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Fallen London Memories Competition

Hannah Flynn Administrator Posts: 491 1/11/2020	Ten years is a long time, and we’ve seen you get up to all sorts of inventive and unexpected things across the decade - but there’s plenty we must have missed! Share your memories of the Neath for the chance to win a completely exclusive prize. Submit your memories in any format you like (written, drawn, baked, crafted, photographed - as you please!) and our favourite in each of the following categories will win a [REDACTED] Companion for their Fallen London character! Worst Idea of the Decade: What’s the foolhardiest thing your character has ever done? Most Characterful Affectation: What’s unusual about your character and their lifestyle? Best Headcanon of the Decade: What’s clearly true, according to you? Co-Operative Play of the Decade: What has another player done for you that’s made your day? (Both of you will receive a [REDACTED] Companion if you win.) Real Life Memory of the Decade: How has the Neath had an effect on your Surface life? You can enter via the dedicated channel on our Discord, this thread, or via email to replies@failbettergames.com. Written entries may be a maximum of 300 words long. Entries in any other format can be accompanied with up to 100 words of explanatory text. The competition is open internationally, and will close on 10 February 2020 at noon GMT. Here are the full terms and conditions. Good luck! edited by h4nchan on 1/11/2020 -- Wields the news canon, aboard the hype train.
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Elizabeth Lynnette Posts: 11 1/22/2020	Real Life Memory of the Decade Through Fallen London, I was able to meet my fiancé. The first time we talked, it was around Hallowmas 1892 (2014). I saw Hammond’s post in this forum and I decided to reach out to him. He accepted my calling card and we got to talking. Before we know it, we were talking almost everyday. He's also the first person I have ever roleplayed with. As our characters fell in love, so did we in real life. On the Feast of Rose of 1893, he confessed that he fell in love with me (not just in-character). I was already very much in love with him by then, I was so delighted to know that he felt the same way! In 2016, he flew to my country to visit me, and that was when he proposed to me in-person. We recently celebrated our 5th year anniversary in December. Everytime someone asked either of us how did we meet, we'd always say "Fallen London"! Our love story started from FL, and it still plays a big part in our lives even to this day. It's where we share our stories and surprised each other with in-game gifts every now and then. I can’t thank Failbetter and the lovely team behind it enough, who made FL what it is now. Without it, we wouldn’t have been able to meet - separated across oceans and continents as we were, with only one thing that we happen to share, which is FL. I’m so glad that we met through this game. I’m so thankful to have him in my life, and I treasure these past five years that we have been together; the words that we shared, the story that we build together. And I wouldn’t change it for the whole world. ❤️ -- https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Elizabeth%20Lynnette
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chiche Posts: 50 1/11/2020	You will see a terrible essay with these strange grammars and phrases. In this regard, I want to say sorry in advance. I am from China, and I have only been in Fallenlondon for only three months. Compared to "fallenlondon", I have been in "sunless sea" for a longer time, about 3 years. In China, "sunless sea" was once dubbed the Sea of IELTS because it contains a lot of unusual words. Everyone knows that this is an excellent game, but language barriers have blocked these curious new players. I was forced to row a shabby "English" boat, wandering lonely on the ocean full of "eccentric words". Benefiting from a delicious friend, it took him about two years to produce the Chinese translation version of sunless sea by himself. This makes the game "sunless sea" more known in China. Some new players of the sunless sea eventually joined the wonderful world of "fallenlondon". I want to nominate this player for "Co-Operative Play of the Decade", but unfortunately this player is no longer active. At least on the Chinese forum, he has not spoken for a long time. Therefore, I would like to nominate those translators who speak different languages. With their love for fallenlondon, they will tell the stories in fallenlondon to more people in their own language. Let more people touch this beautiful world. --------- Just now, I learned the account of the producer of the Chinese version of "sunless sea". This is his account page: https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/DrCloud Whether or not he is still playing this game, I will nominate him. edited by chiche on 1/13/2020 -- -->Kacher, a headstrong, arbitrary lady She life is spent in the pursuit of pleasure https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/kacher
