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One Piece: New Horizons!

Lilliana Merrycure & Bonesword

^{A Family Outing~}

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Having taken been somewhat busy on their way to the docks of Clocktown, Lilliana had managed to reconstruct her grappling hook, look after the various injuries of their crew--including the poor Kite, their newest member--and last, but not least, taking a nap. It was a good nap.
Rising as they made port, Lilliana stretched and then made her way up onto the deck where she gawked at the crazy clockwork Clocktown. It was faaaantastic, bringing a big ole grin to her lips. Glancing around in the interest of finding Bonesword, Lilliana decided that she’d be accompanying their first mate into town. It just wouldn’t do to leave him unsupervised.

Bonesword, after handing some money off to the various crew members so they could go and have some fun on their lonesomes, walked over to his mother and looked up at her through a covered face and body. He couldn’t give away what he looked like in towns or many people would panic, so he decided long ago that he’d wear more covering attire when he went into towns. Namely a large scarf around his face.

“Do you think Slick’s going to burn down a building this time?” the first mate asked the doctor, semi-jokingly.

Looking down at her sweet adopted baby boy, she smiled and patted him on the head. “Not if I have anything to say about it. Which I do,” she winked at him and then reached over her shoulder. B-MO responded by handing her...a piece of itself? It was a small glob of what appeared to be a liquid metal substance. She crouched down and gave Bonesword a conspiratorial grin.

“I’m gonna put this on Slick and tell him not to burn anything down. If he does this lil B-MO will make his life a liiittle bit harder. One sec,” she finished off, standing up and waltzing over to Slick. Deftly, she slipped the tiny metal blob--which was surprisingly light--into either a pocket or a bag that Slick was clearly going to bring. She then started walking away, calling back to him.

“Slick, make sure you be good. I better not hear about you stealing from someone in town or setting something on fire!” There was a chastising tone in her voice that also revealed a warning. That done she returned to Bonesword before glancing out at the docks and then the town once more. “Want to head to the library? They might have some information on new plants for you...and I’m curious if they have anything science related here.” She met his gaze.

”I think they will, mom. It is a library after all.” Bonesword responded.

”I hope you’re right, anyway. It’s been a while since I added to my notebook.” Bonesword pulled out the Botanical Chronicle and flipped to the last filled page of the notebook and finished sketching in the plant that he remembered was on the page as the two walked.

Keeping an eye out, as well as part of her attention on Bonesword, she guided him towards the library after getting some directions herself. They’d arrive soon and hopefully they’d find what they were looking for without trouble!

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

Amon is accepted.

This Right Here? : Say Anything!

Mendax

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Name: Mendax. Weren't you listening?
Alias/Nicknames: Listen, young man/woman/child/other, you will call me by my name or not at all. Please call me...it gets lonely in my room sometimes. It gets lonely in Purgeryatory.

Gender: Old Man.
Age: Old.........Man?
Appearance: Mendax is, in his ever-present helm, about 7 feet tall. He weighs more than your standard SUV and has an unknown build. Lean? Frail? Skinny? Pale? Probably not hefty though, since his garb would show that much. From within his helm one can occasionally glimpse a pair of glowing white eyes. The same white as this text....

Abilities, Belongings and Skills: Mendax is, by his own admission, both incredibly powerful and ridiculously weak. He is physically frail to the point of absurdity, but has never been witnessed receiving any form of harm. He is, apparently, equal parts omnipresent and omniscient. He can either be in any number of places at the same time--or everywhere at once--or merely view reality from some remote location, which a layman might know as "The Room," an expert as "Purgeryatory," and a genius as "fucking-bullshit-land."

"The Room," is a place outside of time and space, that has its own temporal and spatial rules. Its exact nature is unknown, but Mendax is a prisoner of this realm despite his ability to seemingly leave whenever he wants. Trust me, it makes sense in context (maybe). For Mendax, and in the presence of Mendax, "The Room," takes on the below appearance:

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Though there is typically the addition of a desk and a comfy, but roughed up lazyman chair. Oh yeah and the fireplace is always lit AF.

