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.
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There have always been ways between worlds. In some places they are dismissed as mere fantasy, or the ravings of the mad. In the 1950s, a man arrives by chance at an airport in Tokyo, bearing a passport from a country that doesn't exist. He vanishes again just as mysteriously as he arrived from a locked interrogation room days later. A couple driving down a lonely highway in North Carolina suddenly find themselves on a dirt road through a countryside where the houses and people look like they belong to centuries past. A fleet of World War II Bombers vanish into the Bermuda Triangle, never to return...
In other places, the ability to step between the worlds is something well known, embraced by powerful magicians or those of strange sciences. Sometimes all a body has to do is go really, really fast.
And then there are the Nexuses, places in between places where many worlds meet. These are far less common, but plentiful enough that occasionally an enterprising individual makes one into a bar or a tavern, or even a home.
But what if the Nexus wasn't a place, but a person? What if it were many people, many Nexuses? What would happen to the place they all decided to call home? What would it become once forgotten, lost to snow and time until a distant ancestor of those people stumbled upon it by chance or design...
What if when it woke up, the world found itself hungry?