Oloros (suddenly Male, with masculine urgings and an elephantine nose) moves from the Sludge Showers to the Warrens, following the siren song of Gallavanting Tripper. It does not disturb him that this allure seems to effect only him as he travels through the Genomic Hub, oblivious to the other Creatures, and the Stone Circle, pausing not to lose himself in the shadows, on the way to the low Warrens to Mate with GT
proposal = Use of Black Cats, Broken Mirrors, Dead Chickens, Voodoo Dolls or any other fate changing devices and/or methodologies is strictly prohibited.
proposal = Rule 35: The name of the nomic game is : The Curvature of my Spine is Overwhelmed by Local Aneasthetic Nomic.
proposal = Change rule 11 to state that: The King, or any other ruling body within the society to which the current Poobah resides, is a fink.
I dunno, Flunkie, the game I played wasn't anything like that. Was it fun? It was interesting, it was intellectually stimulating and sometimes compelling.
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