The frozen world of Permafrost is not empty. It is divided by people who found different answers to the same question: how do you survive when the world is gone?
Across the ruins of Metropolis and beyond, several factions have emerged. Some are small and pragmatic, others organized and ambitious. A few are driven by faith twisted into violence.
You will meet groups that value cooperation over hierarchy, choosing trust and close bonds instead of banners. Others rely on discipline, training, and old-world structures, believing order is the only way to endure the cold. There are those who see technology as humanity’s last chance, and those who survive by speed, endurance, and pushing their bodies beyond normal limits.
Not every faction wants to coexist. One believes the catastrophe was a message, and that pain is part of the answer. Their presence is felt long before they are seen.
These factions are not just background lore. They shape the world, influence locations, and define how safe or dangerous a journey can become. Some may help you. Some may trade. Some will watch from a distance. And some will hunt.
This is the social landscape of Permafrost. Cold, fractured, and unpredictable.
