Earth Clone 1940s
The sun rises, and the day begins, but life in this city has never stopped moving. It's a twenty four hour kind of town, and anybody can find anything that they need at any time. Time moves differently here, as if it doesn't have a care in the world. Though the hours and minutes themselves tick along just as they always have, everything seems to be outside of it. Untouched by it.
There's a rich sense of history in everything. The buildings are strong and well made. The cars sleek and fast. Despite the occasional stray paper floating on the wind, the city is clean. The air is fresh, the water sparkles.
The diner, Cup and Saucer, has a few fresh faces ready to serve and none of them bat an eye when an entire group of people pops out of thin air and fills the previously empty tables and booths. The waitresses simply descend on the tables with menus in hand, ready to offer service to these new customers.
Whether it’s the quality of light on the planet or something else, everything is in black and white and shades of gray. The people in this world have never seen colors and don’t know that anything is missing.
Beneath the seemingly innocent exterior of the city and the polite society in place, there is a seedy underbelly. There’s a gang that runs most of the street crime and there are bodies that keep popping up, in spite of best efforts to quietly handle such cases. There’s quite a lot of work to be had for the one private investigator in the city. In fact, more than his caseload could possibly handle. Perhaps there’s room for another game in town.