In a post apocalyptic world, gripped by an unending winter and plagued by insanity, keep your survivors alive against all odds. Scavenge across the frozen wastelands looking for supplies and others to join your cause. But as the temperature plummets and resources run thin, sacrifices will have to be made.
Is the frozen hell around you merely the result of nuclear warfare or are you living through the ancient Norse prophecy of FIMBULWINTER?
My Involvement -
Aside from helping conceptualize core mechanics and game feel. I also wrote up the backstory and lore based on research done on classical Norse myths.