Toxic plastic trash Souls with random fires everywhere, dead trees and smogged out skies that occasionally reveal a sun that burns your flesh. Occasionally, a distant plane will fall, burning out of the sky, leading to loot. Toppled skyscrapers are in the distance here and there with some of it going into the mud due to nature’s overall death. Litter the place with a few toxic rivers full of garbage, with burning smokestacks in the distance among thousands of miles of shack-houses.