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enail Posts: 8 1/11/2020	Hannah Flynn wrote: Real Life Memory of the Decade: How has the Neath had an effect on your Surface life? Oof, this is a little hard to write. Around the time that I started playing Fallen London, something went wrong with my foot. Through nearly two years of frantic visits to specialist after specialist, struggling through endless physiotherapy desperately straining to see improvements, and wearing myself out hobbling around on crutches, eternally sweaty, exhausted and dischevelled, Fallen London distracted and entertained me, let me step out of my stressful, discouraging situation and into its strange world of mystery to go racing across roof-tops in the Flit. Since then, adjusting to a permanent disability and the constant pain and inability to concentrate that goes with it, Fallen London's kept on giving me glimmers of magic and excitement, in bite-sized pieces that work perfectly for hours of restless flipping through browser tabs looking for a moment outside of myself. I've lost much of my ability to enjoy reading books - the basic act of reading feels like walking through murky water now - Fallen London's short-but-incredibly-engaging snippets showed me that I still love stories, and given me a path back towards finding them through the murky water. This is all pretty maudlin and melodramatic, but things are okay for me now, and I think it's probably time I go ahead and be a little melodramatic in order to thank Failbetter and Fallen London for helping me get there. So, thanks, all of you! You've made something wonderful and I am very grateful for it. edited by enail on 1/11/2020
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Amalgamate Posts: 435 1/13/2020	My headcanon: the Great Game doesn't exist. I don't mean the spies are illusions. I know there are clearly spies; they spy on each other, infiltrate places, expose and assassinate rival spies. But the whole thing is headless - the spymasters have long since moved on. Now it's a huge multinational multidimensional apparatus just running with no purpose and no goal. And because the goals were shrouded in mystery to begin with, nobody realizes! The Game goes endless layers deep. Spies pass messages, but to pass on messages they have to set up dead drops and secret codes, and they have to pass messages to do those things. Spies want influence and want to infiltrate positions of power, but to do that they have to eliminate rival spies, and deny their rivals influence and power. To do that they pass messages, and packages. And the brilliant part is - it's all self-sustaining. Even if a spymaster realizes he has no important mission, they naturally assume OTHER spymasters DO have important missions, so they set out spies to infiltrate their network and figure that mission out, intercept their messages and dead drops. And to do that, they have to protect their own spies, from rivals doing the same thing. Go to Wilmots End and play. You'll see. -- http://www.fallenlondon.com/Profile/amalgamate Social invitations of all kinds welcome, especially games of chess and deadly sparring! Also happy to help with nightmares, send sips of Cider, and plant battle.
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Catherine Raymond Posts: 2518 1/13/2020	My Entry for Real Life Memory of the Decade When I started playing Fallen London (probably at the end of 2009 if phyrne's information is correct), I had a good job as an attorney with a medium-sized law firm. In 2012, I was laid off, because the firm's client base had diminished to the point where the firm did not have sufficient work for me to do. That loss affected me very hard, particularly because I'm in late middle age, and it's difficult in America to get accepted into another law firm at that age if you don't have clients of your own (which I did not). Over the past seven years, I have been practicing on my own, attempting to build a client base, or at least a steady flow of law work, with spotty success at best. The process has taken a toll on both my morale and my health. Fallen London was one of the few bright spots remaining in my daily routine. I visited as much to interact with people in game and on the forums as to actually play. For me, it was (and is) a place where "everybody knows my name," and that has been very important to me. Players have come and gone, but I've made new friends over the years too. Thank you, Failbetter, for the community you support; it has made my life less gray than it otherwise would have been. -- Cathy Raymond http://fallenlondon.com/Profile/cathyr19355 Catherine Raymond aka Mrs. Rykar Malkus http://fallenlondon.com/Profile/Catherine%20Raymond (Gone NORTH)
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Hannah Flynn Administrator Posts: 491 2/17/2020	Fallen London Memories Competition Winners Thank you, everyone, for entering this competition. What an absolute treat it’s been for us, and a fitting celebration of these last ten years. We didn’t expect to receive quite the volume and breadth of entries that we did, and it’s been possibly the hardest community competition ever to judge. I’ve shared the entries with the team, and we all have enjoyed looking over them so much! The written entries have been some of the finest we’ve ever had, both in and out of character. Many players entered just to tell us what Fallen London meant to them, specifying that they weren’t thinking they’d win. So lovely, and emblematic of the kind and thoughtful community you are. I’d also like to give special mention to everyone who cooked, drew or spoke their entries, you complete wild cards! Thank you, thank you. We present the winners, who will each receive a new Fallen London companion. The companion’s nature is redacted, but I’m sure they’ll reveal it to you all in due course! (We’ll