A Brief Recapitulation of PL Lore [Closed | No Posting]

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A BRIEF RECAPITULATION OF PL LORE - AN ARCHIVE THREAD Imagination Will often carry us to worlds That never were But, without it, we go Nowhere - Carl Sagan The PLanning: OOC|The Stage: IC PERSONIFICATION LIFE was spawned in the dank early autumn days of 2012. Unchecked, and fed by insanity, it grew into a megathread of epic portions. Whereas some games start threads every new chapter, or each time the game lags, PL saw most of her threads through to page limits. It is the oldest and largest perennial megathread in P2TM. Take pride in that. PL is your game. You breathe life into it every time you post - Thank you. This is the PERSONIFICATION LIFE archival thread. This thread is used for maintaining the overwhelming amount of data that breathes life into the game setting. Do not post here unless you are the PL OP or a CoOP. All IC and OOC thread content belongs to the authors. PL coding and formatting belongs to Swith Witherward. Graphics belong to Cerillium. Please do not borrow our intellectual property without our explicit, written permission. In the event that the OP must take a sabbatical, permission is granted to the CoOPs to keep the game running, to fashion new threads, to approve applications, and to adapt lore to support gaming purposes. New players are always welcomed, regardless of their skill level. If you're interested in playing in this world, please visit our OOC thread. You don't need to know anything about the setting. We'll introduce your character to it a bit at a time to help ease you in. Kind regards, Cer IC IC THREAD ITERATION I The Beginning IC THREAD ITERATION Deux New Building, Same Nonsense IC THREAD ITERATION III Island Living for the Holidays IC THREAD ITERATION IV Returned to Building, Oh My Gods! IC THREAD ITERATION V Five Golden Threads! (aka Oh My God... They're Breeding!) IC THREAD ITERATION VI The Day the Drones Destroyed the World IC THREAD ITERATION VII Return to Civilization IC THREAD ITERATION VII.5 The Soup Thickens IC THREAD ITERATION VIII Hello and Goodbye IC THREAD ITERATION IX A Year's Journey IC THREAD ITERATION IX++ //Oddsbodikins & Atomic Kittens// IC THREAD ITERATION XI Epic IC THREAD ITERATION XII Demens Chosen IC THREAD ITERATION XIII Abyss IC THREAD ITERATION XIV Personification Life, the Universe & Everything Part 1 OOC Original OOC thread OOC thread Part II OOC Thread Part III OOC Thread Part IV OOC Thread Part V OOC Thread Part VI OOC Thread Part VII OOC Thread Part VIII OOC Thread Part IX OOC Thread Part X OOC Thread Part XI OOC Thread Part XII EPIC OOC Thread Part XIII ABYSS OOC Thread Part XIII LIFE, THE UNIVERSE & EVERYTHING PT1 THE GRIMOIRE - AN ARCHIVE THREAD viewtopic.php?f=31&t=386061 A note to our fabulous Modlies: I've already given Kyru a heads-up. It will take several days (or possibly a week) to transfer all data. Once the transfer is complete, we'll ask Mods to lock our old threads. Should anyone other than me (Cerillium) post in this thread, you have my blessing to remove the unwanted post. Thank you. *leaves hot cocoa* ☕

Table of Contents This area is, obviously, under construction. It will be a quick reference list once data has been transferred over from the OOC and old archive threads.

[Cerillium]

One-Shots, Tributes and Quirky Stuff Poster credit: Swith ((apologies to Nice Peter and Epic Lloyd)) EEEEEEEEEEEPICCCCCCCCCCCCCCC RAP BATTLES OF PLISTORRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY BARON PRIMORDIAL versus.... SEPTIMUSSSSS ITTUMMMMMMMMMMMMMM BEGIN! My names is Septimus Itum Been sent here to crush scum Drop you harder than your outer gods Struck you dumb Luxans sending in a cultist in with a temper tantrum I'll beat your ass and drop the Confederation anthem Cause we're all about science Blinding you fools with violence Burn all your filthy worlds Crush your unholy alliance If I thought I could learn something I'd vivisect your head But you're empty like your gods I'll be leaving you for dead And you'd better cower, boy, when I'm finished with you You'll be begging for forgiveness and cursing Cthulu "You act like I’m supposed to be scared. Of an overgrown monkey who needs some repairs. I’m the next step in our evolution because It takes ten gallons of jet fuels to give me a buzz. I am metaphysically transcendent You’re technologically dependent You can keep your petty mortal science. I’ll use higher realities to make a magical alliance. I can summon Atomic clouds with a single magic word. I let the unspeakable stay unspoken but for you it’ll be heard. Relative to me you’re still playing with sticks and stones. I’m way up here using geometry to change the cosmic zones. That which is not dead may eternal lie And with strange eons even death may die So try and kill me all you want, give me the best you got. When the stars come right I’ll come back with another shot. Primordials what I am. I’ve been around and seen it all. And sorry buddy, you’re still just an insignificant little thrall." WHO WON? WHO'S NEXT? YOU DECIDE! EEEEEEEEEEEPICCCCCCCCCCCCCCC RAP BATTLES OF PLISTORRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY You helped shape us. For that, I'm grateful. ~ Cerillium The evening sky on Gliese was peppered with stars. Swith, who had gone on vacation with her mate and children, slipped from bed and opened the French doors leading out to the balcony. The palace below was still in celebration. Swith's eyes weren't on them, though. She looked up at the stars and drew a shuddering breath. It was a silent keen that traveled on a plain that no mortals could hear. It was a greeting and a goodbye wrapped in a gossamer strand that couldn't be broken by mortals or gods or even the Greater Beings. It was a patient and gentle understanding buoyed by her gratitude and admiration for a foe who had, in a sense, become a cherished entity in her world. She stood silently amongst the sounds of revelry and joy from below, and she wept tears that were neither sad or happy. They were simply tears, and they fell from her eyes and landed on her chest without any further preamble. "Farewell," she whispered to the stars. Her mind reflected upon octopus and pizza parlors, replicants and tea with scones. She sighed and her head tilted as she keened again. And then, because there wasn't anything left to do, she stepped inside and closed the door to block out the noise for a while. The strains of Rachmaninoff's Prelude in C# Minor echoed throughout the darkly lit ether of Cuisine's apartment. He and Luce sat together over beers, toasting an honorable acquaintance and an enigmatic mind. They spoke of Aetherians and shards, of yachts and cars, and of sand and sea. Conversation intermingled with the hopeful beginning, haunting progression, and chaotic climax. Dim blue and green highlights from the wall panel displays gave them tranquility, however, and the hope that things would someday be better. And finally, as the closing notes brought the piece to an end, the pair sat in silence. Ceril navigated the business end of the soldering iron between fine wires coupled to an old circuit board. The white hot light flared and briefly illuminated his face and the face of the servator next to him. He sighed and examined his work. Not bad. Needs more. Possibly - He yawned and removed the iron from the confines of the cabinet. "Needs more later. It's late as it is." The servator, a replica of the D7-N1-X8 blinked stupidly at him. She could never replace the actual thing she was copied from. "It is late," she said. "No shit. I just said that." "Yes." Ceril rubbed the skin under his optics and groaned. "Go dock, Mavis 12." He watched the drone clone gracefully cross the workroom to join her "sisters". He'd done many things with those clones - dressing them in hula outfits or programming them to sing show tunes - but he'd never lost respect for the beings who fashioned the original Mavis. The old cyborg checked his work a final time and walked from the workroom. His hand paused on the light switch. "Goodnight ladies." "Good night," they replied in unison as the overhead flickered off. Ceril sat on a rocky outcrop and bid silent farewell to the raptors. They'd been part of this madness far longer than he. It had been his honor to track things over the years. He recalled the story of the day Neil (as NVE) first stepped into the building. "Can I come in? I have cake!" NVE had shouted before affixing a large fake mustache to his snout. "Can sombody let me, a completely ordinary person, in? I lost my keys, not in a fire!" He just was about to move into this building because his last apartment building was vaporized by the small nuclear reactor he built. Perhaps he would have been left out in the cold were it not for Dabfia. Dab (the normal Dab and not evil Dab) had let the velociraptor in and, after making Dab promise to not mention the initial offer of cake, the raptor had scampered off to steal a stranger's an occupied room in order to plot a means to own the first building thus forgo the necessity of rent payments. The most logical (for a raptor) conclusion was to build a nuclear device of some kind and use it somehow. (*cue evil laugh*) Sadly, the only thing NVE had available was what was available. He slipped into the basement, unfastened the heavy water heater and then ran afoul of Bones (whose room he had stolen.) Flassshback! Bones was staring out the window when he heard shouting. He looked down and saw a talking velociraptor knocking on the door. Dabfia let him in. Interesting. This is something worth looking into... My, my, there's some interesting characters moving into here. He clasped his fingers together and smiled. Things will definitely be getting interesting around here... Excellent... Bones watched the strange creature drag the water heater. "You do realize you don't have a room, right?" "Of course I have a perfectly legitimate room that exists. Otherwise I just stole a total stranger's room. I definately didn't not do that!" NVE replied. Of course, that is exactly what he did. Bones wasn't convinced. "Suuurrreee... and what are you going to do when that stranger comes back and finds you in his room?" "Ummmmm...I AM HIM! Don't you reconize me? I got a haircut and grew a mustashe!" NVE replied and pointed to the fake mustache. "Riiigggghhhhtttt... what's