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. ^__^
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01/54/24 Hey there!
It's May now!
... buuuut we are taking a break to catch up on everything. There's still a DIY Evo Phase if you wanna progress your bloblings further in their evo journey, but besides that we're on pause. Wish us luck!
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.
The rumble of battle that took place above the sand wasn't known to the puddles of blobling blood that had been spilled there. And from that blood, a new type of blobling began to take shape. Many shapes and sizes. One such blobling was a colorful bear with a yarn head and cute little button eyes. He was bleeding glitter glue from where the pins were poking in him. He looked down at himself.
Well, that was kind of... painful. He frowned. Yes. A he. He was sure of that. A mister. Yes. Mister. Mister...
What was his name? He looked at the pins. Pin there, pin here - Pin-pin.
Mr. Pin-Pin. He blinked a few times.
He saw another blobling rise from the puddle, and he adjusted his pins so that they wouldn't stick the blobling next to him. He reached over and hugged the small round blobling with his cuddly bear-like arms.
Battle was a dreadful thing, a newborn Roundling was quick to realize - even if only half-consciously - as he awoke. Blood splattered everywhere - including the puddle he awoke in - and soaking the sands, and retreating blobs nursing their wounds from combat... The Battleborn did not know what had happened here or why as he continued to stir, but all the half-awake blob could conclude - without a doubt...
... was that battling was a dreadful thing.
As he truly began to gain his bearings though, he would be surprised by something a little more pleasant; plush arms wrapping around him and startling him, prompting him to squeak in an almost embarrassing fashion! "H-huh?!"
Brought into a warm and snuggly hug, the newborn Blobling would initially squirm a bit as he tried to figure out what was going on - although a voice above him would cause him to still, and tilt his head upwards, to gaze at Mr. Pin-Pin. "Oh!" He'd murmur - both out of realization, and a hue of lingering surprise. "Do, uhm, pardon me... I was caught completely by surprise there...!" The Blobling spoke in a half-confused tizzy, as if trying to figure out how he should behave or speak.
Being polite sounded like the best course of action, though!
"Being a friend does sound nice... Even if I don't quite know who I am, pardon me for that..." It would've been polite to introduce himself, right? Except it was hard for someone with no name to do that; he was still figuring himself out, and gaining his bearings, honestly! "... You're quite cozy, to be honest."
Either way though, the newborn Blobling would relax in the plush bear's arms with a gentle sigh, letting his eyes drift half-closed as he peered at their surroundings. "... Do you know what had happened here, might I ask...?" He'd eventually question, glancing up towards Mr. Pin-pin's face. "It all seems... Awfully dreadful..."
The plush bear tilted his head, and his button eyes got a little bit bigger when the blobling made a squeaky noise.
"Awww. What a funny sound," Mr. Pin-Pin said.
He gave the blobling another gentle squeeze in his arms, hoping to encourage more cute squeaking noises. He paused when the blobling told him he'd been caught completely by surprise.
"Oh. Um. Do you like hugs?"
His button eyes gleamed a bit with happiness when the other blobling accepted his friendship.
"Good, good. Oh? You don't know who you are? Who do you think you might be? Or who would you like to be?"
Mr. Pin-Pin tilted his head. Then, his button eyes gleamed again. "Thank you. You are quite huggable and squishy."
He shook his head when the blobling asked him if he knew what happened there.
"I don't know. Perhaps a lot of pins were involved." He gestured to his glitter glue blood which was dripping veeeeeeeeery slowly from the spots where he had pins in him.
He paused. "I have decided I am Mr. Pin-Pin. What do you think, my friend?"
"Hugs are fine," The blobling would decide after a second - nodding briefly. He didn't know who this plush bear was or what his deal might've been, but the larger blobling appeared to be friendly; and so, the little roundling didn't mind being embraced by Mr. Pin-Pin, whilst the two of them figured themselves out. It felt nice, in fact, with the soft fabric that the bear was made of!
The questions of who he thought he might be, or who he would like to be, though, would certainly be a curious thought. The young Battleborn's eyes would drift upwards towards the sky as he quietly pondered it over, peering to the stars above. They were... Beautiful, those lights that hung above. The stars, that provided light to this world - and they must've been the source of the light, as there was no other light that the Blobling could see - were so beautiful...
He would bring his thoughts back to the present though, as Mr. Pin-Pin continued to speak, and introduced himself. Though the young Battleborn couldn't help a slight unsettled frown at the pins, (didn't they hurt?) he would nonetheless nod; seeming to have made up his mind on something. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Pin-Pin, sir; I think that's a very succinct name." The young Blobling would respond, before continuing "I... believe that I am Altair."
Altair, the name belonging to a star; at least as far as those foggy, dreamlike thoughts in his head claimed. Was it a little bit vain, to name himself Altair, in the image of the stars above? Perhaps; but he less believed himself akin to stars, and more that he hoped to become as beautiful, as dazzling, and as inspiring as the stars above.
It was not a declaration of self, but more of a goal.