Beyond this Mendax's possessions are largely unknown...except for his ubiquitous armor. Mendax's armor is INCREDIBLY magical in nature. In fact, it's so magical that it keeps him alive and totally invincible so long as the armor is never taken off completely. When partially taken off, Mendax can be harmed--allegedly--but will regenerate from any and all damage. Anyways, that's hardly important.

The most important thing to note is that Mendax is an old man, he's always around, he might be a little senile--and/or fucked in the head--and is all around a pretty odd individual. Oh yeah and no one has ever seen his face.

Other information: Mendax is a rather strange fellow. No one knows a whole lot about him, except that people can either always recall him being around, while simultaneously not really being aware of him in the present moment. It's almost like he retroactively inserts his existence into people's lives. Pretty weird right? Haha...hahaha _{^{god I'm so lonely}}

This Right Here? : Say Anything!

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⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

ℳℵaecilia ℛea' ℰlh ℳoncere. . . . . . . . . . . . .

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴄ ʀ ᴇ s ᴄ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ s ᴛ ᴀ ʀ

^{"Cover your eyes, as I have, if you like. It will serve no purpose in the face of Her Glory."
Theme I ♦ Theme II}

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^{M N A E C I L I A R E A ' E L H M O N C E R E
mm-nay-sill-ea ray-ah el moan-sare}
Three-hundred-twenty-eight.♦ Female. ♦ Prae. ♦ Proxy.

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Standing at 5'7 and weighing in at 128 lbs, she is a rather lithe prae, typically wearing a ceremonial eye covering that shields her startling white eyes from others, and the world from her gaze. Her form could be considered healthy with an above average figure for a prae woman. She moves with a regal grace becoming of one with her station. Despite her gaze being obscured, many a prae have faltered at her presence and withered beneath her scrutiny.

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Personality

Will update. Unsure of how to explain it currently.

Notable Traits:

• Confident.
• Believes in TRUTH.
• Adores the God-Queen and holds her to be above all else (in importance. God-Queen is top priority always).
• Intelligent.
• Observant.
• Serious.
• Dislikes having her time wasted as she sees it as an affront to her cause.
• Fair and Just, but unyielding once she makes a decision proper.

History

Revealed ICly.

Relations

Aevyrion vec Lyvaeris: Twin sister.
Maerysir lye Lyvaeris: Younger sister.
Lillith Lyvaeris: Youngest sister.

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Belongings

Communicator: Something of an implant, Mnaecilia has a high tech trans-planar communicator made with prae technology. The ‘item’ is not visible due to being subtly worked into her body and protected by a variety of methods--primarily through shielding and the enchanted durability of the materials it is composed from.

Heirloom: Something of a signet ring that she was given by her mother, this family heirloom is a reminder of her relatives even though she seldom sees them. The item is incredibly durable--clearly enchanted--and she continues the long standing tradition of repeatedly imbuing it with vis so that even when their family is gone...the ring will still remain.

She wears the ring on her left index finger.

Equipment

Ritual Cloth: A single length of opaque black cloth that remains wrapped around her arms. This cloth is engraved with what appear to be faint runes, which do not glow and are only visible at a closer inspection. This cloth seals her vis, stabilizing it within her form so as to keep her Manifest under control. Further, the cloth serves to conceal the appearance of her markings and to somewhat suppress her awareness of vis. The material is much more durable than it appear as it is enchanted by a constant flow of vis from Mnaecilia herself. She is fully capable of using them to block most mundane weaponry and, with further augmentation and a fair deal of skill she may even use it to dampen or block some vis-based assaults. Wrapping the cloth around someone else will have the same effects as it does on her, but they will appear to affect others more than they do her.

Ceremonial Veil: Always draped over her eyes and forehead where it remains despite outside interference, Mnaecilia's veil has two purposes. The first is to dampen her ability to perceive and affect vis, while the second is to seal off her eyes excepting in extreme circumstances. As such, the veil is seemingly impossible to remove or destroy, both protecting and restricting access to her eyes at all times.

Prism: A refractive crystal typically used by Mirage prae to seal beings within; Mnaecilia's Prism is instead utilized to store vis in addition to containing Crescendo, on occasion.

