No one answering? Ah, well. Another question for those kind enough to help with DFHack debugging, does your game crash upon abandonment/retirement?
The city was like many of its kind, a massive amalgamation of urban infrastructure and great, expansive industrial factories. It was like so many others, sprouting up upon the great back of the beast of advancement, of globalisation and entrepreneurship that followed the advent of the Age of Industry. What was once beautiful country side, of green fields and clear, blue skies, one of the many that were once dotted, no spread, across the fair nation, where what was once a small hamlet, tilling the soil and farming the land, there is now the behemoth of shadows, a jagged silhouette against the night sky, spewing black smoke into the air, blocking out the sky.
Then, war came. The resources upon which this great advancement had once piggybacked upon had run dry, and so the world had erupted into conflict, a jealous reaping of dwindling space and natural resources. Yet, the city did not falter. It became stronger than ever, churning out the machinations of war that the country so desperately needed. And so the city grew.
The war deepened, and the six Ministries were started. The Ministries of Peace, Science, Technology, Morale, Image and the Nameless One. They brought upon a new era of progress, of new technologies, of powers to kill, and to protect. Still, the city did not change. It grew stronger, each Ministry opening its own Hub in this place, bringing forth great leaps and bounds in the frontiers and science and technology.
Some say, the portal to Hell is opened with the incantation of good intentions. As much as these Ministries helped, the world erupted into chaos, hellfire raining down from the skies, burning lands sinking beneath burning oceans as the world purged...cleansed itself in the fiery forges of nuclear annihilation. And still, the city stood.
The apocalypse had passed, the world once again plunged into eerie quiet, cold and still. Time passed, people emerged from their places of shelter, beginning to piece back what remained of their shattered lives. And still, the city stood.
Time passed, the city was claimed. People moved back in, claiming what visages of technology they could find among the shattered ruins of the apocalypse. Battles were fought, wars erupted, as gangs began to fight over control, over the power of this spectre of the past. People change, but War? War never changes.
Yet more time passed, and an individual came, bearing the red mark of the machine. He was charismatic, casting away his own destiny for the greater good. Gangs were cowed, raiders corralled, slaves enslaved, as he brought the factions together under the image of a better world, fell monsters of horrible experiments before the End by his side. The red forges of the city began to glow again.
Then came the day of Sunshine and Rainbows, where the world was given a new leaf, a chance to do better and refrain from the wrongs of the past. The Individual was defeated, his armies scattered and routed, the slaves freed. People came together once more, forging the annals of history anew again. The forges of the city glowed on.
This is the City of Steel and Industry.