follow up with the winners over the next few days to confirm exactly which character they wish to receive the companion, as they’ll be bestowed manually.) Most Characterful Affectation So many of these made us laugh ruefully, or shake our heads in bemusement. You all really are a creative bunch. But we particularly enjoyed the story which accompanied this admission of being utterly addicted to a certain kind of sunlight. Congratulations to Discord member paracelsus! Their entry: "The darkness of the Neath was something Reinol von Lorica had never learned to embrace. It was relaxing and calm, yet eerie. Candles and lamps could only drive it away for so long and could never match the comforts of true sunlight. He longed for the days of the past, lost. He longed to wander the fields under the sun and the sky. He longed to know what it was like to truly be alive again. It was fortunate that there happened to be a way that tended to his needs. Every once in a while, after making a quick trip to a certain establishment in Veilgarden, Reinol would retreat to a hidden section of his mirror’d suite. He would breathe shakily, and produce a little wooden box stamped with pictures of the sun. And then, he would open- -glorious light fills the room! In that single moment, he is not in the deep and dark cavern of the Neath but on the bright Surface! He would stand, aimlessly losing himself in bitter nostalgia, whisking himself away to memory. Fondly would the low, grassy, plains be remembered. The feeling of sunlight upon skin, the wind blowing through hair. A moment of perfection, pure bliss. When it ends, he would smile and laugh, his age seemingly wearing away. He would shake his head sadly and leave the room. Perhaps a walk would cheer him up once more. And as he would leave his lodgings, he would sigh, and stare up at the silver moon above. A Touch of the Upstairs About You: 100" Worst Idea of the Decade You won’t be surprised to learn that there were SO MANY potential winners in this category. You all are up to terrible things, constantly. But one entry stood out from its very first sentence. Congratulations, TheThirdPolice! Best Co-op Play of the Decade It was very touching to hear so many stories of players supporting - or enabling?? - one another! But one entry stood out as a perfect encapsulation of Fallen London at its best: two people meet by chance, and through random circumstances set off a chain of roleplay events which culminate in the writing of an entire text-based game as a story finale, and only after that do they find out anything about one another IRL. Congratulations to Jean Gulberg and Dude Guy, both of whom will receive a companion! This one was from Discord, so I'll cross-post it here: "About three years ago, when I had a different character, Allexander DeGaulle, I began roleplaying with another player by the name of Dude Guy. Due to problems with my google account, I decided to deactivate my character and start from scratch with a new one, Jean Gulberg. This meant I had to reconnect with all my former contacts, but I didn’t know how to explain this in-character to Dude Guy (with whom I had previously exchanged many social actions), so I made up a story about how Jean was an old friend of DeGaulle who came to the Neath to investigate his “mysterious disappearance”. What started as a simple excuse quickly spiralled out into a fully-fledged story, which we both made up as we went along, featuring (but not limited to): a mysterious black box stolen from a Benthic Professor, an intrusive doppelganger of my friend, premonitory dreams, multiple alternate realities, the possession of my body, and a secret society that threatened all of London. Most of the fun, however, came from our interesting social interactions. For example, my friend would send me an innocuous message asking to play chess, but hidden inside was a secret code that I would have to decipher to further the plot, and then I’d reply in kind. We also wove in official events, such as the election of the Jovial Contrarian, whom we decided was the head of our secret evil society. This culminated in me making a browser text game for him that served as a conclusion to the story (which is still available here: https://bit.ly/2GlbhXc ). Afterwards, we decided it was finally time to know more about each other and begun talking on Discord. FL basically kickstarted our entire friendship." Headcanon of the Decade What really appealed to us about this entry was its personal nature: the glimpse into a character’s life, and the utter finesse of its execution in the form of a comic. Every detail was wonderful, right down to the ink on Mr Pages’ sleeves! Congratulations, catsith00! Read the comic Real Life Memory of the Decade This was by turns a completely heart-warming and heart-wrenching category to judge. So many of you told us about how Fallen London has kept you going: how it helped you come out, overcome bereavement, or helped you realise you wanted to transition. We see all of you, and we appreciate you so much. We found it so hard to get down to a single entry, and so we took the advice of someone very wise, and looked to love. Congratulations to Hammond and Elizabeth Lynnette, who both entered their love story of meeting through Fallen London. Hammond is our winner, and in the spirit of love, you will both receive a companion. Winners, watch out for a message from me in the next couple of days! -- Wields the news canon, aboard the hype train.
