The frost never ended, and the settlement you inherited has become a metropolis. Now it has factions, and each of them has a different idea about what the city is for.

Districts, not buildings

You draw whole industrial, residential and research quarters rather than placing single structures. The city becomes one enormous, resource-hungry machine that has to keep itself fed.

The Council is the game

Laws are debated and voted on, not decreed. Building support, trading favours and knowing when to force something through is how anything gets done.

Unrest kills faster than cold

Every decision leaves a faction unhappy, and unhappy factions do not simply grumble. Keeping the city standing means managing people who no longer agree on anything.