#aschimos

PMDA as a setting is richly rooted in cosmic horror. It tackles the ideas of the separation of life and death, the incomprehensible nature of beings like Giratina, and the cycles that bind the world, from that of life and death to those of abuse, familial trauma, and control. While it is rooted in cosmic horror, the story generally has our heroes overcoming these things and more through the bonds they share with each other, forging a new cycle as they destroy the old, piece by piece, to create a better future for a world that ought not to have one at all.

I'm not worried, the lid was on tight, but I am worried for whoever goes into the Magnagate first that their going to encounter some horrific yeast demon or a really doughy floor while doing resource retrieval.

The yellow plants that grow outside of the guild are food. You can literally just pull the seeds out, grind them up into dust, mix the dust with water, cover it in berry sauce and cheese, and cook it. Riptide calls it "Pizza", some kind of Ancient, er, Human meal. You can also kinda just put whatever else on there during the sauce and cheese part, if it wont cause problems in the oven. I've put us on a Union-Mandated Lunch Break™ for a few days (Flare and Riptide were really exhausted from the past few weeks, and Minus wasn't too far behind) and we're making SO MUCH lunch. There's enough for the whole guild. As we were making 'em i figured out that you could fold it over before you cook it if you make em a little smaller, and it's great for if you don't have anything to cut it up with. @omensfromaschimos, I've had some sent to your room cause you guys usually aren't around during dinner.

Nihility.

I would investigate, but I'm technically grounded right now. I'm supposed to "Go frolic in a field of flowers like a good Fairy child." Like, I'm not even supposed to be typing on my computer right now. I'm pressing down the keys with pure psychic power. It's surprisingly difficult, honestly.

Okay okay, I should iterate that the guy running 24 hour shifts was Bell, the Bronzong. He literally signed up for them during the festival rush cause the normal group who'd be doing gate duty, organised by drawing straws, were out harvesting before the winter set in. Bell was pulling three 24 hour shifts back to back and while he was "tired" it was more boredom than actual exhaustion.

Perhaps, It is more mortal than we know.

I might work out how to use PMDO's engine and make it really sing for this someday.