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Mental Skills

Prae Telepathy: As common an ability as it is among her kind, it is one that is seldom mastered. Like many magical and psychic talents, the art of Telepathy is a complex one, though it is defined by a small number of relatively simple concepts. One might boil Telepathy down to the art of communicating mind-to-mind without physical medium in order to transmit emotions, sensory impressions, and the abstract idea. While human telepathy and even licentia telepathy tend to have abject limitations based on the physiology and psychology of both the sender and receiver, prae telepathy takes things a step further. Most notable perhaps is their ability to treat thought, emotion, and sensation like a computer would files, allowing them to codify, encrypt, decrypt, zip, and unpack information and send it through not just their own vis, but ambient vis as well. While doing this with human or licentia telepathy typically results in information loss or corruption, doing so via the prae method does not due to the way the information is passed on; though communication between realms is still nigh impossible without a medium more stable than ambient vis.

Of course, despite its superiority above the telepathy of other races, Mnaecilia’s unique connection with the God-Queen has barred her from certain uses of her incredibly powerful talent. So it is that as long as she wears the Ceremonial Veil and Ritual Cloth she cannot use her telepathy to assault the mind of another being regardless of race or strength. Despite this weakness, mental barriers serve little to no purpose against her, allowing her to transmit thoughts, impressions, emotions, and sensations over a vast distance with minimal effort.

While Prae Telepathy can certainly be used to lull another being into believing that transmitted thoughts, emotions, impressions, or sensations are their own, Mnaecilia’s is not unless she enters her Manifest. As such, so long as she does not do the aforementioned all transmitted information is undeniably distinct from the mind of the receiver and its contents, allowing them to immediately recognize the presence of a foreign psyche.

Analytical and Emotional Intelligence: As one might expect from a spiritual leader among her people, Mnaecilia has an incredible capacity for understanding both the mindstate of others as well as the world around her to an exacting degree. She is able to--even without her telepathy and empathy--discern the general emotional state of people in her direct vicinity provided that she can hear, smell, and/or touch them. If she utilizes her vision as well, this perception gains an even more potent clarity as her gaze pierces the veil of deception and trickery to unearth the truth of the world around her. Similarly she is quick witted, observant, and beholden to the truth making her difficult to fool even on the worst of days. Yet, perhaps because of her nature she is less likely to have sympathy for those who lie to her and so a small untruth can lead to a rather significant consequence. In short: Woe shall fall upon those who dare deceive this proxy, for through her they deceive the God-Queen herself.

Physical Skills

Martial Training: As a proxy, Mnaecilia must be prepared for the possibility of violence in the pursuit for the truth and the continued prosperity of their illustrious race. As such she was trained in the martial skills and while not what one would call a true warrior, she is no slouch in combat. Capable of handling a number of weapons as well as conducting herself without them, Mnaecilia has gone through extensive training regimes to make sure that she is in shape and ready for whatever the world throws at her in her services to the Will of the God-Queen. As a result she has considerable stamina, enough physical resilience to take a couple of armed hits with little to no damage, and of course sufficient physical strength and speed to allow her to match most combatants that don’t completely outclass her. One would consider her martial skills smack dab in the middle between “Novice,” and “Master.”

Magical Skills

Domineering Presence: A result of her Divine Connection, her bearing and her mastery of the art of Telepathy, Mnaecilia’s presence acts much like a physical force as she strides through the world with confidence and purpose. For a prae, standing in her presence is both exhilarating and terrifying for to do so is to be as spiritually close to the God-Queen as most will ever get. This effect can cover a radius anywhere between 10 and 85 meters, though its usual range gravitates towards the lower end of the spectrum. This ‘aura’ fades in strength only once outside of the aforementioned radius, though it does so more drastically if it is stretched over a greater distance to begin with. As a result, her presence and imminent arrival can typically be detected several minutes before one ever sees her, lending a sense of imminent jubilation or doom depending on the relative innocence of those affected.

It should be noted that Mnaecilia is entirely in control of her Presence at all times; allowing her to extend its breadth over a 20 meter radius when under the effects of her limiting garments. It is only when these garments are removed and her Manifest unleashed that it may expand past this point. Furthermore, due to her control over this Presence, the proxy may focus it more intensely on someone if she chooses to, essentially mimicking the effects of a piercing--and all seeing--gaze at will. Perhaps most frightening is the fact that she can do this to up to 8 people at a time though the effects on them will vary depending on their mental resilience and race.

