If you live within two kilometers of a Redline zone (which, in 2066, is most of the urban poor), you need to know the signs of impending warfare.

Concept Paper
Version 1.0 – For internal review / pitch

The year is 2066. The great climate collapses have reshaped the geography, and the megacities have condensed into fortresses. Between these fortresses lie the "Red Zones"—lawless stretches of cracked asphalt and irradiated wasteland.

The aesthetic is pure perfection. Developers have nailed the "Tech-Dirt" vibe. We aren't driving shiny hover-cars; we’re driving scavenged muscle cars reinforced with scrap metal, mounted with railguns, and painted in the violent colors of rival factions. The visual contrast of wet asphalt reflecting bright neon kanji while your tires kick up radioactive dust is breathtaking.