The Year of Frozen Iron
The Inevitable Urban
Have you ever left the main part of a city and tried to get into the country, only to have suburbia stretch on and on? That is exactly the feeling that the Inevitable Urban inspires, as once you enter the houses stretch on for infinity in all directions. The thorns here are made of razor sharp picket fences, neatly clipped thornbushes and broken down apartment complexes that seem to stretch for miles and days in each direction. The hobs here are more… civilized than in other parts, but don’t take that to mean that they are safer.