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Winthropx Posts: 166 1/12/2020	For Co-Operative Play of the Decade, it’s not much, and it’s much more recent. But, it still mean a lot to me. I introduced my boyfriend to Fallen London. I’d been playing it for ~4 years, but never had anyone else to play it with. I talked it up to everyone of my friends. He was the first one to start playing it and he’s become obsessed. But, I’m nominating it because we use it to have virtual dates with each other. We use as many of the social actions we can to message each other and help each other. We have busy lives and don’t live together, so we don’t see each other too often. We’ve incorporated the Fallen London social aspect into our relationship so we can remind message each other and show that we love each other in every aspect of our lives. As is often said in Fallen London,”in all things look to love.” -- Bishop Winthrop, a kind-hearted soul A Paramount Presence I accept all social actions His Appearance http://community.failbettergames.com/topic9363-your-characters-appearances.aspx?messageid=229809&Page=10#post#post229809
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Lord Garuda Posts: 102 1/12/2020	I have OCD, and it can be hard for me to leave my home and interact with people. Fallen London gives me an opportunity to interact with other people, both on the forums and in game. I like to perform Social Actions and play a role, and the game lets me do both of these things with a generally positive group of people. There are plenty of things I like about the game, but I can never forget about the social aspect and the lifeline it gives me to the outside world. -- https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Cora%20Seacoale - A Correspondent working towards her Heart's Desire. https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Ronald%20Valente - A Rat-Catcher hunting the most dangerous prey.
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Jolanda Swan Posts: 1785 1/11/2020	Hannah Flynn wrote: Real Life Memory of the Decade: How has the Neath had an effect on your Surface life? So you are me, the Storyteller in a Changeling: the Lost Campaign which takes place in Victorian times. The PCs are people once abducted by the Fae, who returned to London forever changed. But of course Faerie calls to them, and no matter how much they dread it, they have to answer. So how do you, the storyteller, depict Faerie, a land made of dreams, nightmares and beautiful madness, when the campaign nears its end and the players inevitably have to re-enter the land that changed them into something other than human? You get inspiration from Fallen London of course, and Seeking in particular. Only one of your players is nine months pregnant. You warn everyone that they can stop the game if they are being uncomfortable, twice every session, but the FL storyworld proves too compelling. Nobody stops you, even when they eat their teeth and go down the well screaming. You play every week, sometimes for twelve hours straight. Everyone is shaken and everyone wants more. The baby is born six hours after the final session. The parents, having learned nothing, make you the Godmother and return a month after for another campaign. So this time, you base Faerie into the Sunless Skies. After all, the baby, your Godchild, came out fine. Save that it never, ever stops eating. edited by Jolanda Swan on 1/18/2020 -- Lover of all things beautiful, secret admirer of ugly truths, fond of the Parabola Sun... and always delighted to role play. http://fallenlondon.com/profile/Jolanda%20Swan
