The ever   e x p a n d i n g   ice

90 million and 90,000 years into the future

The unstoppable expanse of Land-no-Land has choked almost the entire antarctic world in ice. Slowly, steadily, it creeps north: ice sheets that once were seasonal now linger, persistent and unrelenting, extending their glacial claws into lands that once thrived with life. But the ice isn't the only thing invading this fragile world.
The Pacific Rim, once an insular haven for dense shrub environments, is gradually transforming in a peninsula suffocated by steppe invaders, like trenchcrawlers, tramplerats, due to sea regression. The snow brumbles, once proud survivors, are now nothing more than dwindling echoes of their former selves. From 35,000 strong, their numbers have plummeted to a mere 10,000, only 30,000 years after the tramplerats arrived and ravaged most of their world. The brumbles' fate seems sealed, another casualty in an ecosystem collapsing under the weight of unstoppable change.
On the Antarctic continent, the Greenrock bioregion, once a symbol of resilience, has now been all but swallowed by the ice. The hard tundra stottmouse, a stottmouse subpecies so well adapted to Greenrock, is now biologically extinct, surviving only as fragments of DNA in their two sister subspecies. But how long will the remaining stottmice last, as the ice continues to expand, swallowing all in its path? Their future is as bleak as the frozen wastelands they inhabit.
The only species that are able to still thrive in this desolation are ottofoxes and banchisaraptors, creatures born of ice and sea, the last vertebrate animals standing against the frosty death of the eternal winter. 

The end is near. The end of Antarctica. The end of a continent once teeming with life. But is it truly the end?
Or is it something else entirely? Over the expanding ice, something is moving. Something is marching, something white and cold as the ice, lurking in the distance. What is coming next? The white nullity, or something even more unimaginable, clawing its way over this frozen hell?

The end is near...

...but the end of what?

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