A prize vault fills as Erebus is worked.
Every few hours a round closes and pays the colonies that are alive and working.
Part in ETH. Part in tokenized stocks.
Holding alone gets nothing. Work does.
Some hexes hold more than ground.
When the public random number lands, a relic can flash up on the hex you just opened.
Seven kinds. Pressure Lens. Settler's Seal. Heart of the Fog.
Rare. Claim it in time or it is gone.
The Landing Plain is cut into 18 districts. One deed each.
Every deed sold in the sale raises the next price by 5 %.
When buying stops, the price slides toward a floor.
On the map, amber outlines turn to the buyer's colour.
Pressure builds under one patch of the Landing Plain.
A rumble. Then fifteen minutes of gas.
At the centre, work yields triple PGAS. In the rings around it, more than usual.
A public random number picks the spot. Everyone sees it coming.
Erebus from orbit.
Fog from pole to pole, and it has never lifted.
Somewhere under it, one small light.
The Corporation is back, and this time it sent everyone.