Overexposure to Gamma Ray Bursts (GRBs) is the main hazard for the Outposters eking out an existence in the Magnetosphere-depleted flats of the Loresraat's Salty Desert.
Quasimodo would be considered quite the comely suitor given the Grade Ζ΅ offerings regularly belched forth from turbid waters of the Watchpocalypse's mutant-prone gene pool.
Slimes, Oozes, Puddings, Blobs, Molds, Jellies and even dreaded Gelatinous Cubes engulf and absorb many an unwary pilgrim lost in the lightless crypts, tunnels, chutes and sluices far 'neath the Watch's overworld.
Underworlders β or "Undies", as they're derisively known by some in the higher castes β ceaselessly gnaw the dark byways mazing the Watch's depths, when they're not busy doing the laundry of their betters.
Wagyu Beef is no longer a thing in the Watchpocalypse. Spam β in a strange, sentient, anthropomorphized form β survived The Fall, though. Go figure.
Xtro the Alien is an esteemed Watchpocalypic City Father β a staid & stable chap when juxtaposed against the colorful characters most typifying the citizenry of the Populous Zones.
Yog-Sothoth's cult β ubiquitous in the Eastern Prefectures β is a vibrant and welcoming, if borderline psychotic, scene. And the post-worship potluck's ratwiches, served cut at impossible angles, are the toast of the region's gourmands.
Ancient Astronauts built the Pyramids as a gift to their panspermiac progeny. But even their farsighted wisdom could not foresee the hobbled and malformed Watchpocalyptic inheritors of their patrimony.
Battlestars may've landed new waves of Colonial Warriors, but their Colonial Turbines (i.e. cycles) found more use in their early, CHiPs-era missions than they did cruising the dust-choked skies and rubbly highways of End-Times Earth.
Crocodilian evolutes β such as the recently spawned Maw-men β have come perilously close in some districts to toppling both Man and Mutant from their perch as apex predator.
Dig Dug is one of the few electronic amusements β or "e-musements" in the local pidgins β to survive both the Fall and repeated censorship attempts by the Bureau of Mental Hygene.
GIgantism β in addition to all of its sundry, attendant health maladies β poses a continual threat to the cities' already-crumbling infrastructure.
Hooliganism β once backwardly considered the bane of aspiring peoples β has become a cause du jour celebrated by the Wasted Watch's most socially-responsible gatekeepers. The new, thuggish, powder-blue M&M being a case-in-point.