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Wren Posts: 30 1/13/2020	Congratulations to Fallen London! I’ve been playing for a little over 8 years and I still eagerly await the stories from my Exceptional Friendship. The lore hooked me and the captivating writing kept me. How has the Neath had an effect on your Surface life? It’s not a long story. Put simply, FL helped me come out as gay. I spent a lot of time playing and participating on the forums in the early days. The FL game makers and community were, and continue to be, one of the most supportive, nurturing, and accepting groups I’ve ever encountered on the internet. When the option to marry became available in the game, it presented me with a dilemma and brought to a head lots of things I had been grappling with internally. I vividly recall deciding to marry a male character. It sounds stupid now, but I remember sweating and shaking when I clicked my mouse and then getting a rush of terror, then satisfaction. It was a test-run, a tiny revelation, but a public one nevertheless. Needless to say. I soon wanted that honesty in my own life and came out shortly after. Fast forward six years and I’m now married in real life. I even got my husband to play for a while so I could marry him there too. Naturally all things in FL have an ironic twist – imagine my surprise when he created a female persona, Arabella Crane! This is my way of saying thank you to the makers of FL and to the community they have engendered. I’ll be a fan as long as you keep writing stories. edited by Wren on 1/13/2020 edited by Wren on 1/14/2020 -- http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Thaddeus~Wren
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Hannah Flynn Administrator Posts: 491 2/10/2020	Thank you all; the competition has now closed. I'm going to lock the thread so people don't continue to enter! Now I'm faced with the somewhat daunting task of sorting and judging all of these entries! They'll be very touching to read, from what I've seen, so I'll have to make a big cup of tea and crack on. Thank you, everyone, for entering, and for being part of this community. You're delicious. The judging will take me a full week, easily, so expect an update from me next Monday! -- Wields the news canon, aboard the hype train.
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Six Handed Merchant Posts: 141 1/13/2020	My character has a Most Characterful Affectation. And by “affectation”, I mean that the Six-Handed Merchant is a Spider Council masquerading as a human detective. Yes, Six is an amorous pile of sorrow-spiders who fight crime! Six was born in Saviour’s Rocks and smuggled into London as hatchlings via a shipping crate of trinkets. (“Just Trinkets.”) Unfortunately, their crate was stolen by thieves and carted off to Spite. The cutpurses were horrified by the contents, but the spiders' encounter with their boots was even more horrific. The remaining sorrow-spiders survived by fleeing up a drainpipe and through the open window of the Soft-Hearted Widow, who adopted them (because of course she did). She watched the spiders grow up, form their first humanoid-shaped council (like the spiders in HOJOHOTO), and say their first words. Those early years in a loving home had a literal humanizing effect on the council. When they became too large for the widow to hide, two bohemians (Paisley and Alder Bourgeois, ancestors of Louise Bourgeois) wrapped the council like a tomb-colonist, taught them how to mimic people, and raised them in their basement. Later, Six acquired a skin-suit from the Face Tailor made from expired infernal contracts with a very convincing and androgynously glamorous face. But even after breaking into London society, Six remembered those criminals who nearly killed them. Under tutelage of the Implacable Detective, Six has learned to fight crime while hiding their true nature under a vortex of garish bohemian scandal. Today, Six is an accomplished and scandalous detective, solving crimes with various degrees of both help and hindrance from the criminal mastermind and their frequent lover, Bishop Valentine Fogsreach (another PC). (I love playing Six and wrote many stories for them, linked in my profile below.) -- The Six Handed Merchant: If it's the truth you seek, The Six Handed Merchant is the gentlemen-, er, lady-, er, detective you need! Just pay no heed to that Eradication Officer tailing Six: that poor fellow is simply out of his mind! Six's Mantlepiece (I am available for roleplaying and SAs. My schedule is pretty full, so please PM me first to work out the details.)
