A dream has appeared somewhere on the outer edges of the known Dreamsphere.
A rolling, beautiful field, where there is no war, no hate, no fear. Only peace and prosperity.
The sun shines high in the sky, the clouds create whimsical shapes. Where there is light, there is life.
The creatures speak of the legendary Cultivator, the Dreamer who created their reality, and, even now, some Dreamers speak of him too.
The native inhabitants include
The Pumpkin Heads, a towering workforce whom construct and farm in the name of The Cultivator
and The Kleybrich, a stouter, softer folk whom could not want for anything. They are colorless malleable people-shaped things.
At the heart of The Fields of The Sun lies a small, rustic village, with a general store, a church, and a few houses.
Littered through out are stonehenge-like constructions accompanied by the pumpkin heads whom built them.
Large earthworms slither and graze on the grass around the field,s sitting unbothered and content.
And, of course, a singular tree that stands tall against the earth. A proud symbol of Cultivation.
(any world events in relation to the internet will be marked as such).
After the Dreamers' escapades, The Internet inside the Dreamsphere is now partly functional. Connections and chatrooms are now open to anyone with a functional computer, as well as website browsing and perhaps more.
(if you'd like to investigate The Internet, i or another judge will run a move.)
In other news, The Glass City is now accessible by finding a bench in the Hub marked with 'GC' and sleeping on it.
After making their way through the nightmare, the layer of fog that obscured the larger surface of the Dreamsphere has dissappeared.
There now exists a hub area (for those of you without the Outsider condition) that you may visit which can serve as a backdrop for several things such as Moves or Hustles, as well as a store where you can accquire mundane objects.
The Dreamsphere's 'Community' is quite small and undiscovered, finding another (non-player) dreamer is difficult, leaving most buildings empty.
This hub is the bridge between worlds which allows you to visit other Dreamer's hubs, usually via finding them randomly.
You find that the internet does not work here, nor will your electronics (computers, phones, the like), written correspondence or physical communication seems to be the only way of speaking, as of now.
In due time, this world will expand beyond your wildest dreams, i'm sure of it.
On March 14, 2018, a little-known company named Gen-Wyld announced FDA approval for a groundbreaking procedure to enhance a patient’s primary and secondary sexual characteristics using gene therapy. The company was an overnight success.
Shortly thereafter, they introduced a suite of gene-altering body modification procedures that allowed patients to make dramatic aesthetic changes to their bodies by gene-splicing “non-human” anatomy. Those daring (and wealthy) enough can now add cuttlefish pigmentation to their skin, sport a pair of fox ears, and even add a functional tail. While rare, these so-called “modders” draw plenty of hate from conservative communities.
Thanks to their revolutionary procedures, Gen-Wyld is now a household name. Norman Carlson, Gen-Wyld’s chief evangelist, recently announced the company is in the trial phase for a groundbreaking treatment for diabetes.
Yet despite their success, a shroud of secrecy surrounds Gen-Wyld. Their no-patent policy obscures the secrets of their procedures from the public eye. Financial experts claim that Gen-Wyld is run less like a traditional business and more like an NGO with some specific, unknown objective.
Some claim that they will not stop until humanity has been reduced to monstrous slaves and that Gen-Wyld’s board of directors will install themselves as inhuman overlords of the new world order.
However, until the true secrets behind Gen-Wyld are discovered, the genetic biotech firm will continue to grow, develop, and progress its grand designs.