your room number?" "Ummmmm...Pi times R squared divided by zero!" NVE said hoping to confuse him. "I wasn't expecting some kind of Spanish Inquisition!" he added. "Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition. And that is my room, by the way." "Oh really? Then prove it!" NVE said as he made a dash for the door and locked it behind him. Then NVE locked all the extra locks he added. "You missed one," Bones said, pointing over NVE's shoulder. He turned around and walked into his bedroom, locking the door behind him. "Dammit!" NVE cursed after discovering that he was now locked out. "Fine! I'll just find another better room that doesn't smell bad! Crap, I left my suitcase in there!" he added. NVE didn't want Bones to touch his suitcase, he needed to get in there fast. NVE looked at the water heater. "BINGO!" The velociraptor scampered outside and grabbed a car battery out of one of the parked vehicles on the street. He ran back in and wired it to the water heater, then smashed off all the safety devices with his wrench. He positioned the water heater in front of Bone's door. "If it worked on Mythbusters, It'll work here." NVE muttered to himself. Bones heard loud noises coming from outside his door. Looking outside, he saw that the dinosaur had positioned an improvised explosive right outside his door. Bones grabbed the water heater and dragged it inside, disconnecting it from the battery in the process. He locked the door again behind him. "Dammit!" NVE had been thwarted. His next course of action was to run to the hardware store where he 'legally purchased' some rope. He climbed onto the roof of the apartment building and tied down one end. With a firm grip on the other end, NVE jumped off the roof and smashed through the window of Bones' apartment. "Ta Da!...I mean...Hand over my suitcase and nobody gets hurt!" NVE threatened and held out... his empty hands. "Wait a second." NVE opened his suitcase and pulled out two Uzis. "Much better," he said and closed his suitcase. "Now hand over my suitcase before I fill ya full of lead fiery death...something!" NVE threatened. BUT...... The room was empty, save for the water heater, which had been hooked up to another battery. The suitcase was strapped to the bomb. There was a note on it: Here's your suitcase. "Dammit! Well at least I got my suitcase back..." NVE was interrupted by the water heater exploding. The old cyborg's laugh was softly huffed breaths that escalated into thunderous laughter. Those were the days, my friend! Those were the best days: the salad days when everything was sparse and absolutely nothing was sacred. He hadn't a glass to raise in toast to the raptors. He lifted his eyes to the heavens and named a constellation in NVE's honor instead. Bran, simply humbled to be in the presence of his friends (And evil genius'), was already shedding tears as the Raptor's left their presence. Whether it was venturing into Neil's mind to save him from himself, or venturing up to a Moon prison to once again save them, he always knew he'd have loyal friends in them, wherever they were. There was of course, the share of bad times as well, but hell, all friends went through them. Bran had long since forgiven them for that. "Farewell, old friends." He whispered as the house vanished, Rachelle watching from atop his lap (Which she was getting way too big to be sitting on!) Rylli too, was thinking the same things, and Natiya too. Giovenith was more than a little confused at the disappearance of the raptors' house and household, spinning and tilting her head toward the now-empty space, momentarily entranced by how it faded like a state of consciousness on the brim of twilight. Which one, though? Awake, or asleep? Suddenly, she felt silly for trying to guess which... of course the raptors would never allow themselves to be that simple. They danced on the edge of that which was known, in their own way. It was a rather magical thing, despite that Giovenith knew they preferred science, the smart cookies... magic, science, it was all a talent. It took talent to the spin the world round in a way you wished, to make the glass half full and half empty, or to knit riddles that were only satisfying with no answer. Pressing both hands to her mouth, Giovenith set a kiss down in them, then stretched out her arms theatrically to send it flying on the wind toward the spot the house had once been. "Buh bye!" she called out without sorrow, stretching one hand to wave widely at the sky. "See you soon! Love you! Don't forget to come back home and play again!" They wouldn't forget. She didn't know where they had gone, why, or how soon they'd be back, but that didn't matter. One of the most important lessons friendship taught you was how to say good-bye, to not feel heartbreak over the sunset... and to be confident that, like sunrises, there would always be another hello. Reminding herself of this with a deep breath, Giovenith folded her hands in front of her and began to walk off from the remains of the party. She wouldn't go home just yet; sunsets were just as lovely as sunrises, especially on a place as Eternal as an island beach. The land would assist in nurturing her reflections. Swith watched Torii run off to her hut. A sense of peace settled in her chest. It was good to see spark from the girl again, and even better than she'd returned to join the group in cooking things over the fire. That's how it should be... community, family, kinship. She nodded to Cuisine and helped herself to his thoughtful drink. The stars were twinkling overhead now, and Swith lifted her glass of liver towards them and towards her first friend. Somewhere out there, raptors zoomed along in a House. Somewhere out there, a Velocidoctor sat in a Construct's kitchen and sipped tea. Somewhere out there, their handler perhaps sat in a quiet room and longed to return. "It was a lovely dinner, NVE," she whispered to the sky. "It's a lovely friendship." They'd return. She believed that in her heart. She'd hunt them down if they didn't. It would be her personal quest, of course, to bring back a bit of non-Chaos chaos to this universe. Swith chuckled. "Only those who attempt the absurd will achieve the impossible. I think it's in my basement... let me go upstairs and check." She spoke the words of M.C. Escher with conviction, relishing the twist in thinking. "And rabbit holes really do lead to Wonderland, my dear. So everyone move over, get a clean cup, and if the dormouse gets finicky, just dab his nose with jam." Swith finished her beverage and handed the cup back to Cuisine. She wanted to visit Thriller's old hut, but someone had completely redone everything and she doubted even the factory was the same. She couldn't walk down memory lane there. It was just as well. Yes, we have one. YouTube "I Can't Decide" It's not easy having yourself a good time Greasing up those bets and betters Watching out they don't four-letter Fuck and kiss you both at the same time Smells-like something I've forgotten Curled up died and now it's rotten I'm not a gangster tonight Don't want to be a bad guy I'm just a loner baby And now you're gotten in my way I can't decide Whether you should live or die Oh, you'll probably go to heaven Please don't hang your head and cry No wonder why My heart feels dead inside It's cold and hard and petrified Lock the doors and close the blinds We're going for a ride It's a bitch convincing people to like you If I stop now call me a quitter If lies were cats you'd be a litter Pleasing everyone isn't like you Dancing jigs until I'm crippled Slug ten drinks I won't get pickled I've got to hand it to you You've played by all the same rules It takes the truth to fool me And now you've made me angry I can't decide Whether you should live or die Oh, you'll probably go to heaven Please don't hang your head and cry No wonder why My heart feels dead inside It's cold and hard and petrified Lock the doors and close the blinds We're going for a ride Oh I could throw you in the lake Or feed you poisoned birthday cake I wont deny I'm gonna miss you when you're gone Oh I could bury you alive But you might crawl out with a knife And kill me when I'm sleeping That's why I can't decide Whether you should live or die Oh, you'll probably go to heaven Please don't hang your head and cry No wonder why My heart feels dead inside It's cold and hard and petrified Lock the doors and close the blinds We're going for a ride (Thank you, NVE!) Need you ask? Summoned by Bones and Swith deep in the Lair, Zalgo causes all current story lines to pause for the duration of the Festival. Movie trailer to ZALGOFEST 3: WHY DO WE KEEP DOING THIS TO OURSELVES Bone Fort wrote: *Announcer voice, a la Pablo Francisco impersonating Don La Fontaine* In a world, *shot of the world* where some fictional characters are being driven into oblivion by crushingly over complicated plots and lack of mindless shenanigans... *montage of our characters doing whatever we normally do around the island* Two friends decide to fight back, *shot of Swith and Bones walking down hallway in slow motion towards the camera* These unlikely heroes, one a goddess of lust and hedonism, *cuts to Swith* the other a genetically engineered god-killer, *cuts to Bones* must join forces to do the impossible.. *rapid montage of scenes from Zalgofest* and save their friends from this horrible fate... *fade to black* From the creative minds who brought you [post=p11240733ZALGOFEST[/post] *Shows up in big letters* And ZALGOFEST 2: HERE WE GO AGAIN *shows up in big letters* Double the action, *explosion* Triple the excitement, *shot of Bones yelling "Get down!"* More the excitement, *Shot of Bones in the same position as previous shot, yelling "Get down again!"