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TheThirdPolice Posts: 609 2/9/2020	Worst Idea of the Decade As London commemorates its ten year history, I remember that I have spent 10% of it on a single zee voyage. How many entrants can approach the sheer amount of sacrifice? No Professional Reward, no Sackmas, no Exceptional Stories; no London at all. Only the zee, accomplice of human restlessness, fighting my progress hour by hour for over twelve months. There is debate over whether “Approaching Journey’s End 443” represents the furthest NORTH ever recorded, or the number of times a confused Bethlehem guest circled a nearby bay. Either way, the quest’s pointlessness was made more deliciously painful by the amount of thought I dedicated to it. For weeks before the voyage even began, I tested nearly every Second Chance source to find the few uncapped methods of stockpiling an unreasonable amount. I studied the zee's twists and turns, and calculated strategies for maximizing my voyage. I determined the best suited vessel, and then ignored my own research and embarked on a zubmarine instead for style points. I could not relax once I embarked, as the correct choice at a given moment varied wildly with my situation. Troubled Waters was both the ultimate danger and a critical tool for discarding cards. Several limited supplies had to be saved for when they could do the most good, and balanced so emptying my stores of one did not destroy me before I could use the rest. Essentially I abandoned Fallen London to play a completely different game of my own invention, for no reward. Yet that decision felt entirely correct for a city full of Seekers, bedlamites, and absinthe drinkers. Nothing here has fulfilled me more than writing the narrative of my adventure on the forums, but I hope to outdo myself in the next decade. ----- ----- (Voyage recorded here: https://community.failbettergames.com/topic22462-st-davy-jones-candle--aje--trip-complete.aspx ) -- Excessive Corpse & Tender to Irreal Ravens Lover of Flawed Souls And with especial pride, Worst Screwup of the Decade!
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NiteBrite Posts: 1019 1/25/2020	My favorite headcanon [spoiler]is that all the stars who fall outside the judgement clique's approved spectrum of "Is", such as the parabox star in parabola or the dawn machine, are called non-binary stars ;-)[/spoiler] -- I AM currently accepting calling cards. Stats loss counter: reset, irrigo equivalent: none [00:34] <@ortab> NiteBrite's laugh is that of a condemned soul gazing into the abyss. Merciless Modiste avatar by Paul Arendt (based on an original image by Joe England) http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/TheBriteModiste
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Alexander Feld Posts: 348 2/3/2020	Most Characterful Affectation: Being a clay man. My alt, imaginatively named “A Secret,” was created back in the early days of the game, when it was possible to click on a piece of punctuation on the character creation screen, and in so doing make your character a clay man. He was trapped in a ceaseless loop of tedious servitude. Loading and unloading boxes, broken up only by beatings and the occasional stolen moment of peace. He collected bats and scraped together meager amounts of rostygold from arm-wrestling competitions, hoping to, perhaps, buy his way out of this life. Hoping, praying for some way to escape. This continued for years, with no change in sight— until one day, a miracle occurred. Long after the ability to create a clay man had been disabled, the hidden Enigma Ambition allowed players to experience what that forgotten content had been like. Of course, the developers didn’t want to trap people in a dead-end loop, so they created a door out, back to the main game. A door they left unguarded. And so, a clay man escaped his prison. Today, there is very little visible evidence that separates him from any other character, and that is one reason I left his face as a broken jpeg. The other reason is that I thought it was funny. Worst Idea of the Decade: Selling my sevenfold-stained soul for a jar of Cantigaster Venom. I was a little surprised to see the offer for my sullied soul, given no-one else would touch it by that point, but the then-unique reward was too much to pass up, so I hocked it with nary a thought more. So I was in for a nasty surprise when I headed over to the Forgotten Quarter and encountered the Infernal Hunt out for my blood. Whoops. Checking the forums and wiki, it transpired that if I failed the quite steep challenge of escaping them, they would beat me up, steal much of my stuff (including my ill-gotten venom), and drive me insane even if I succeeded. Now, I don’t actually remember how I escaped. I recall making an attempt to kill myself with a Nephrite Lens, but I don’t remember if it worked, or if I had to rely on chance. Regardless, I did escape with my loot, but had to avoid the Quarter until I managed to get my soul back. Devils can be so touchy about damaged goods. Co-Operative Play of the Decade: My journey to the Winking Isle has been chronicled extensively elsewhere, but I limited myself, on that occasion, to a description of the Isle itself. My progress, however, would not have gone nearly so swiftly if not for the aid of others on the forums, who sent me many Christmas cards to alleviate the vast quantity of menaces accrued in my quest. Special mention goes to Nitebrite, who also sent me 200 Fate to speed me along my way. Also, to the brave postal workers who delivered even to a cursed island in the middle of nowhere. It warms my heart to know that even in a story designed to test the limits of self-destruction in an obsessive pursuit of knowledge, the community still bands together to help eachother. We may be throwing out lives down a dark well in a vain search for an eldritch entity, but we’ll do so politely and in turns. edited by Alexander Feld on 2/3/2020 -- I am a star-gazer, story-eater, and a smelter of words. I filch hidden things from hidden places, to hide once more in my dark cabinet of curiosities Alexander Feld, the mad, damned, lord of seekers.
