Here, you'll raise, role play as, upgrade, and shape a mochi-like blobling into any creature your heart desires!
Do you want to play a talking flower with a mischievous side? We support you.
Do you want to play a wolf with a lion's mane? Cool. We can help you.
Do you want to play a base blobling, but with a tuft of hair
and stars all over its skin? Hell yeah. Once you're happy with your blobling, you can
start breeding it with other people's creatures to form strange and
exciting hybrids.
Play through the rise of a new world after an apocalyptic-level event has forced a reset. Build the world from the ground up and engage in a rules-light role play that encourages creativity over crunch. Help decide what sorts of plants and animals will populate the planet. Worship the God of Death!
If this sounds interesting to you, we'd love to have you! We accept role players, artists and writers of all skill levels.
Please start by going to the Information Station and getting your read on, and hopefully
we'll see more of you around here. ^__^
IC News
Bloblings have begun hanging out in groups all around Terrea! They're calling them 'blobling initiatives', which sounds weirdly formal, but they're still a highly curious occurence... maybe you should check them out?
Our Discord server is invite only. Please DM Ichor or Saerfall after you've submitted your blobling claim form, and we'll send you an invite link. We spend most of our time on our Discord, so if it seems quiet here, we're probably all sequestered away in our server.
There was no grand ta da! No sudden realization that your neighbors could conjure fire or transformed at the whim of the moon. This world has never been anything other than what it is now, a free-for-all, a melting pot of species and people that have always been predisposed to magic.
It's not a sleepy little town, we're not tucked away in the mountains somewhere.
This is a the sprawling city of San Francisco, the city by the bay. Our city. A financial testament built around the import and export of goods and a naval hub that has a vast and rich history. A city foreshadowed by a prison that's 'not been used since forever' (a lie, to be sure) and a giant golden gate that's no more gold than it is supported solely on the hopes and dreams of your fellow man. This is the real world and we are its real people.
We are real and this is the story of our endurance, every gritty terrible day of it.