You open your eyes. The world is grey and blurred. You get up unsteadily, looking around your unfamiliar surroundings. You appear to be standing in a construction site, unfinished buildings and broken scaffolding framing a city in the far distance. You look down at yourself. You stare at something unfamiliar. You realise with a jolt that you can't remember anything. Who are you? How did you get here? You don't know. Your mind is as messy and bleak as the site you stand in. Your head spinning, you stumble off, horribly aware of the eyes boring into you from the darkness.
Welcome to the Site, a psychological horror thread inspired(roughly) by the PICO-8 game Under Construction. Lore will be revealed as people explore more.
RULES:
Avoid explicit material of all kinds- Gore, sexual stuff, excessive profanity, the like. Don't be mean OOC, and try to avoid being mean in character too. You can have rivalries, but don't take them too far, yeah? Listen to the mods: Me, myself and I. (others may be added if they wish!) DO NOT FORCE COMBAT ON OTHER PLAYERS. Make sure to gain consent from the other party before starting any sort of combat. And, mind you, death is very permanent, and very painful. Put 'Construction' into your first post so mods know you've read the rules.
CHARACTER CREATION: You can play anything, really. The thing that ties all people on the Site together is their memory; or more accurately, lack of it. From the moment your character appears, they remember nothing of their past life, retaining only their body, sanity, and personality. Character sheets/stat blocks are almost entirely for PVP so don't be pressed to make them. If you do, max level/CR is 5 for max level and 4 for CR.
SETTING:
The Site in an ancient and abandoned construction site. What was being built is unknown. The surface is covered with the skeleton of a town, unfinished houses, stores and warehouses forming a brutal and unsettling landscape. Everything is monochrome, and lit by a moon that eternally hangs in the sky at a 30 degree angle to the ground, casting many areas in shadow. While on the surface, there is always a feeling like your being watched. You never see anyone, or anything, but that feeling is always there. Sometimes up here you come across something different; a patch of sharp metal spikes jutting from a surface, dripping with something red. This is the only colour you'll find on the surface. These spikes are only one of the many dangers of the Site.
There are many shafts and holes in the ground littered around the Site. Going down leads you into a vast system of tunnels called the Catacombs. Here you'll find shelter from the Eyes, and small villages of other people like you. The Catacombs provide their own dangers, however, and even down here, you're never truly alone.
More will be revealed as your journey continues. Good luck.
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If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
*We shall construct great edifices, such that their spires touch the stars.
Looks awesome!*
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Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream, waits at the window Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door—who is it for?
*We shall construct great edifices, such that their spires touch the stars.
Looks awesome!*
*Thanks!*
*I have a good feeling that you just dropped a reference that I don't understand*
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If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
*We shall construct great edifices, such that their spires touch the stars.
Looks awesome!*
*Thanks!*
*I have a good feeling that you just dropped a reference that I don't understand*
*Nope I made that up*
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Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream, waits at the window Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door—who is it for?
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...
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You open your eyes.
The world is grey and blurred. You get up unsteadily, looking around your unfamiliar surroundings. You appear to be standing in a construction site, unfinished buildings and broken scaffolding framing a city in the far distance.
You look down at yourself. You stare at something unfamiliar. You realise with a jolt that you can't remember anything.
Who are you? How did you get here? You don't know. Your mind is as messy and bleak as the site you stand in.
Your head spinning, you stumble off, horribly aware of the eyes boring into you from the darkness.
Welcome to the Site, a psychological horror thread inspired(roughly) by the PICO-8 game Under Construction. Lore will be revealed as people explore more.
RULES:
Avoid explicit material of all kinds- Gore, sexual stuff, excessive profanity, the like.
Don't be mean OOC, and try to avoid being mean in character too. You can have rivalries, but don't take them too far, yeah?
Listen to the mods: Me, myself and I. (others may be added if they wish!)
DO NOT FORCE COMBAT ON OTHER PLAYERS. Make sure to gain consent from the other party before starting any sort of combat. And, mind you, death is very permanent, and very painful.
Put 'Construction' into your first post so mods know you've read the rules.
CHARACTER CREATION:
You can play anything, really. The thing that ties all people on the Site together is their memory; or more accurately, lack of it. From the moment your character appears, they remember nothing of their past life, retaining only their body, sanity, and personality.
Character sheets/stat blocks are almost entirely for PVP so don't be pressed to make them. If you do, max level/CR is 5 for max level and 4 for CR.
SETTING:
The Site in an ancient and abandoned construction site. What was being built is unknown.
The surface is covered with the skeleton of a town, unfinished houses, stores and warehouses forming a brutal and unsettling landscape. Everything is monochrome, and lit by a moon that eternally hangs in the sky at a 30 degree angle to the ground, casting many areas in shadow.
While on the surface, there is always a feeling like your being watched. You never see anyone, or anything, but that feeling is always there.
Sometimes up here you come across something different; a patch of sharp metal spikes jutting from a surface, dripping with something red. This is the only colour you'll find on the surface. These spikes are only one of the many dangers of the Site.
There are many shafts and holes in the ground littered around the Site. Going down leads you into a vast system of tunnels called the Catacombs. Here you'll find shelter from the Eyes, and small villages of other people like you. The Catacombs provide their own dangers, however, and even down here, you're never truly alone.
More will be revealed as your journey continues. Good luck.
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
*Construction! Looks cool!*
he/they
the art in my pfp is not mine!!!
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3
*My obscure game knowledge comes in clutch*
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
*We shall construct great edifices, such that their spires touch the stars.
Looks awesome!*
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream, waits at the window
Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door—who is it for?
*Thanks!*
*I have a good feeling that you just dropped a reference that I don't understand*
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
*Nope I made that up*
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream, waits at the window
Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door—who is it for?
*What a wonderful construction!*
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...*this construction is most cool, I will begin stormbraining. FAHHH!!*
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
*Should I make a char with the Weretiger stat block?*
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...