* With soundtrack by Aaron Neville, *shot of Bones and Swith running in slow motion, only sound is a heart beating* Two Friends, *Bones cocks a shotgun* One solution, *fires it at the screen* Tonight... ZALGOFEST 3: WHY DO WE KEEP DOING THIS TO OURSELVES *appears in big letters* This time, you really won't know what hit you. ZALGOFEST I | ZALGOFEST 2: HERE WE GO AGAIN | ZALGOFEST 3: WHY DO WE KEEP DOING THIS TO OURSELVES | ZALGOFEST 4: WHY DO YOU KEEP MAKING ME DO THIS | ZALGOFEST 5: WHY NOT KICK IT UP A NOTCH?! | ZALGOFEST 6: MY BUT IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME! Personification Life TV Tropes Page WMG: PL Gio The Reptile The Faceless One Branflakes NA The Talking Rabbit Branflakes II NVE - Take 31 Returned of the Tilty: Q&A 1 Gio Says More Hi's Bran Strikes Again! Aeten Chimes in! The Bunny Returns! GT learns to lock his locker at AIT Green (Tilt) Return of the Muffin (Bran) PL Video 1 - background and sound advice (Agy) Miss Swith, Thanks, and The Fiddlehead Godling's agency, golem's words, pony's maltheism, player's pets, oh my! (Gio) Intriguing material courtesy of Slo: Azathoth the Microbiologist A family tree by Gio: here PL Gashlycrumb Tinies A is for Aegis, who went bump in the night. B is for Belas - they had quite a fright. C is for Calle, recycled with cans. D is for Drova, we chopped off his hands. E is for Eva, so warped and depraved. F is for Fortu, we pooped on his grave. G is for Giovenith, who died from a scare. H is for Hunter - set fire to his hair. I is for Insidious, we tore off her tits. J is for Jacob, his brain did the splits. K Kale, strangled with strings. L is for Lucius, stripped of his wings. M is for Marcus, who breathed the wrong gas. N is for Neste, who capped her own ass. O is for Ocho, speared by some trees. P is for Primoridial, cut off at the knees. Q is for Qi, stuck at the bus station. R is for Romy, death by evisceration. S is for Septimus, tortured by dread. T is for Torii, off with her head. U is for Uno - he wasn't creative. V is for Varona, raped by a native. W is for Willow, who hung from a tree. X is for Xarada, wiped from Progeny. Y is for Yuna, slated to die. Z is for Zarkani, drowned in VI. Sauce The Guild members nestle together now. Tomorrow, the fruits of their labors to reap. Your PC should be in their bed, my dear. Please put your PC the fuck to sleep. The Priests are working their magic, child. Summoning machine gods from the deep. They'll bless one very last trinket if you swear Your PC will go the fuck to sleep. The Luxans who slink through halls are at rest And the cultists who spy, poison, and creep. I know you don't have extra bullets. That’s bullshit. Stop lying. Lie the fuck down, damn PC, and sleep. The wind whispers soft through the ash, hon. The dragon-litch makes not a peep. It’s been five RL days already. Jesus Christ, what the fuck? Put your character the fuck to sleep. All the other PCs are in dreamland. The polite players have made their last peep. Hell no, your PC can’t go to the lobby. You know where the PC can go? The fuck to sleep. The CoOPs fly forth from their dens. Over PL threads, they linger and they weep. A hot crimson rage fills my heart, love. For real, shut your PC the fuck up and have them sleep. The NPCs and others are snoring, Wrapped in a big snuggly heap. How is it you can write all this other great shit But you can’t make your PC lie the fuck down and sleep? The quest information is on the first page now All that valuable information to reap. No more questions. This interview’s over. I’ve got two words for your characters: fucking sleep. The civet reclines in the simmering jungle. The fennec has silenced her cheep. Fuck your applications, I’m not giving you shit. Stretch your fingers. Cut the crap. Write them to sleep. The plot line awaits in the meadows And high on the mountains so steep. My life is a failure, I’m a shitty-ass GM. Stop fucking with me, please, and sleep. All the other P2TM RP are advancing As I sit here and openly weep. Sure, fine, whatever, I’ll let you finish your scene. Who the fuck cares? You character's not gonna sleep. This IC is all I can remember. The posts crappy and cheap. You win. Your character runs down the hall. As I nod the fuck off, and sleep. Bleary and dazed I awaken To find you say you're finished -- I keep My fingers crossed tight as I open the IC, And pray that you’ve put your PC to fucking asleep. We’re finally ready to advance the plot. I'm ready! I write, hit submit - sweet! Oh shit. Goddamn it. You’ve gotta be kidding. You posted?! Come on, have them go the fuck back to sleep. Neglected Characters - Swith Spaghetti - Swith Chicken Soup for the Artist's Soul - Gio The Cat Incident - Agy Dawn - Kass No Exit - Agy MLP: Biology is Magic - Gio The First Genocide - Agy The Diary - Torsi The Titan - Agy The Eight - Agy Acid Spit - Mon Origin of Russian Batman - Bran They - Agy Revelation - Cer Thanksgiving - Swith Family - Torsi Swith's Christmas One-Shots 2012 2013 2014 2015 2016 Festive & Not So Festive The limited edition MLP: Personification Life collectable cards have arrived! Willow Streaks | Sterling Venture | Rache | Mab OLD PL ARCHIVE THREAD | PERSONIFICATION LIFE WEBSITE | PERSONIFICATION LIFE WIKI | PERSONIFICATION LIFE TV TROPES PAGE | PERSONIFICATION LIFE WMG

Gentlemen, Behold! ★ AWARDS AND ACCOLADES ★ 2013 Best of P2TM Awards Most Improved Player - The Branriech Novelist Award (Best Writer) - Giovenith Best Overall Role Play - Personification Life Best Lore/Worldbuilding RP - Personification Life Funniest Character - Charumati, by Swith Witherward Best Fight/Fight Scene - "Battle of Avatars", Cerillium and Swith Witherward Best Tearjerker Post - Cerillium and Swith Witherward Second Annual Best of P2TM Awards Personification Life and her players bowed out in silent protest of dogpiling by a specific group. The "small fry" role play groups were shattered because they would never have enough players to win votes for (in my opinion) truly deserving players, role play, and posts - it was a pissant popularity contest. Our large group stood in solidarity with these players to show our support of their talents. 2015 Best of P2TM Awards Best Role Player - Comedy: Northwest Slobovia (tied) Best Role Player - Horror/Thriller: Monfrox Best Role Player - Life-Based: Giovenith Best Role Player - Romance: Highfort Best Role Player - Science Fiction: Mincaldenteans (tied) Best Worldbuilder - Swith Witherward (tied) Best OP/GM - Cerillium (tied) Funniest RP'er - Cerillum (tied) Best Writer (The "Novelist" Award) - Highfort (tied) Best Role Play - Life-Based - Personification Life Best OOC Thread - Personification Life Most Fleshed-Out/Rounded Character - Septimus Itum, by Highfort Most Original Character - Pippa-Michelle, by Giovenith Best Character Death: Neste Trilb, by Swith Witherward Best Action or "Fight or Flight" Single Post - "Requiem | Sir Gefrei de Bataille", by Warpspace Best Heartwarming/Tear-Jerker Single Post - "Regret", by Highfort Best Romantic Scene - "Esma and Temir", by Highfort and Swith Witherward (tied) Best Comedy Collaborated Post - "Woolly Bowl", by the Carlisle, Northwest Slobovia, Swith Witherward 2016 Best of P2TM Awards Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite Comedy Role Player: Tiltjuice Recognized by the Community for Exemplary Talent in Fantasy: Mincaldenteans Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite Horror/Thriller Player - Primordial Luxa Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite Life-Based Player - Northwest Slobovia Winner - Community Choice Award For Nation Role Play Player - Highfort Winner - Community Choice Award For Romance Player - Swith Witherward Winner - Community Choice Award For School-Based Player - Stormwrath Winner - Community Choice Award For Science Fiction Player - Mincaldenteans Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite OP/GM - Giovenith Winner - Community Choice Award For Most Improved Role Player - Chedastan Winner - Community Choice Award For Life-Based Role Play Game - "Personification Life: Epic" Winner - Community Choice for Best Megathread Series - "Personification Life: Epic" Best Action or Fight or Flight Scene - "Raiders of the Lost Book", by Northwest Slobovia, Primordial Luxa, Highfort, Fvaarniimar Best Heartwarming or Tearjerker Scene - "Reflections", by Highfort, Swith Witherward Best Heartwarming or Tearjerker Single Post - "Futility", by Swith Witherward Best Horror/Thriller Single Post - "Duster", by Giovenith Best Romantic Single Post - "Loss", by Highfort Best Action or Fight or Flight Collaborated Scene - "Raiders of the Lost Book", by Northwest Slobovia, Fvaarniimar, Primordial Luxa ★ HONOR WALL ★ It's always difficult to say goodbye, especially when one has spent a long time - literally years, in the case of a series - inside a character or two, suffering and celebrating with them. -Lilith Saintcrow [b]BIO - The Drone Empire, a Multi-Galactic Empire of machines which destroys or ruins all that are not like it, most units of the Empire act like a part of a hivemind, completely unwilling to disobey the wishes of the empire. Recently, the Empire has been expanding into the Milky way rapidly, and this planet is now a prime target for possible Purging, but after facing massive defeat, they won't be coming back for a while. The Data Archives Dani has retired from the RP however she was instrumental in shaping us. Her tab will forever remain here. Her characters' descriptions can be found in full on the previousthread. Dani Really, she was once a fully robotic being, but due to necessary intervention, she has since been out into a human body.. mostly human, anyway. She is quite good with constructing devices or computers, pulling from her memories as a Drone, and has a profound hate for birds. All birds. She also seems to lack a large sense of what is right and what is wrong, accompanied by other traits that add to her strange insanity. Thadeus Proxii Ilun-Sile 2 "Librarian" Ilun-Sile comes from the galaxy which lies at the center of the Drone Empire - Thadeus Proxii. Having lived a life of gathering knowledge, he knows little else than the constant hunt for new info, that which was unobtainable before. Now, having fled his home during a time of great turmoil, he has arrived at Earth, where he will only continue his quest, and along the way conform to human society, or remain forever an outsider. Full Details Matuk Durz 36-year-old Orcish inventor from an alternate universe. Brilliant (if over-complicating) engineer and mathematician. Full Details. Raymond Jansma: 27-year-old agent of the Special Projects Research Administration and owner of Talwall Investigative Solutions. Generally serious on the outside, although a inner playfulness is generally lit when around his boyfriend Albert. Hails from outside of the Bielefeld Universe. Full details. Simon Clark: 74-year-old local SPRA commander and Ray's boss. Rather friendly old man who can get angry as a bull. Full details.

