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.
Tidepool was mint. Bright mint. And she was proud of it. Her constantly smiling mouth curved into a bigger than usual smile, and her round deep blue eyes, gleaming with intelligence, shined. Her round silhouette was especially glossy as she looked on. Today was going to be a good day.
Tidepool had decided it was a good day to walk beside the shore. After all, when was it not a good day to walk by the shore? But wait. What was that? There was a sleek creature, about the size of her, with fins all over it's body. It was the color of the calm ocean, gleaming in all its glory. "Hello," she cooed softly, not wanting to scare the beautiful creature. She knew it probably couldn't respond, but she asked anyways: "What are you?" In reply, it let out a warble-trill (that was the best way to describe the rumbling sound it just made) and cautiously stepped closer. In response, Tidepool considered bounding closer, but then realized that she would scare it, and she didn't want that! So she slowly and carefully rolled towards it, hoping that it wouldn't run away. When it didn't, Tidepool grinned widely, and it nuzzled up to her before it leaped into the water, as if inviting her to join it. And how could she say no?