Frostpunk, Everywhere
The city in snow-soaked strategy game Frostpunk is surrounded by winter the way a hamper is covered in wrinkled fresh laundry. The game’s air always looks heavy, frosty, and rooftops are caked in bulk snow. But you can never enjoy it; it menaces you. If you perform poorly, the inhospitable cold will kill the last city on Earth.
Poem: “Winter kept us warm, covering / Earth in forgetful snow, feeding / A little life with dried tubers.” – The Waste Land, T.S. Eliot
