Play as the spirits haunting an apartment building, find what the hell is going on with the landlord and just make everyone confused.
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By ghostly essence, what do you mean?
I am also curious, like people can feel more easily that something is wrong? There's ectoplasma flying around Danny Phantom style? There's ghosts coming from the outside. The veil between death and life is thinnier? People can see more easily you guys?
This means we can add 4 other votes that another player has already made to our vote, right?Meaning each player gets to author one act, and support four other acts not authored by them
Currently no, feel free to make one.
I mean yes, but like I said this doesnt matter much this turn since all Acts immediatly pass this turn.This means we can add 4 other votes that another player has already made to our vote, right?
This is okay, also whats up with you guys and closets? It's the Narnia effect?
Question: So as you manifest, do you do something? Or are you just chilling?
That ain't going to stop me from doing it anyway!I mean yes, but like I said this doesnt matter much this turn since all Acts immediatly pass this turn.
Go away from my closet!
Will do!
He has arrived.Well, you know what I am going to do, @Ghost in the sun
Go away from my closet!
[X] God of the Closet
I am the God of the Closet, and my domain resides within an obscure, scarcely remembered room. This forgotten enclave is nestled inconspicuously on the ground floor, veiled by a small cabinet that conceals its entrance, seamlessly blending with the surrounding walls.
In my wisdom, I fashioned a labyrinth constructed from distorted replicas of the original closet. The doorway may lead to this realm at my command or if an outsider possesses the ability to traverse through magic. Yet, being a cunning deity, I deemed it unnecessary to expend my powers on conjuring space and materials from nothingness. Instead, I extracted the additional rooms needed for the maze from moments in the past when they remained sealed away, known only to me. No harm befell the timeline as I transplanted these rooms into the present for my grand creation. The other versions of myself within these rooms exist merely as fragments of my own being, as they are derived from memories of the past. Thus, a perpetual time loop ensues, perpetuating the expansion of the present by harvesting rooms from various instances in the past. I pluck a room from a second ago, then half a second ago, and onwards, for every fleeting moment possesses its own dedicated chamber. Only a time traveler, venturing back in time, would discover that the door leads to a solid wall, for I have pilfered the closet from that precise moment in time when no one had yet opened it.
However, I still require original objects to populate my domain. Should someone remove an item from the closet, all prior iterations of that object vanish, assimilating into the most recent version that was taken outside. Hence, I perpetually seek out abandoned, forgotten, or intriguing possessions to orchestrate their sudden disappearance. And if, by some extraordinary means, you were to find yourself entrapped within my maze, I would chuckle mischievously and inquire, "What precious item did you lose to venture into my kingdom?"