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PL v e r s e "The principle of parsimony, more commonly known to humans as Occam's Razor, is a theory that states that the answer to a problem is most likely the one that requires the fewest assumptions. In other words, the simplest explanation is usually the right one. Zan Kraken was quickly learning that this basic scientific principle was only one of the many that this universe would regularly shit all over." - Zan Kraken PL TERMINOLOGY uni- word-forming element meaning "having one only," from Latin uni-, comb. form of unus multi- before vowels mult-, word-forming element meaning "many, many times, much," from comb. form of Latin multus "much, many," from PIE *ml-to-, from root *mel- "strong, great, numerous" (cf. Latin melior "better," Greek mala "very, very much"). omni- word-forming element meaning "all," from Latin omni-, combining form of omnis "all, every, the whole, of every kind," of unknown origin, perhaps literally "abundant," from *op-ni-, from PIE root *op- "to work, produce in abundance" Dimensions In physics and mathematics, the dimension of a mathematical space (or object) is informally defined as the minimum number of coordinates needed to specify any point within it. In science fiction, "dimension" is often interchangeable with "universe". The Raptorverse - a dimension where raptors are the highest evolved life on earth - is an example. Cosmos Each universe seen as a well-ordered whole. The Personification Life game's omniverse (PLverse) is a collection of universes/individual cosmos. PL OMNIVERSE The Omniverse is the 10th dimension. (The 11th will never come into play in PL.) There is only one Omniverse. It's the birth and final resting spot of infinity. To state, "I come from another dimension/universe" does not mean one comes from a different Omniverse. It simply means one comes from a lower-ranking dimensional universe within the 10th dimension. Universes Inside the Omniverse (10th dimension) are billions of dimensions and each of these can have billions of smaller dimensions (9th dimension can contain a billion 8th dimensions which contain a billion 7th dimensions... right on down to the 4th dimension - time and space - and gives rise to our own dimension, the 3rd.) Each unique universe exists in a 3rd dimension. CUP THEORY Take all these 3rd dimensions (which we live in) and start putting them in a cup. Add the next bigger dimension, right on up until you reach the 10th dimension (which is EVERYTHING in the Omniverse; the 11th+ is unobtainable). That cup now contains ALL, including gods and mortals. We're just lukewarm coffee. What's outside the cup? Something you can't begin to fathom. Greater Beings can be found here, and each of them has the ability to seriously fuck up the coffee. Each 3rd dimensional universe can have billions of alternate timelines branching inside of it. In Brane Theory (Membrane theory), all these third dimensions would overlap like newspaper pages. They might occasionally touch. They may or may no be identical. In Bubble Theory, all these universes would contain their own unique physics. We don't use Brane or Bubble theories. Traveling between dimensions in the same universe Certain characters can hop dimensions but I put my foot down regarding time travel (something only a Greater Being can influence). If I hop to your character’s universe, I will move between branches, but I arrive at the same cosmic time. If I then hop to Prim’s universe, I still arrive at the same cosmic time. Some characters, such as Minerva, can hop out of Time. The price for this ability is extreme: death. She dies every 12 hours because she ages exponentially if she remains inside Time. If Swith fails to maintain her death cycle IC, I snuff the character. Period. Some characters, such as Velocidoctor, are based on Time Lords. This is a special case. I take into account the TARDIS' ability to move through time, and it has some buffers built into it, however the theory behind it occurs at a higher level. It may appear that NVE gets a free pass. He doesn't. The only player that needs to concern himself with it is NVE. I prefer to keep the method a mystery to the rest of you lest future players decide to abuse it. Why Only 10 Dimensions? Short answer: because the general populace can't grasp theory. 14 dimensions? In Dr. Eric Weinstein’s theory, called Geometric Unity, he proposes a 14-dimensional "observerse" that has our familiar four-dimensional space-time continuum embedded within it. The interaction between the two is something like the relationship between the people in the stands and those on the pitch at a football stadium--the spectators (limited to their four-dimensional space) can see and are affected by the action on the pitch (representing all 14 dimensions) but are somewhat removed from it and cannot detect every detail. Because of our limited purview -- what Weinsetin calls a “handedness” -- we simply can’t see things like the dark matter that we know resides in our universe. Along with that, he proposes that dark energy is a type of fundamental force that could sit alongside gravity, electromagnetism, the strong and weak nuclear forces. This force pushes space apart and its strength is variable throughout the universe. Furthermore, Weinstein’s theory predicts the existence of more than 150 new subatomic particles, most of them with exotic properties (such as electric charges that are greater than one, which is the maximum seen in nature at present). This has been debated and debated and debated by physicists world-over. In summation: "yeah, okay, whatever." That's what our PLverse is organized the way it is. Leave dark matter alone. Thanks. (Please note: hypothetically there are more than 10. We're keeping it as simple as possible here.) GREATER BEINGS Imagine all the Omniverse inside one cup. Now imagine something existing outside that cup. That's a Greater Being. The Greater Being sticks its finger in the cup and everything in the cup sees the finger as a god. The coffee/cosmic soup relates to that finger because the finger is now inside the known Omniverse. No one ever pauses to consider there's anything outside the Omniverse at all. That's why Greater Beings are so powerful. Greater Beings exist outside the Omniverse. They don't concern themselves with mortals, invasions and so on although a few still take interest in what's going on inside the cup. Some are actively involved. Most have more important things to worry about, if they’re awake at all. Greater Beings transcend gods. They only appear to be gods due to their immense power, and only if they stick a finger into the cup. They really couldn't care less about what mortals think of them. In Gameplay: Greater Beings are reserved for OP in order to fix fuck ups by god-characters. OP designates who can use a Greater Being AND it can only be used as a Deux ex Machina for the purpose of saving the thread. With the exception of Giovenith/Pearlelei, or Demens, summoning a Greater Being (normally impossible) will result in immediate character death. Don't go there. Don't attempt to power wank. Classification of Greater Beings Creator Greater Beings such as Pearlelei and Elohim (Abrahamic God) that formed the fabric of the Omniverse (cosmic strings). They literally created something from nothing. Christ is an offspring of a Greater being, born the Son of God but also God because that Greater Being poured some of Himself into Christ. Giovenith is a daughter of a Greater Being (born from Pearlelei) but is independent of her mother. Just two examples. Chaotic These Greater Beings didn't create the fabric or cosmic strings, but they can weave it and manipulate it. (The 40K gods, in my story arc, are part of one such Greater Being. They weren't born from the GB they come from. They are a manifestation of him. Their GB is asleep and his fingers believe themselves to each be independent of him because they don't realize he exists.) Meanwhile, other Chaotic Greater Beings use the fabric of the universe to fashion/form gods. Lovecraft's gods were formed this way and let’s toss Zalgo in there for good measure. They will never be more powerful than they are now, and will never be as powerful as the GB that fashioned them. We can add other pantheons to this level as well since they have gods that both create and destroy within the Universe. Why? Because someone is going to come along and want to run Lovecraft or Zalgo or something from the Pastafarian angle and when they screw up the Omniverse, we’ll need to fall back on Greater Beings to fix it. Devourer These Greater Beings destroy the cosmic strings, unraveling them. They stick a tentacle into the Omniverse but never manifest an actual independent entity which means we won’t see ANY player characters stemming from these beings. Period. End of discussion. The Strife The war between Greater Beings. This battle has eternally raged between Creator and Devourer Greater Beings. Chaos Greater beings have their hands full trying to weave what's been unraveled and keep balance. Some Chaotic Greater Beings are actually on the side of the Devourers, and are unraveling things as well. (Game note: this is OP discretion.) GODS AND OTHER BEINGS All gods come from Greater Beings. They tend to group themselves into pantheons. For example, Azathoth is a Greater Being. It slumbers outside the cup. All other creatures in the Cthulhu mythos group themselves under that pantheon. They are the gods that roam the omniverse (inside the cup). It is important to note that many gods (if not most) can NOT interact with their Greater Being. Many, such as the Chaos pantheon, are unaware that they come from such an entity - they believe themselves to be the highest form (they are, inside the Omniverse). Gods remained grouped under their Greater Being's category. For example, Gaia is a Creator Greater Being. Her son is the god Ouranos. He is drawn from the Omniverse at her whim. The entire Greek pantheon isn't fully aware of what Gaia is. The gods