Registry for all the Universes*

𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔡𝔰𝔱 𝔤𝔬 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔥, 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔶𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔢 𝔛𝔛𝔛𝔛, 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢 00000000011, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔡𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔷𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢 𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔢, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔢𝔞, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔡𝔦𝔡𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔞𝔶, “𝔒𝔦, 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔟𝔲𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔢,” 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔢 𝔴𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔡𝔰𝔱, 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔠𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔢 𝔟𝔶𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔨𝔢𝔰, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢 𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰 𝔲𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔭𝔢𝔡, 𝔬𝔥 𝔫𝔬, 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢 𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔫𝔢, 𝔦𝔤𝔫𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔟𝔦𝔱, 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔦𝔣𝔫'𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢, 𝔬𝔥 𝔫𝔬, 𝔦𝔱'𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔶 𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔶𝔪𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔟, 𝔬𝔥 𝔶𝔢𝔰, 𝔡𝔢𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢, 𝔴𝔥𝔶𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔰𝔱 ℑ 𝔩𝔦𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔢?

A bit of a rubbish universe, all things considered. Needless to say, we didn’t stay long. 

[The character of Jenny Everywhere is available for use by anyone, with only one condition. This paragraph must be included in any publication involving Jenny Everywhere, in order that others may use this property as they wish. All rights reversed.]

This universe is in a state of continual quantum flux, and hence deducing anything about its existence is rather difficult. No sooner had we discovered that its main thing was being full of monkeys whizzing around in rather antiquated technology, then they discovered time travel, erased their entire history, and suddenly it was a giant library run by post-avians in rather revealing togas. And then they got into a War with a rather nebulous and sort of qlippothic Enemy, and suddenly Chaos was unleashed, and it turned into a rather large, ornate china bathtub. It was at this point that we decided that we needed to establish better rules for how to catalogue these things. 

[At the universe’s request, this entry has been removed from the database]

Lovely one for walks, rather small. Watch out for the giant, planet-engulfing dinosaur, though, he can get a bit cranky.  

This universe is not technically a universe at all, but a small minnow named Phil. It was misclassified in 128962 PH due a malfunction in the scanning mechanism, and the fault was never corrected. When queried on his newfound status as a universe, Phil put out the following statement: “Blub.”

The realm of the lost socks. Scientists believe that this is where all the socks that people lose over time disappear to. After drifting through the void for a period of many years, they eventually end up here. It is theorised that there is some sort of magnetic impulse that acts solely on socks, and on socks alone.

Currently inhabited entirely by the French. The multiversal travel authorities advise that potential visitors to this universe should go elsewhere.

Bit dark, full of eldritch demons. (Not to be confused with the Second Universe, which is also a bit dark and full of eldritch demons.)

Magwyr, alternatively known as Manwyr, centre of the universe as defined by this book, home of the Magwyr, place where they hold all the big important meetings.