And now the obligatory write-faggotry, as I do for all my worlds.
"Listen rookie, I know you're new here, so listen up, ok? Word on the street is that you're some hotshot farmer's boy from Texasium. Well good for you, cause that don't mean grox shit round here. We do our farming in the domes, like real men. Let me tell you how it works, cause I like you boy, and you won't last three hours round these parts unless someone tells you what's what. This here's Saskatchewion, breadbasket of the sector, despite what they may tell you at home. Yesiree, three hundred thousand square clicks of be~autifull toxic wasteland, and what do we do with it? We farm the shit out of it, thats what. Take one step out of hab-level without protection and you are asking for a full body rad-bath. Take one step outside and your lungs'll jump straight out're your mouth. Now aint that the perfect en-vi-roment to be raising crops?
You bet your ass it aint! That's why we got these here domes covering nearly all of the surface. Let me tell you boy, that atmo may be as thick and hot as an Ork's fart, but damn if that just don't focus all the heat of that there sun straight onto the surface. It's Like an empra-damned mag-glass! It'll fry you crisp on a hot day too, I tell you that much. Them crops what survive though... well, they grow like none you ain't never seen. Now, I admit, we ain't much for law, nor fighting, but we do keep our shit organized, and as long as you go out there and bring in your due, then you got no probs with the higher ups.