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Urthdigger Posts: 939 1/15/2020	For Cooperative Play of the Decade, I think it's hard to top the time that I'm pretty sure I crashed the game. Unfortunately I wish I could recall the name of my partner in crime, aside from it beginning with a K, and I know they drifted away from the game eventually (I wanna say it was Kaesa Aurelia? Or maybe Kareir? Or possibly no longer on my friends list after all this time). Anyway, back in the day there were social actions you could send to people "on the surface", basically that whole recruit a player thing that was all the rage in social media games of the time. They gave a small payout when sent, and another to both parties when your invitee finally joined. We were researching these actions for the wiki when we uncovered something: You could send multiple invites to the same person, and when they finally joined they would all take effect. We initially decided to just send one of each to an alt of mine and see what the results were. Along the way things got a little out of hand. We wound up just sending invites left and right to this alt, filling up the queue, just to see how much of a payout we could stockpile for later. It wasn't greed, it still didn't seem like the most lucrative option in the world, but there was that appeal of just having a giant loot pinata waiting to pop. So, we kept at it. Between the two of us, I want to say we assembled over 200 actions sent to this alt at once by the time we decided enough was enough. I logged in on that other account... and promptly encountered a bug. The page wouldn't load! Tried a few times, still nothing. Then I decided to check on my alt. It was down there too. Oops. Turned out the game was down for everyone, not just us involved. I never had it officially confirmed whether we were indeed the cause of the crash or if one of the usual random crashes of that era just coincided... but social actions to invite players were removed soon after. -- Looking for second chances to maximize your loot output from those troublesome storylets? Check out our handy gang of volunteers in this thread, or even volunteer yourself! @Urthdigger on twitter
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Toran Posts: 193 1/15/2020	Headcanon of the Decade So we all know that the Masters don’t go by their real names. My headcanon is that I believe we’ve learned the Correspondence sigils for two of them (one semi-deceased), which describe their true names and why they have their particular portfolios. These are: Mr. Candles (revealed in its Sacksmas visit card) – A light at the edge of sleep (that’s why he had both candles and dreams in his portfolio) Mr. Cups/Mirrors (from Ambition: Nemesis) – That which is empty, whose purpose is to be filled. I’ve also conjectured that the names of the others may be something like the following: Mr. Apples/Hearts – The gnawing hunger for life Mr. Irons – A thing whose purpose is violence Mr. Fires – The spark which consumes Mr. Stones – The hard captivation of greed Mr. Wines – That which inebriates and brings forgetfulness Mr. Spices – A small and transitory pleasure Mr. Pages – A carefully preserved secret. Mr. Veils – The universe’s biggest jerk. edited by Toran on 1/15/2020 edited by Toran on 1/15/2020 edited by Toran on 1/15/2020 -- I have a Hepta-Goat. Do you have a Hepta-Goat? https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Anthony%20Toran
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Passionario Posts: 777 1/13/2020	Hannah Flynn wrote: Worst Idea of the Decade: What’s the foolhardiest thing your character has ever done? "True love is blind." edited by Passionario on 1/13/2020 -- Passionario: Profile, Story, Ending Passion: Profile, Appearance
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Elena Dunkelsby Posts: 1 1/11/2020	Most Characterful Affectation: I have never died. Well, okay, that is already sort of untrue. I did miss my coin flip with Feducci back then, but I was wearing the amulet. SO I declared that does not count. As it doesn't. Even a rat agrees to that. Besides that, I have not died. Not once. I am two shadowy points away from maxed stats, I have seen all free content I have found on all areas (well, aside from some hideous criminality, since I am a proper lady, not a thug) and SOME paid content (mostly due to the hideous poverty of my alter ego on the Surface world) but I have never seen the boatman, or the Screens of Death ™. And I intend to keep it that way. Now, I do know that doesn't do me any good in the long run. But one can imagine, that when one day the Neath bursts open like a cocoon and the light of judgement falls down upon the crevices and every last one of you shrivels like a priest in a pantyhose, I will remain alone, me and a smattering of newly escaped prisoners, whom I and my mighty stats will rule over like a queen.