*Prae are more susceptible to this ability than the other races due to the influence of the God-Queen.

Divine Connection: A connection that all proxy are afforded once they have gone through their initiation; the Divine Connection is one established via ritual between the God-Queen and a Proxy. This link, once established, allows the God-Queen’s Will in its purest form, as an impression, be passed onto any--and all--proxies. This lets them act in accordance to her wishes even without any direct input from her. Additionally, this link allows proxies one other boon, that being one of temporary infusion for the in their times of need, a proxy may draw vis from the God-Queen, bolstering all of their abilities drastically. The extent to which their abilities can be bolstered depends on their capacity, which is improved via rigorous training and regular rituals to strengthen their bond to their eminent Queen. It should be noted that a proxy’s rank is decided by three factors, which are as follows:

The clarity, accuracy, and frequency of their interpretation of the God-Queen’s Will; the depth of their intelligence, devotion, and spiritual wisdom; and of course their capacity to receive and weather the power of the God-Queen in times of need both great and small.

Imbuement: An inherent ability among prae, Imbuement allows a prae to impart their vis not just to individuals upon their death, but into objects or people to influence them magically. While this ability has many uses, its two most common applications being telekinesis and enchantment. To initiate this ability a prae must either establish direct contact with their desired target or transfer their vis from an already imbued object/entity into their new ‘target(s).’ Once this first step is accomplished a prae may manipulate the imbued object in a wide variety of ways. In the case of telekinesis, a prae imbues an object or substance with their vis and then ‘binds’ the vis to the structure of the material, allowing them to move it according to their will. Enchantment on the other hand is typically more complex and, as it turns out, is Mnaecilia’s specialty.

While Imbuement-Telekinesis merely binds an object or entity’s structure with the user’s vis and then moves it, Imbued-Enchantment is the act of altering the inherent structure and properties of a given object, substance, or material in some way. While those unskilled in Imbued-Enchantment might only be capable of bolstering the base properties of their chosen article, someone with greater mastery of the art can do incredible things; often resulting in the properties of the final product being wildly more exotic than before.

A chief example of this departure into the exotic is Mnaecilia’s primary weapon: Crescendo, which takes Priscan air and vis to create an object that not only exerts its own force, but also acts more like a solid object than a gas. Due to the incredible amounts of vis packed into Crescendo it doesn’t exert physical force normally. Instead the Vae Maoris may output almost any amount of kinetic energy on impact--or in close proximity--to itself so long as it possesses vis to fuel the process. As such, even passing contact with Crescendo can result in a disproportionate amount of structural damage.

*Vae Maoris: A term utilized by prae to describe enchanted objects created via imbuement. The term is roughly equivalent for the human/licentia term “Artifact,” which is used to describe incredibly powerful enchanted items. However, unlike Artifacts, Vae Maoris include substances that have been sufficiently altered by Imbuement.

Crescendo: Depicted in her appearance, Crescendo is a unique one-of-a-kind construct composed of approximately one ton worth of Priscan air infused with enough vis to blow clear through a twenty foot thick wall of steel. By compacting this vis-infused Priscan gas into a crescent-shaped construct bound to her will, Mnaecilia has managed to create an object with incredible--if unconventional--durability, cutting power and utility. As almost any object infused with a prae’s vis, Crescendo can be moved telekinetically within a certain range of the proxy, allowing her to use it as both a defensive and offensive tool as she wishes. By exerting the incredible forces contained within the construct she may cleave through most materials and magics with varying amounts of effort depending on their durability.

Conversely, she may exert these forces inwards or outwards on a flat plane perpendicular to the edge of the bladed crescent, effectively allowing her to create a powerful force either that can be used for a variety of purposes. With focus, this force can be applied inwards in a more particular fashion, allowing Mnaecilia to ‘anchor’ Crescendo to herself, an individual, or an object with significantly less vis--provided it is not being actively infused by a wielder. Once ‘anchored,’ Mnaecilia may move herself, the individual, or object(s) in question as if she brought them telekinetically under her sway, but only so long as Crescendo remains anchored. This allows her to amplify her own speed, resilience, as well as allowing her flight even outside of her Manifest.