cover a variety of "alignments" (not to be confused with D&D Alignments), from creator to destroyer. All the Greek pantheon is still classified as a Creator pantheon due to Gaia being what it is. Likewise, Azathoth and all the gods within that pantheon are Chaotic. God Identification There are three god archetypes: Born gods are born from a Greater Being. Most, but not all, retain knowledge of the Greater Being they come from. (Giovenith, Christ, etc.) Finger gods are part of their Greater Being. Most, if not all, are unaware of their connection to that Greater Being. (Chaos pantheon.) Formed gods were created by a Greater Being but are totally independent from it and thus weaker than the first two. Formed gods are totally clueless.) The majority of gods are formed gods. (Gaulish and Brythonic deities Aeron and Fagus etc.) Godlings are simply young gods. High Ones. The term is used to denote a god or godling. In some cases, "Most High" is used by certain players to denote a loose sense of hierarchy. Demigods and Others Demigods may have been formed by gods. They might simply be powerful creatures which mortals mistake for gods. Demons/Daemons, Angels, Jinn. These are created by gods and/or demigods. Some, in the case of Lucifer, were created by Elohim (a Greater Being) but lack knowledge of what Elohim truly is. By the way, PL has characters that can easily wipe the floor with Lucifer or Michael the Archangel. Spirits. They spring to life from a variety of methods. Various things found amongst the Fae. They have a defined pantheon. See Min for details. Please do not ask me to restructure things to suit your character build. I don't care if you personally follow a druidic belief or worship Lucifer. The pantheons are already set up and, in some cases, canon. Characters that summon gods do NOT get to run those gods. Gods are capricious. There's a 50% chance the god will spite you for the trouble. That percentage goes up if the god is temperamental or belongs to a Chaotic pantheon. I make no exceptions to that rule EXCEPT when Giovenith or a CoOP runs a god NPC. Note: The current setting prohibits gods, demigods and other creatures from gaining access to the dimension. You will not find mythos outside of Demens roaming the dimension unless its a PC. METAPHYSICAL Due to the sandbox nature of this RP, we've had to cobble things together to suit various needs. How We Mesh Stuff In This RP The above image represents the metaphysical PLverse. The orange cushion is the Material Plane (aka Hyperplane and Ambient Space). It contains both physical and metaphysical - the ALL of everything including Spirit Realms, Ley Lines, all the dimensions of the Omniverse and each branching timeline of a universe, etc. It is where game play occurs. The pin heads are Heavens. Each is isolated from each other. Each can only be reached by one avenue (the pin). Few creatures can travel this avenue and return again: gods (and their avatars), some demigods, angels, demon/daemons, reapers/ferrymen, and several other unique beings. A god can choose to draw a character to its Heaven IF that character is part of its Pantheon. This is at MY discretion. The empty air between the pins is the Nothing. VERY FEW things can survive it. To travel there is to Unbecome. The hands and ring represent Greater Beings. Some gods are Greater Beings that choose to indwell the Omniverse in their own little Heaven. Greater Beings are Untouchables. A few named ones: Pearlelei, Elohim, Azathoth. Heavens These are where characters go when they die. Klingons have their own unique Heaven. Norse have their own unique Heaven. Chaos has its only unique Heaven. Characters can not reach Heavens that do not belong to the character's unique canon. This prevents assholes from destroying/invading/disrupting another player's canon concept. Currently, only the Guardians can permit a soul to leave Demens' dimension. Ancestors and Summonings Certain characters can summon their ancestors to draw upon their power. This is allowed per Demen's purview. The ancestor leaves its Heaven and knocks at the gateway door. Ancestor Souls can NOT manifest in the Material Plane. Who runs the god NPCs? The OP, the CoOPs, Gio (certain pantheons). Who runs the Greater Beings? With the exception of Pearlelei, the OP runs all Greater Beings. How does Anime "physics" fit? Short answer: it doesn't. Personification Life is NOT an anime-based game though players are free to use anime imagery for their character's depiction. A common theme among many anime movies and TV shows is supernatural abilities beyond anyone’s wildest imagination. Usually, these powers grow progressively. The hero trains and grows to overcome the villain; by the end of struggle, they’re vastly more powerful than they were before - and could destroy planets or rip the fabric of the universe. Players' characters start off at square one and must work to grow. Isolation from other Heavens and Pantheons. The characters' base of operations is within Demen's pocket universe. Gods, ancestors, angels, demons, etc can not freely enter without the aid of a Gateway. Who runs the god NPCs? The OP, the CoOPs, Gio (certain pantheons). Who runs the Greater Beings? With the exception of Pearlelei, the OP runs all Greater Beings. Side note Where do atheist characters go when they die? Answer: wherever I damn well choose to place them, IF I have them go anywhere at all. I may choose to dispel their souls into the Nothing.

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GA L L I M A U F R Y "But I don’t want to go among mad people," Alice remarked. "Oh, you can’t help that," said the Cat: "we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad." "How do you know I’m mad?" said Alice. "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn’t have come here.” ― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland THE FORGING By now, all the others who had fought at Bielefeld— At least those who had survived the Drones and and other horrid things— Were safely rested after the fall of the proposition. Only Demens took umbrage still The seasons rolling by, and his ire raised As he pondered the Universe. He would return his great magic to its heaven, Though not even there would all troubles end, Even though Residents retained within Were not pitiable, except that select few That lacked ambition and thus Remained a challenge to his temperance. But Demens was away now, among his fellows, Those Greater Beings beyond the Rim— Some which created, some which devoured— To receive a answer to the questions plaguing His restless mind and its thoughts The Greater Beings Those who were awake and gave concern, Reposed upon thrones of gold or hillocks of grass And the Father of the Hellenic Dodekatheon Was speaking as Demens arrived. His thoughts Eternally upon the foolishness of the Universe: "Gods! They are always blaming the mortals For their troubles, when their own witlessness Causes them more than they were destined for! Take Giovenith now! The godling Walks with mortals on her quest for godhood Knowing it means conflict of purpose—we did warn Her mother, no?— And they burden her so." (He said such things because Pearlelei was absent) "What are you doing about this, Demens? Does she not Reside in your Abode as a favor to our Fellow? Will you just sit on your ass and do nothing while mortals Dictate the will of the gods we created?" Demens' ire grew, that Ouranos would point to him Without grasping the movements around those stars Which touched upon his neck of the woods. "Oh, hush And do not carp about that which you have not taken the Time to fathom. Your children's era has ended And their followers are lost to time and Space. Tell me, then, what bearing have I on Your loss? Summon them, that they might give an accounting! Come, Zeus! Come, Hera! And bring with you Poseidon and Demeter!" Demens raised fingers to his ear In mockery of the answer that was all to apparent: These gods had retired to their Heavens And no more troubled themselves with their mortal flocks. "You can not blame what you no longer believe in," Demens growled to his Fellows. "And the gods have Forgotten the flocks you set them to tend. A hand basket Sits in the meadow, filled with fools boarding To descend into hells which they, themselves, Crafted through their own apathy. Hush, do not Look to me for answers. I seek them myself." Gaia glared at him with contempt miring her face: "O Demens, you have no room to criticize! You hath not created gods nor drawn mortals To your breast as Elohim did. You have no idea The angst that plagues—" But the Greater Being held His hand high in rejection of her words and rants. "Don't patronize me, silly slut. I give respite. I extend myself for that good while all else Remains adrift. I draw them to me, mortal and God alike, that they might take a final Stand against the Devourers that would cast all Your creations into ruin, and consume All the good you have chosen to impart through Gods to the morals in their care. Yet All should perish from your own apathy. Reveal Yourselves then! Cast aside their doubts and Draw them to you. But you won't." "How goes that stand?" Para Bramh adjusted The cushion under him before folding great Hands together to patiently await response in Hope that he had successfully shifted blame From where it belonged and onto something Entirely different. "Ask Elohim!" came the snarled reply and Demens flung out an arm to point to Allah. Elohim hummed to himself and, at first, Pretended that he had not heard but This reaction was futile, as everyone well knew. "It goes poorly," he confessed as Regret etched itself upon his divine features. "Demens has done well in bringing so Many in, but many remain out there and All too many lesser beings of the Universe seem Bent on following the Devourers' ambitions- We need not delve into those!