You're on the deck of a steamboat in The Gaffe Ocean. The wreck of a cruise ship creaks nearby and thick blobs of periwinkle slime are scattered about.
You're outside a mechanic in Governments Midtown. The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and ruined concrete bricks poke out through the ground.
You're outside a gas station in Market of Waves. Heavy snow falls with an irregular burst of wind and loosely scattered newspapers are floating around.