Manifest: Ascendant Nova

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Discarding her restrictive garments, Mnaecilia may unveil her Manifest, the removal of her scarf and veil resulting in a tremendous eruption of force as her vis pushes against the limits of her ostium. So fierce is this shockwave that it sunders even Crescendo, scattering the construct over a wide area. Her eyes and skin begin to glow with mottled blue light, revealing her once unseen markings. Thin formations of metal overlay her skin, her markings connecting them as they reveal themselves. Those upon her back spread into the air as her vis suffuses them and gives them physical form, causing air to condense as her vis wrests control of it from nature itself, condensing it rapidly.

A shortness of breath briefly results before winds gradually escalate in intensity, ever flowing inwards towards the proxy. Light takes on a bluish hue as her vis saturates it, metal fragments forming as if from thin air to create the outline of wings at her back. The metallic substance continues to form around her throughout the duration of her Manifest.

While her Manifest is active, Mnaecilia becomes capable of infusing objects, materials, and substances with her vis merely via proximity. The state amplifies the range of her Presence, the potency and application of her Telepathy, but most of all it brings to bear the terrifying power of her Imbuement. So long as she is in this state she can freely enchant and manipulate ‘objects’ infused with her vis, endowing numerous qualities to them in the process. However, unlike a normal prae whose Manifest can only be active for a limited amount of time, Mnaecilia’s tremendous stores of vis coupled with her connection to the God-Queen mean that she is feasibly capable of maintaining her Manifest indefinitely. Of course, this has its downsides, as it has always, with the most serious one being that without the God-Queen’s vis her Manifest will remain active until her vis is completely depleted, which will kill her. This reveals the true purpose of the Ceremonial Veil and Ritual Cloth, which act as limiters for her mutated Ostium and tremendous stores of vis. Without those two items--particularly the Ritual cloth--Mnaecilia’s Manifest would inadvertently kill or drive her into a coma. Such is the price for so great a power.

*With the boon of the God-Queen’s Divine Connection, Mnaecilia will not die from her Manifest, but may be struck unconscious when her own vis runs out, leaving the God-Queen to trickle in enough vis to keep her alive, if unconscious.

This Right Here? : Say Anything!

Or the personification of the color three.

This Right Here? : Say Anything!

Welcome both of you :)

I am pleasantly surprised to see interest. On a certain level you're right, the posting standards are low to non-existent, but here's the thing. Arkmageddoncat and I have done things like this before and the length of a given post varies so much that casual makes more sense. We've seen everything from the occasional one-liner (more rare than you'd think) to huge posts that one would expect to find in Advanced. So we decided to put it here since Casual is one of the most broad sections when it comes to the amount of content you see in a given post. Additionally, we put it here because there is a weird level of depth and development that can--and likely will--occur, not to mention the fact that Casual has the largest chance of garnering interest I'd say.

I shall put some "Guidelines," in either the opening post or the post right after it sometime soon. They're not strictly necessary to be honest, but there are a few things that it might be good to make clear.

As a note guys, there is already an IC opening post up, it's just designated as the zeroth post so it doesn't show up as "one post," in the IC tab. Since this RP is very much a "Jump-in," type, feel free to just get right into that IC thread and go wild. If you want to make a character sheet that's fine too, you can put as much or as little as you'd like into it. You may also write "lore entries," which can be anything to a pantheon of gods, to an organization, a race, a country, a settlement, a particular magic/scientific system or "law" of this universe and everything inbetween or outside of that.

The core focus here is "Have fun, be ridiculous," I'd say. So yeah, do that :)

This Right Here? : Say Anything!

“To whom it may concern, an old man once stole my campfire.

“I am that old man. They call me Mendax and this is my story. By which I mean, it’s the story that I’m telling to you. It’s not really about me….”

It never is….

“Anyways…. Before we really get into things, I’d like to tell you about a city in the old world that a friend of mine named Gaugurus liked to call... Scrunch Town. It wasn’t called that, but who cares, it’s a better name than the founder gave it!”