- but I would Say that things have come to an impasse." "What now?" several Greater Beings asked Aloud the question that had been voiced time And time again by them over the various ages Of gods and mortals. The answer remained Eternally open, with no real decision made Regarding the matter being put to bed. "Bah, fuck you all," Demens rose in order to Depart from his Fellows. "You seem Incapable or else unwilling to Take a stand. I'll go. I'll retreat to my Sanctuary and puzzle this out for Myself!" He did depart, ascending to his place Where all was as he liked it rather than remaining A slave to physics' demands. He retreated there To grouse over the apathy outside His very gates. Blaming mortals? Nonsense, for the mortals could not Be held accountable when their Gods failed them! Rubbish! Blame the gods! Blame the deities and their games and their inability To keep themselves amused sans Mucking with the mortals in their charge! Enough! He would gather unto him all the forgotten Things in the universe- the downtrodden, The forgotten magic, the mysteries, the lost keys and Odd socks and neglected people- and house them together So that they might prove his Fellows wrong For Demens was a spiteful shit. Now Demens was a Greater Being of Chaos Rather than one of Creation, but he Had paid attention when the Universe was First set into being. He wasn't inept. He chose A spot unoccupied yet by politics and the Bullshittery that had mired his Fellows As they sat outside their creation and Bitched about all the thing that had naturally Gone wrong with it. "Fine, this isn't rocket science!" Demens squatted Over the void and looked into the abyss, Finding nothing in his way. He plucked his brow. The Greater Being was at a loss Having never attempted anything so grand. He fashioned a new dimension and moved on to populate the void with lopsided planets and suns before Focusing on the world that would house the Jumbled outcasts. And so it was that he formed The waters and land, adding the vegetation and All the things that creeped and flew and walked upon His creation. In truth, he borrowed most of it from existing works But there was nobody around to complain! Then Demens set out to draw all those lost things Unto him, pulling from Time and the ages only those that Would not be entirely missed. And so it was That his lopsided world— for nothing was to scale and he Had neglected to Close off a hole in the ocean, believing it to Add character to his work— became filled with Things fantastical and things terrifying and things that No mortal should really tangle with. But Demens— Being a Greater Being of Chaos— thought that Complacency bred apathy. But he reserved one place in particular for Part of him to reside, and thus was that part moved Without any regard to what anyone had to say. The Building came to his whisper and It settled on the grassy, windswept hillock Overlooking the odd city that, through no fault Other than bridged in the Space/Time continuum Was already ancient by time of its arrival. Demens reclined on his celestial Lay-Z-Boy— Clouds were too froofy for his tastes— to critique his own Hard work, loathe as he was to do so Lest he find too many flaws for its own good, When he was visited by none other than Elohim who Had come to see what had happened to his unicorns. "What the fuck is that?" Elohim surveyed his Fellow's work With not too kindly a grimace upon his face— in truth He was repulsed by the dimension. And then— "You stole my damn unicorns!" Demens pursed his lips. "Bah! Nobody believes in them anyway anymore, so What harm is there? None." "O Demens, tell me, what do you intend to do with all Of this junk?" Elohim shook his head as he considered that Demens had gone quite mad. But Demens held A hand up to brush aside concerns. "I have no idea, really," said he, "Other than perhaps Making things right elsewhere. We'll see Where this goes." So it came to pass that Elohim retreated to His celestial palace. There he reclined upon His couch and silently snickered into his sleeve at Demens' gallimaufry. "Demens created Gallimaufry because fuck you." THE DIMENSION Gallimaufry - noun - a confused jumble or medley of things. There is no place in the Universe quite like Gallimaufry, probably because Gallimaufry would fit no place else. Fashioned by a Greater Being of Chaos (rather than one of Creation), it is a lopsided mess that functions while remaining partially ignorant of the Laws of Physics (thus they do not always apply). It is filled with all the strange stuff forgotten or overlooked by the Cosmos (because, if it wasn't nailed down, Demens appropriated it). It is sealed off from other dimensions, accessible only by Gateways, although it is rumored that some gods are allowed to come and go as they please per Demens' whim. You will not find Paris in this dimension, nor will you find it populated beyond a certain point. It is Demens' hammerspace pocket - and all within it the lint. Think "Small Secluded World" trope. On the planet, you can find just about anything, all of it hoarded, magpie like, because there was no better place for it. Things sort themselves after a time. Like minds and like beings seek each other out and cluster themselves together. Other than the inhabitants organizing themselves, there isn't any rhyme or reason to the world. It was created because fuck you, and Demens saw that it was good enough, and sees no reason to change it. THE PLANET Gallimaufry Mundi (or simply Gallimaufry or Galli or That Place) is relatively small. Unpleasantly so, but what can you expect from a Greater Being with no fashion sense? It's the fifth planet in its system (three of its smaller siblings resent being called planets at all), and the densest planet in that system. As far as anyone can tell, it's also the only planet it the system to accommodate life. We hope. The earliest life on Gallimaufry arose at least 5 billion years ago, and came about purely by Creation. Okay, by theft. Demens stole shit from his fellow Greater Beings. "Because fuck you." Its biodiversity, which has expanded continually except when interrupted by mass extinctions or intergalactic keggers, stems from far too many five-finger-discounts. It's difficult to estimate exactly how many extant species exist on Gallimaufry simply because new shit turns up every other day, and old shit vanishes without a trace. Hell, let's put it at 5-8 million extant species. Sure, why not. Nobody bothers to document them (very often) and it's safe to presume most of them remain undiscovered and thus indescribably nondescript. No one is really certain if there is any indigenous sophont life, unless you count the natives, and they aren't really native. Regardless, all this shit depends on Gallimaufry's biosphere and minerals for their survival. That survival is complicated by the wonky physics attached to the world. It's not a fun place (or it's a very fun place, depending upon your sense of humor) to raise a family. To put it bluntly, when your socks go missing, there's a good chance you'll find them in a singles bar somewhere on Gallimaufry. Gallimaufry's lithosphere is divided into several rigid tectonic plates that migrate across the surface over periods of many millions of years. Or over the course of a week, sometimes, but never on an odd Tuesday. Sixty-nine percent of planet's surface is covered with water, with the remainder consisting of continents and islands that together have many lakes and other sources of water that contribute to the hydrosphere. The polar regions see snow during the winter. Gallimaufry's interior remains active with a solid iron inner core, a liquid outer core that generates the magnetic field, and a convecting mantle that drives plate tectonics. Gallimaufry gravitationally interacts with other objects in space, especially its sun and two moons. Similar to Earth, Gallimaufry rotates about its own axis 366.26 times per orbit around its star, creating 365.26 solar days or one sidereal year. The planet's axis of rotation is tilted 23.4° away from the perpendicular of its orbital plane, producing seasonal variations on the planet's surface with a period of one tropical year (365.24 solar days). Sometimes. Maybe. It doesn't sync well with Earth time. The moons are the planet's only permanent natural satellites. Their gravitational interaction with the planet causes ocean tides, stabilizes the orientation of planet's rotational axis, and gradually slows the planet's rotational rate. Because, fuck you, Demens stole the idea from Elohim. Hey, bitches, that's how he rolls. Credit: Swith Witherward; "Boilerplate" THE ZONES Gallimaufry is divided into several unique Zones. Each Zone remains autonomous. Zones The Brood of Alessio The Freywold Jégvidékem North Warnborough The Outermark Urbem Ascalon GATES AND GATEHOUSES The dimension contains several gateways. Most are housed in secretive spots called Gatehouses, protected by Guardians, and tended by Oracles. Gates are proprietary, meaning that a Gallimaufry gate will lead to other destinations but only via gates fashioned by Demens in those destinations. The gateways are predominantly used by the Archivists and the High Chosen; Demens himself does not require a gate, nor do other Greater Beings currently on his "good side". Specific gods are likewise permitted to travel, but we won't concern ourselves with them for the moment. Or at all. Gates are the primary means of traveling in and out of the dimension. Some characters, such as Giovenith, hail from pantheons in Demens' good graces and thus can shift on their own. Demens himself does not need to use a Gate and, frequently, he'll pluck someone from his dimension and send them on an unplanned mission. Dimensional Travel and M-theory A note on dimensional travel: There are many hypothetical methods, as many as there are hypothesis about the multiverse itself. PL embraces M-theory. If you intend to run a franchised dimensional-traveling character, please familiarize yourself with M-theory and adjust your character's canon appropriately. M-theory: "A multiverse of a somewhat different kind has been envisaged within string theory and its higher-dimensional extension, M-theory. These theories