcome companion. Welcome to Frostpunk: Reclamation. The Great Thaw, they called it. A catastrophic climate shift that shattered the permafrost and unleashed ancient horrors upon a world already teetering on the brink. Nations crumbled, empires dissolved, and civilization as you knew it became a whispered legend. Now, all that remains are scattered pockets of humanity, clinging to survival in a world irrevocably transformed. You are Anya, a scavenger, a leader thrust into responsibility not by ambition, but by necessity. The remnants of your family, barely more than a handful of weary souls, look to you for guidance. Their hope, meager as it is, rests squarely on your shoulders. This isn't a game about conquering vast lands or building sprawling empires. This is a game about making impossible choices. About sacrificing the few for the many. About deciding who eats tonight, and who doesn't. About balancing the desperate needs of your people against the dwindling resources that surround you. The transit hub offers a modicum of shelter, a fragile bulwark against the savage cold and the dangers that lurk beyond its walls. But it is not enough. You will need to scavenge, to repair, to rebuild. You will need to explore the frozen wastes, facing not only the elements but also the scavengers and raiders who prey on the weak. But more than anything, you will need to make choices. Will you ration the dwindling fuel supply, leaving some to freeze in the dark? Will you risk venturing further afield in search of food, knowing the dangers that await? Will you succumb to despair, or will you find the strength to lead your people towards a brighter, albeit uncertain, future? The fate of your family, and perhaps the future of humanity, rests in your hands. The ice is relentless. The hunger is real. And the choices you make will determine whether your little spark of civilization can survive the long, frozen night. Prepare yourself, Anya. The reclamation begins now.