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.
Now somewhere properly cool, Tsukiko felt as though she could relax a bit - the cool sand beneath her feeling quite nice, on top of the silkiness of it that she was now accustomed to. Gazing up towards the top of the Chromillia, she would listen to the gentle coos it made and - on a whim - would coo back at it, smiling softly. The tree, in response, would chatter a bit - making Tsukiko giggle, as she chattered right back at that, too! Though she didn't entirely understand the sounds the tree was making, she enjoyed trying to figure it out by mimicking the sounds it made.
Eventually, they both would begin to almost make a tune of their own - bouncing the soft sounds they'd make at eachother back and forth, as Tsukiko nestled herself amongst the Chromillia's roots. Though this world was strange, and though she still had so many questions that were without answers, this was nice - just laying back and decompressing like this. Those questions could wait, just for a little while, couldn't they?
Briefly yawning (how did she get so sleepy so fast, she'd wonder? Was it all of the excitement of today?) to herself, Tsukiko would continue to softly hum and chitter with the Chromillia - content to lay here amongst its roots - as her eyelids began to settle down.
Perhaps, after a quick nap, she could continue exploring, and find the answers to those questions in her head...