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.
The icy blue moss did nothing to warm the grey blobling as he rolled himself across the mountainous landscape, letting out an angry hiss as he thrust himself right into another sudden mound of moss. Pausing to recover, the gentle flecks of snow made him shudder as they fell and melted on his skin, and he let out another hiss as they continued to fall gracefully downward and onto the mossy earth surrounding him. Why did I come here again? The purpose of this trip escaped him, and all Etesi could think about was the putrid, tar-covered warmth of home, where snow and moss and cold didn't exist.
Whatever instincts existed within the blobling told him he needed to go somewhere warm, and preferably somewhere with some sort of cover from the sky and snow. Irritated, he thrust himself forward and rolled towards the only non-moss object in sight-a nearby mountain, tipped with the pale white of snow. There has to be shelter there.
WC: 174 words
(( Whenever you're done, feel free to ping me on Discord @albinosnek! ))