require the presence of 10 or 11 spacetime dimensions respectively. The extra 6 or 7 dimensions may either be compactified on a very small scale, or our universe may simply be localized on a dynamical (3+1)-dimensional object, a D-brane. This opens up the possibility that there are other branes which could support "other universes". This is unlike the universes in the "quantum multiverse", but both concepts can operate at the same time." Further reading: The Mathematics of M-Theory; What is M-Theory; Wiki - Introduction to M-Theory; Wiki - M-Theory. GUARDIANS OF GALLIMAUFRY, AND THEIR ORACLES Guardians are the protectors of the Gateways leading to and from the Gallimaufry dimension. They can not be bribed. They can not be enchanted. They can not be pleaded with. They can not be slain. At times, they are similar to Charon in that they ferry travelers as well as the souls of the dead. At other times, they are responsible for bringing items into the dimension. It should be noted that Guardians are eternally patient in most matters but will strike down anything that intrudes upon the Gatehouse. Trespassers, beware! There is no saving throw. Dead is dead, and you'll be lucky if they let your soul pass through to reach your chosen pantheon's heaven. Some Guardians employ mortals to assist with Gates. These are known as Oracles. The selection process to become an Oracle is exhaustive. Beings must not be aligned with other gods; they must surrender a part of themselves in order to commune with the Guardian; they must have a manifested or latent psionic ability; they must be pure of heart. Known Guardians Bhatnagar: Guardian of the Fringe. It roams outside the dimension to ravage all who attempt to gain access. It's a reasonable entity and will offer kindness to any traveling on Demen's order. Fond of ridiculous riddles. Bhatnagar manifests in wisps when passive. It does not take form when attacking. Dweezle: Guardian of the Floating Void, the Gatehouse located closest to the Building (Alpha Gate). Dweezle seldom speaks. To hear its physical voice is to be rendered insane. It prefers to communicate only with the Oracle (the PC or NPC manning this Gate). It prefers to manifest as a formless blob. Gelos: Guardian of the Fiery Tower, the Brood of Alessio Gateway. Named by the Alessio denizens in parody of the Greek personification of laughter, Gelos is eternally capricious and alters its appearance to mock those that nose about its Gate. Hasp: Guardian of the Hó Üreg, Jégvidékem's Gate. Very little data exists regarding this being or its Gate. Jinti: Guardian of the Fell Abyss, Ascalon's Gate. The Gate itself is very small and seldom used. This is perhaps because Jinti is the only Guardian that demands a sacrifice, or perhaps because it's a one-way trip: nicknamed the Roach Motel, Gatejumpers check in, but can't check out. No one in recent history has seen its form. Morgtus: Guardian of the Ethereal Wold, the Gatehouse found in the Freywold itself. Little is known of Morgtus other than it seems to be evil personified. It manifests in the form of an Abyss Wyrm or as a draconic being, and it's rumored that it goes on walkabouts using the name Morag. Nox: Guardian of the Primordial Verde, the Outermark Gate. This is the only gate large enough for spacecraft to venture through, and it remains at a high altitude. It's form is unknown to all but the Oracles. (Zeda Gate) Oracles (listed by Gate activity level) Mepsidadelti "Meps" Heltamip: Oracle of the Floating Void Myra Bones: Oracle of the Floating Void Faustus: Oracle of the Primordial Verde Rookra: Oracle ofthe Ethereal Wold Miriam: Oracle of the Fiery Tower Raganot: Oracle of the Fiery Tower Cynthia Crowley: Oracle of the Fell Abyss Lewis Pinkerton: Oracle of the Fell Abyss Unknown: Oracle of the the Hó Üreg

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D E M E N ST O W E R S AKA "The Building" the Windswept Knoll, North Warnborough, Gallimaufry The Building is centric to the PLverse. The majority of gameplay, when not on missions, occurs within the Building and the property it sits upon. When in Gallimaufry, it is located atop a grassy, windswept knoll and serves to house nearly all PCs. The interior construction appears differently to each resident (tile vs wood floors vs carpet, metal staircases vs concrete vs wood) etc. The landlord, O.C. Demens, hardly ever makes an appearance. New tenants are usually welcomed into the Building and find their contract and a key at the reception desk. The Building is sentient. It heals itself although recently the landlord has begun issuing fines to people who destroy the property without damn good reason. It's heavily protected against intrusion, to include an active security system which purges nanites and smaller things. It easily registers tech. Breaking into apartments while players are offline (and without letting them know) is taboo. Much can be said about living in the perfect place. To that end, the Building is perfect. Exterior Much larger on the inside than on the outside, it bends and folds and establishes itself as a pinnacle of perfection, taking on the outward appearance most pleasing to the viewer. The image to the right is how it looks through the eyes of a Resident. Yet, no matter the appearance, it fits the needs of all. A short set of stone steps lead up to the Building's front porch and main doors. The porch wraps around to the side and expands into a flagstone courtyard containing tables and other comfortable seating. Residents can enjoy their afternoons on this patio, or can gather around the grand fire pit at night. Lush lawns frame each side of the building. The back garden contains the pavilion where Residents gathered right after the Drone invasion ended in Bielefeld; the pavilion moves with the Building. The back garden contains a large, manicured lawn. The Building is surrounded by woodland, but its perch atop the hill allows people to overlook the woods to see the village of North Warnborough beyond. A gravel pathway wide enough for vehicles leads from Building and through the woods to the village. Interior and Common Areas The Building's interior appears differently to each person and often echos their tastes yet some things remained the same no matter who views them: Ground Floor The foyer contains mailboxes and buzzers tucked into a tiny vestibule. It carries on into the lobby proper, touching a large reception desk and the drop box where payments are made and leases tucked.This desk is the first stop for every new resident. There is a large front window and comfortable seating. Several doors lead off the lobby - Medical Clinic, Bomb Shelter, Chaos Quarters, Gym and Pool. Thriller’s Thinking Bench and the main stairway and elevators are also found here. A door market "Maintenance" sits at the far end of the lobby and opens onto a stairwell down to the basement where the janitor and boiler rest in the maintenance corridor. The indoor pool and gym are open 24/7. These are both rather small. Two restrooms are nestled between these facilities. Second Floor The second floor (and all following floors) can be accessed via the main stairs or lifts. It should be noted that the library can often be found on this level but tends to vanish and reappear on the ground floor. This is mainly due to residents who are too lazy to go up and down the stairs. The Communal Dining Room and Kitchen seems to be where everybody seems to flock, including those with apartments that have kitchens. Breakfast is usually waffles and omelets. The communal gathering rooms sits across the hall, opposite the dining room. The furniture was appropriated from a warehouse store, the decor came from various portals, and the massive 90" Aquos LED TV was affixed to the wall in a fashion that didn't permit it to be stolen (or stolen back by the cultist that Naomi had borrowed it from.) There was a piano, plenty of leather couches, an extra table for work space, comfy leather chairs and a bar area. (Residents would need to provide their own booze.) A smaller tv is on other side of the room for game consoles. There are apartments on this level but most are filled (indeed, there are now eights floors containing apartments). The hallways provide opportunities for conversations and people roam them. Some people lurk in them. They have shadows to hide in. Fifth Floor The fifth floor is occupied by the Building Hospital. It is set up to accommodate magic-based healer and mundane physician alike. There is also a holosuite. Details in the next spoiler. π Floor This floor can only be reached via the far left lift, and only when the floor button appears. It houses the Wilting Succubus, a traditional British pub run by Minerva's Lads. Run by Swith Witherward, semi-closed RP setting. Basement/Garden Level It's recommended that residents stay out of the basement. Dark things lurk there and it's rumored that one of the remaining Nifid dwells there. The maintenance corridor is also where you can find the boiler, the janitor, and the tech priests that keep the Building running, as well as a few private apartments housing strange xenos, war machines, and atomic kittens. Rooftop The rooftop is a retreat during warm days. It's used for gazing at the night sky, defending the building (weapons seem to change at the drop of a hat), housing Bran's helicopter, and a quiet place to drink. Stairs lead up to it from the inside. Rooms vs Apartments Rooms: Some residents are cheap bastards and only rent rooms. They use the communal dining room and kitchen for their meals. The Outer Limit Sometime during the Big Timeskip, Demens reserved a large portion of the 5th floor to construct a training facility. After all, he had selected beings from across the Multiverse to fight the Good Fight, but knew they were only as good so long as they had their wits about them. The Building and the surrounding areas wouldn't work; the community wouldn't take too kindly to that and the Ogres would certainly come back to mete out pain of a whole different category. What's