Steampunk portrait of a future past
Ironopolis City. A hellish steampunk city covering the North of England from coast to coast.
Ironopolis City. Powered by steam and electricity, and connected by The Transporter. This city is built on coal, iron, steel, and all manner of manufactured goods and trade…
This city never sleeps, and sucks into its streets all the world’s peoples; belching forth its wares from smoke-stacked factories, to be delivered by airships, tramp-steamers, and starships to foreign climes.
A city where men and women seek their fortune amid the crime-ridden streets and the corruption of the mansions… amid the squalor of the gin-palaces and the polite society of the opera.
A city where Members of the Commonwealth Parliament debate in a dozen languages and across continents via TeleCommunicators, passing laws that affect a third of the world’s people.
The next stop will be Ironopolis City.
Please have your travel permits ready for inspection by the Department of Technology, Aether and the Paranormal as you exit the Pneumatic Train Terminals from London.