Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the show! You’re early for your regularly scheduled Apocalypse, which means you can unfortunately still do something about it, but don’t worry! The clock’s tick-tock-ticking, the City’s painted red (is it blood or liquorice today?), and the living, dead, and living-dead of several worlds are already dancing attendance!
Today’s specialty curse comes with the Deity Chef’s recommendation of "Dance, little puppets, dance!" You’ve got other plans, you say? Terrible, terrible, well, you thought you did. This performance bars attempts to exit.
Lost, you say? Found, we answer. And all you need to know about how, when, and why you ended up here in your very own customized hellhole is that all answers come to those who (live to) wait.
Just settle with a network device linking you to a very merry bunch of often perfect strangers. Settle with the grinding tick in your head. Settle with the wards constricting your abilities. Settle with knowing nothing about anything. Settle with a calendar of days when you’ll do things you wish you didn’t remember in the morning. Have some popcorn.
Multi-fandom RP placed in the great trap-city of... City, cracktastic or tragic one-day ‘curse’ events that affect its reluctant residents, a pantheon of poseur deities that really need a raise, (in)effective Wardens trying to keep the peace one tyrant at a time, too much of the supernatural on everyone’s doorstep, the janitor on aisle 3, and hopefully, your character.
[ALL ROADS LEAD TO THE FAQ; it explains everything.]