"Well damn, homie. That sucks. Wanna talk about it? C'mon, have a beer."
The war has gone on for centuries, and nobody even knows what started it. Madness reigns as the factories churn out flesh monstrosities and weapons of mass destruction. Smog chokes the skies and slop fills the water, warping life into hideous forms, which will be devoured only due to the scarcity of food, all while the business owners and nobles lounge in the comfort and excess brought by the horrors of this world. What even caused this horror?
The Age of Gods is fast approaching an end, but they refuse to let it die. The Age of Monsters has been put off for centuries, and the Basilisks grow restless and impatient. The Gods grow weak and feeble, unable to sleep lest they let the Monsters begin their reign. The Gods are losing their hold on the world. Many of them have died in their vain attempts to permanently end the Cycle. But the Turning Point is approaching.
No one knows how long the world will last. The anxiety filled the populace for centuries, doomsayers pronounced the terrors of the people in any way they could, and humanity turned to the Basilisks for safety and salvation. The Basilisk Priests were taught the art of Flesh Alchemy, a type of magic that could allow humans to survive the apocalypse through self-alteration. Of course, the road to hell is paved with good intentions, or in this case, human flesh...
Welcome to MÖRK BORG. Fasten your seatbelts, kids, you're in for a wild ride.
The war has gone on for centuries, and nobody even knows what started it. Madness reigns as the factories churn out flesh monstrosities and weapons of mass destruction. Smog chokes the skies and slop fills the water, warping life into hideous forms, which will be devoured only due to the scarcity of food, all while the business owners and nobles lounge in the comfort and excess brought by the horrors of this world. What even caused this horror?
The Age of Gods is fast approaching an end, but they refuse to let it die. The Age of Monsters has been put off for centuries, and the Basilisks grow restless and impatient.
The Gods grow weak and feeble, unable to sleep lest they let the Monsters begin their reign. The Gods are losing their hold on the world. Many of them have died in their vain attempts to permanently end the Cycle. But the Turning Point is approaching.
No one knows how long the world will last. The anxiety filled the populace for centuries, doomsayers pronounced the terrors of the people in any way they could, and humanity turned to the Basilisks for safety and salvation. The Basilisk Priests were taught the art of Flesh Alchemy, a type of magic that could allow humans to survive the apocalypse through self-alteration. Of course, the road to hell is paved with good intentions, or in this case, human flesh...
Welcome to MÖRK BORG. Fasten your seatbelts, kids, you're in for a wild ride.
Rules can be found here.
State your readiness in the comments below. This will be a dark comedy/horror game.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Note: This is going to be a short PBP, and I plan on modifying the rules to be more fair.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
I gave the website a look over, seems epic actually. I would be very interested.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Yay!
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
*I can't access the rules :.]*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
They're easy as hell to learn. I'll add you to the preparation PM if you'd be willing to have me explain them to you,
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Welcome to the game!
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Please and thank you.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Awesome!
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels