Randomization: The freshmaker
(Public) Laughing Bear Alhambra says, “I’ve already gotten fresh three times! I’m fresh enough.”
Similar Posts
31 Days of OtherSpace No. 3: Years
ByWesThe years did not used to matter at all. In her youth, Comorro had hung low above the sun-smeared horizon of Lotor in a distant age when that planet still had a sky and remained intact. Back then, the most advanced inhabitants of that world swung by their tails from tree to tree, chewing on…
Glorq acquires SYNTHLIFE
ByWesKJERNKOR, HEKAYT PRIME – Tech giant Glorq, based in Kjernkor, has acquired the popular SYNTHLIFE data network. SYNTHLIFE is known primarily for its broad array of virtual experience simulators. Its most popular – and profitable – tend to be sexual in nature. Glorq, provider of data search services throughout the known worlds of the Ancient…
Sivad
ByWesEdward Sivad is the founding father of the planet Sivad, a colony world of the Stellar Consortium. He, along with a number of others, purchased, outfitted, and launched the colony vessel S.S. Margaret Thatcher, which landed at Enaj on the tropical world that would become Sivad on Nov. 17, 2560. Some historians now believe his…
Classic OtherSpace Log: Choices
ByWesThe Consortium Council gathers to discuss recent events, ranging from developments on Demaria to the capture of the shadowtrappers menacing Centauri to Ist’thol’mek’s application for Consortium membership. Council Chambers This is the Consortium Council Offical Chambers, where all of the Consortium’s important decisions are made. The room is centered around a large, black, ovular confrence…
OtherSpace Flashback: Roleplaying Cookbook
ByWesSome words of advice about generating RP, from a decade or so ago. Still applicable, in most cases! You should never have an excuse to complain that there’s nothing to do. As long as there are two people online within reasonably close IC distance of each other (and, of course, an IC excuse to get…
31 Days of OtherSpace No. 14: The Zealot’s Gift
ByWes“I apologize, but the answer remains an unqualified no.” The dark-robed Opodian peered up over his blunt furred snout at the pudgy human who stood before the gilded entrance of the Great Temple of Ope’mot. “Are you quite certain?” the gray-haired man inquired, shoving a handful of carrots toward the temple’s gatekeeper. “I offer a…