Welcome to the world at the end of the world. The skies are shrouded with burning, oily smoke, the Earth groans under a poisoned corpse, and the only way out may be deeper into the belly of the beast. This is a world about a flavor and a feel as much as it is about extrapolation. That said, this world has something of an edge to it - it's a world nearly killed by the death of wonder, although far from all the wonders are dead. Put the "grim" back in "grime" and see the world outside the smeared Perspex windscreen.
See it smolder. See if you can save it.