The year is 3020, and the apocalypse has finally arrived.
Everything is ruined. The carnage is vast — so vast that even University Hall, the only Northwestern building to survive the 1871 Chicago Fire, has been reduced to nothing but ash.
Ryan Field withstood some of the wreckage, but the stadium is unrecognizable. The four fabled towers surrounding the stadium have fallen, and cockroaches scurry about the burnt, blackened field. Dumpster fires are everywhere, and not even as a metaphor for something else this time.
The press box, astoundingly, remains upright amidst all the chaos. It was fortified and disaster proofed in the late 2080s, when fears of catastrophe reached a fever pitch.