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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Red Alert! The klaxons sound, the ship shudders. A deep boom echoes through the hull. The view screen goes white, and for a moment you wonder if it's been damaged, and you're clearly not the only one either. Nearby the captain gets to his feet, steadying himself against the arm of his chair as the ship jerks again, nearly sending you all to the floor.
"Status report, Mr. Spock! What am I looking at here?"
"It appears to be snow, Captain. We are rapidly--"
There isn't time for anything else. The noise of impact drowns everything else out, and your awareness is snuffed out like a candle. You think that you are probably dead.
But to your surprise, consciousness eventually finds you again, aching and injured, but alive. There is still commotion going on all around you, intense, hushed conversation and a flurry of red, gold, and blue as officers from every department rush back and forth nearby. It's incredibly cold, and you are laying on something soft. Your hand reaches down to brush against it. Fur?
Then a new face leans over you, one human, and then another from a species you've never seen before.
"Hey," the new face says, looking sympathetic. "I see you're awake. Welcome to Sanctuary."
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