The old man, Mendax, clears his throat and scratches his left eyebrow. The warm ambiance of the fireplace crackling in the background. The bricks that surrounded the fire, enclosed it, staring intently at the old Mendax as he stood there in silence, his faintly glowing eyes gazing at you from within his strange helm.

“Oh sorry, I dozed off for a second. Legiterallly. Anyways, what was I sayi--OH right Sccmunch Town. There are a few things you need to know about Sccmunch Town. The first one is that it has this great tavern that serves just the most delectable grilled, butttered eel. Trust me, you won’t regret visiting it. Number Two on the list of things that you ought to know about Sccmunnch Town is that, well, it’s a pretty quiet place. Except on Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. All those days are usually pretty active and occasionally pretty noisy depending on your definition. The third thing you really ought to keep in mind about Sckuckmurgle Town is that it’s juuust a little bit wonky in a number of ways. Mostly because it was built, quite smartly, on the resting place of a giant gazorp. What’s a gazorp? Doesn’t matter. Moving on. Anyways, I’m gonna stop talking now and just let you EXPERIENCE it yourself. No, stop struggling and eat the pill. I said eat it! No this is not optional! I swear it’s not a roofie, I only did that to the last guy as a joke!”

A pill is summarily jammed down your equivalent of a mouth port and--after about several seconds of choking, panicking, and Mendax rreassuring you, everything fades to black as the world falls away from you. The last thing you hear is a zipper and Mendax’s soft chortling laaugh reverberating in his helm.
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When you awaken you find yourself sitting in a booth seat in a tavern. Mendax is sitting next to you--all of you, doesn’t matter how many of you there are--wiping where his mouth would be--thoughh he still wears his helm--before noticing that you are awake. “Sorry for the fright buddy. I just wanted to instill a certain amount of anticipation and fear in you before you conked out. You’ve gotta make your life interesting at my age.” He gestures to an empty, cold, plate of grilled butttered eel which sits in front of you.

“Help yourself, my treat. Anyways. Go ahead and explore the town. Just make sure you don’t drop trough in the middle of the village. They might not appreciate your candor.”

Mendax gets up, puts a number of sorta brown fuzzy coins on the table before leaving you to your own devices. “By the way, there’s noo way back to your world from here. Good luck though!” He calls back as he exits the tavern. No one else seems to hear or pay him any mind.

This Right Here? : Say Anything!

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If you’re thinking, “Man I need a good roleplay that makes sense,” let me tell you...just let me tell you about a little something called This Right Here. So basically this RP is a place where ANYTHING GOES, sort of.

I’ll warn you, and inform you now, though. If you’re a person who doesn’t deal well with cringe-humor, grammatical/spelling mistakes, and--well--frick-diddly-nonsense then this is not the place for you.

In short, this will be a world where most things will snowball out of control. Where you can let loose the metaphorical dragon of your ridiculous and ludicrous mind. It’ll be somewhere that you can just relax, be casual, and enjoy a good meta-anti-supercalifragilisticexpialidocious-joke. It shall be a place for memes, dreams, horror, fantasy, sci-fi, and nonsense dreams. Every and any genre may show up. It’s a RP where many seemingly disparate things will be going on, where things may well be a clusterfuck.

IF I HAD TO BE CONCISE. THE RP WILL BE SHITPOST HEAVEN. THE PEARL GATES OF THE SEWER STAR ARE OPEN AND YOU’VE GOT AN INVITATION.

Unless that’s not your jam. In which case, maybe go find some peanut butter.

I don’t know man. It’s whatever. As to the “lore” of this world, well ANYTHING GOES, at least initially. Eventually things will start having some kind of internal logic, but until then ALL STEAM AHEAD, LET LOOSE THE HOGS, FALL UPON THE FIRES OF HELL, PARTY LIKE A ROCKSTAR….OTHER OBSCURE SILLINESS.

The Hub

Various links will go here. Who knows, maybe we'll use some kind of new fangled chat platform. Like, uh, Skype?

"THAT'S NOT NEW!, USE DISCORD!"

What's that? D-discord? Um. Okaay. Whatever that is....

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Does this look like anything except a placeholder? I hope not.

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