more, Demens had already recorded a sizable accounting of the Residents' general fuckery inside the Building and he didn't want the added headache of tallying more for the sole purpose of making sure they weren't caught with their pants down. With a sigh and a grumble, the holodeck was thus created; a cobbled hodgepodge of magic and technology fused together, complete with an exhaustive database, voice command capability, and an impressive A.I. (though nothing compared to the Building's security, so don't get ideas). The holodeck takes a generous third of the 5th floor to accommodate up to fifteen people at a time with enough space to move about freely during simulations. It is a large cavernous area with only one command console at the right corner. The floor is light grey with yellow grid squares across its surface, the walls are covered in large metallic panels with circular projectors built into the middle which run across the perimeter in regular intervals, and the ceiling is a solid metallic roof with recessed lighting and more projectors built in and similar yellow square grids running throughout. The holodeck can produce any form of technology to meet a Resident's needs in training, but naturally, what is 'produced' in the Holodeck cannot be taken out. It will simply disappear if someone tries. The A.I. can also replicate similar magical effects during training sessions. Demens also took note of Residents' equipment, and with few exceptions, most weapons are already programmed in the holodeck's extensive database and therefore not permitted inside. Exceptions are based on magic considerations. For example, Henry's staff is required for spellcasting, the holodeck cannot produce the necessary equipment (and the reliance of it) and therefore is permitted inside. Another example is OPA, with built in weapons, exceptions can be made and damage caused by said weaponry will be absorbed. As a standard feature, safety protocols will be always active within the holodeck. Only the GM and Co-OP character(s) may override this command in which the A.I. will automatically issue a warning. During simulations, combat is considered live, but to make sure Residents don't meet an untimely death (especially by magic), a dampening field has been installed as part of the safety protocols to ensure that magic/Force or tech weaponry will not be lethal. Similarly, all tech produced by the holodeck will not severely injure or kill a resident. Collateral damage caused by supernatural or real tech weapons is absorbed by the walls: it is not an invitation to attempt to destroy the holodeck. As mentioned, the safety protocols are meant to keep Residents alive, but that doesn't mean Residents are not at risk of minor injuries. For example hand-to-hand combat has its own inherent risks and the A.I. will not account for that; it will be up to Residents to determine their level of force in such engagements. The A.I., if ordered, can analyze training simulations and determine the level of difficulty to assist in sessions. It is also able to create custom training programs as needed. To recap important facts about the holodeck: Able to simulate/produce a wide array of technology for training purposes Extensive database, adaptable A.I., custom training programs (player's discretion to create whatever they need to train) Dampening field will prevent lethal use of any tech weapons in use; collateral damage is absorbed by the walls. Personal weapons of any tech not permitted (exceptions noted); holodeck will provide. Damage caused by simulated tech isn't real, however, injuries can happen. Some examples: Falling off a cliff? Resident will feel a reduced impact (or not, depends on the difficulty of the session). Got shot? Resident may feel the impact (or not, depends on the difficulty of the session). Hand to hand? Safety protocols cannot register this, up to Residents to restrain themselves. Injuries definitely possible Magical weapons/equipment are exceptions for casting spells Dampening field will prevent lethal use of any magic/Force application; collateral damage is absorbed by the walls. Got hit by a lighting bolt? Resident may feel it (or not, depends on the difficulty of the session). Hospital is on the same floor to tend to any potential injuries. Safety protocols are always in place, only GM or CoOP characters may override this. Not So Common Areas and Other Information Restricted Areas Some apartments exist in their own little universe and can not be penetrated by outside sources. These would include Bones & Co's apartment, and The Chaos Dimension (security system begins at the stairwell entrance door in the lobby). Don't try. You'll only become frustrated... or die. Some Defenses BOB BOB is the original security system set up by Charumati to defend against the Drones. BOB can not be hacked, can not be thwarted, can not be circumnavigated, nor can it be assimilated or infected. It is the fragment of a Chaos god. Morbus Xenotech coupled with a rank personality, Morbus picks up what BOB misses. Unlike BOB, Morbus is known to retaliate over the slighted provocation. Attempting to control Morbus is a very, very stupid idea. Characters will less than 12 in applicable skills might as well not bother. Individual Apartments Some apartments inside skip out of the current dimension and can NOT be entered via teleportation without risking a mis-jump. Infiltrating other apartments is instant death due to magic or tech: make up a new character. Period. ASK the player before breaking into their apartment. RESPECT the player's wishes. Roof The building rooftop is set up to defend the building. It contains two rail-guns (currently covered with flower pots) The Building The Building is sentient and does not require any of the above things to protect itself. It can generate a force field that defeats magical/god powered attacks. It defeats nano, mechanical and supernatural infiltration. It forms a sphere around the area that usually encompasses the Building and its lawns, however it can expand to roughly ten blocks in circumference. Conventional weapons won't affect it. The Building itself is an Eldritch location, however there are a few places within it that are also Eldritch locations. Fun, no? The thing of it is, these locations exist in pocket dimensions provided by Mr. Demens. There are no gateways in or out of them, sans the apartment doors concealing them, ergo teleporting new things in or going out through portals is impossible. The Raptor House This is where the Raptors live. It was sucked into the Building when the structure tore itself from Bielefeld. The house is located behind Apartment 8D's door. Mr. Demens was kind enough to uproot the lawn and garden surrounding it, transporting the entire thing along, so visitors knocking upon that door will open it to find themselves in a small pocket dimension replete with house and landscaping. The DEMiOs This is the abode of the Luxans. Like the raptors' house, it is housed in a pocket dimension that can only be accessed through the apartment door. Chaos Quarters Running theme here... pocket dimension... accessible only through the door in the lobby marked "Chaos Quarters". The avatars and cultists now have a limited back garden rather than the entire dimension Ogoti created. Hey, it cuts down on the water bill. The Biogarden Did you skim the above regarding Morbus? The same critters fashioned the Biogarden. Apartment List Basement: Bomb Shelter - (door to stairwell off main lobby) Former Nikanor Residents, off limits to all but that player Chaos Quarters (a different door to stairwell off main lobby) - OP/CoOP Rodney Bodkins (apartment off the utility corridor, access via back of Building) - Swith (NPC) The Biogarden, Lab and FUBAR (Neste's old apartment off the utility corridor) Swith/Cer Am (apartment off the utility corridor) - NPC The Warren - haunt of the NPC Priests, Opa (Agy), Adrastus (NPC) Deader: on 1st somewhere 2A NVE's old apartment 2B Bones & Co - Bones 2C Marcus Usseio (Naomi's old apartment) - Swith 2D Giovenith, Willow - Gio 2E Dora, Luce, Chrys, Dia - Tilt 2F Sterling Venture - NA (Lykos) 2G Cuisine and MB - Tilt 2H Hanselmann "Hans" Fleischer-Schaefer and Chrys - Swith/Tilt 2J Brit - Mon 2K Nick - Fvaar 2L Sandy and Amanda Bela - Slo 3A Ocho Hobart Ono and Nila Trilb - Cer/Swith 3B Otonako Irizari - Cat 3C Venla the Bold - NA (Lykos) 3D Septimus Itum and Neste Trilb - Agy/Swth 3E Dan Foster - Min 3F Mezran, Son of Jag'oth, of the House of StoH'raQ - Min 3G General Romulus Aphrodisiac - Ched 3H Macy - Storm 3J Kale Merilin - Carly 3K Julia Harker - Altito 3L Henry Lawson - Sal The 4th floor vanished quite some time ago. It is generally believed that it went on vacation in Aruba. HOSPITAL, HOLOSUITES AND MAGICAL TRAINING AREAS occupy 5th floor 6A Mepsidadelti "Meps" Heltamip - Swith 6B Rmwtyliin Fvvarniimalasaakuuliia - Fvaar 6C Maghrl’laundersando’tamil’reumaur - NA (Lykos) 6D Kwa'a Bhewehg - Fvaar 6E vacant 6F Nivea A'delvi - Ched 6G Sakarias - NA (Lykos) 6H Sozewe Oumech - Torsii 6J vacant 6K Oecammi Ret Ata-EE - Min 6L vacant 7A vacant 7B Deuce - Cer 7C Wren Usseio - Swith (NPC) 7D Myra Bones - Swith 7E Chaos 7F something weird 7G vacant 7H vacant 7J vacant 7K vacant 7L vacant 8A Guild House 8B Hunter Evans - Min 8C Something mysterious. 8D Raptor House 8E Volker the Front Desk Cultist - NPC 8F Nikolai-Pietr Firsov - Min 8G Jonathan and Caroline Davenport NVE/Swith 8H Colonel Fluffy - Min 8J Luxan Quarters (Primordial, Insidious, Aegis) - Prim 8K Xanthe and Blythe - Swith 8L Velocidoctor - NVE 9A Stephen - NVE 9B vacant 9C vacant 9D vacant 9E vacant 9F vacant 9G vacant 9H vacant 9J Reserved 9K vacant 9L vacant 10A vacant 10B vacant 10C vacant 10D vacant 10E vacant 10F vacant 10G vacant 10H vacant 10J vacant 10K vacant 19L vacant 11A vacant 11B vacant 11C vacant 11D vacant 11E vacant 11F vacant 11G vacant 11H vacant 11J vacant 11K vacant 11L vacant If your character isn't on this list, please let me know. 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