The year is 2071. After decades of flags, footprints and abandoned landers, humanity is finally staying. You are the Colony Director of the first permanent settlement on Mars — four brave souls, one landing capsule, and a planet that wants you dead. The air is unbreathable, the nights fall to −60°C, the dust storms last for weeks, and the nearest hardware shop is fifty million kilometres away. Your mission is nothing less than GEOPLASIA — from the Greek (earth) and (to mould): the shaping of a whole world. Melt the polar ice. Thicken the atmosphere. Seed the first hardy lichens. Warm the planet degree by stubborn degree, until the day a colonist can step outside, take off their helmet, and breathe. Millions watch from Earth. Your sponsor watches the budget. And the planet? The planet is patient. It has been dead for four billion years and it is in no hurry to live.
Keep your crew alive. Build. Research. Terraform. 
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