Halshok

The once great city of New York, buildings
trashed now barely peek above the desert that
has swept in to consume the land. The
inhabitants take refuge amongst the buildings
in a thin viel of luxary. Just on the edge of
their desert to the northwest lies marshland, stretching across the north on the edge of the
city and thinly to the west, the sea pressing in from the east. The CN
tower leans precariously towards the sea on
the edge of the city, and houses the factions
council.