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NNNnobody Posts: 103 1/20/2020	Most characterful affectation: So I have this friend (seriously). We started playing Fallen London at roughly the same, got our names through the forums and started exchanging social actions, including sending each other boxed cats. This way I got a Midnight Matriarch, and I was dead set on returning the favour. So I keep sending him boxed cats. According to that other thread, one of 250 boxed cats is a Midnight Matriarch, so 250 boxed cats is what he'll get. He stopped playing the game though like ten months ago, but if anything this makes it easier to count. I'm nearly at my fifth dozen. Somewhere around the second dozen, I attached a note narrating how he finally comes back home to his lodgings and the entrance is blocked by five feet tall stacks of boxes with cats. My favourite quirk is Steadfast by the way. -- https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/NNNnobody
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TheThirdPolice Posts: 609 2/17/2020	Aaaah! Thank you Hannah & Failbetter, and congratulations to all the other winners. edited by TheThirdPolice on 2/17/2020 -- Excessive Corpse & Tender to Irreal Ravens Lover of Flawed Souls And with especial pride, Worst Screwup of the Decade!
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Lady Karnstein Posts: 278 2/8/2020	Character Affectation Character Spoilers [spoiler]Caroline Karnstein is known for wild parties, being a patron of Nocturnal and Mycologene schools, and her special all women Salons, the Labrys, with the newspaper of similar name. Most assume she is a slave to her desires, while some who know her darker secrets assume she has a sinister agenda. Some who know her as a master of the game assume she ultimately serves some faction there. None of them are correct. Caroline is working to change culture. And the way she seeks to do it is media. She is nudging writers, artists, poets, playwrights and filmmakers into stories with female protagonists and has hints of homosexuality as much as she can. She pushes limits to try to get away with a little more and a little more each time. Her own stories, paintings, poems, plays and films do this as well, implying or outright uplifting sapphic love and empowering women. The Neath is not such a bad place for women or LGBTQ+ people compared to anywhere else, but she also knows some such material makes it’s way to the surface. That is where the real war is. Even her moves in the game, as often as not, support powers friendly to her goals. And it would perhaps make her involvement with Gods’s Editors and the Church less bizarre if people knew she was carefully trying to change theology to favor women She does this for herself, but she also does it because she remembers, long ago, being a scared girl trapped in gender roles and struggling with her sexuality in a very conservative region. She seeks to do her best to see to it that because as thing of the past.[/spoiler] -- Lady Caroline Karnstein, The Moral Hedonist (Description) Infamous writer, artist, and courtesan. Unrepentant Invert. Hesperidean. Paramount Presence, Correspondent, Nocturnal. Poet Laureate of the Neath, Ambassador to Arbor
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Lady Sapho Byron Posts: 770 2/9/2020	Most Characterful Affectation This: https://community.failbettergames.com/topic9524-favorite-neathy-pickup-lines.aspx Best Headcanon of the Decade London’s mayoral elections are the Masters laboratory to learn how democracy works. Or rather, how to manipulate it. They know that sovereigns who have the right to dispose of cities—especially cities worth having—will become fewer and fewer as democracy spreads. L’étate c’est moi is being replaced by l’étate c’est nous. In order to acquire future cities, the Masters will have to treat with parliaments and other representative governments … and that requires knowing how to play on the fears, lusts, and greeds of masses. The Masters are learning how to run campaigns. Co-Operative Play of the Decade I thought it would be amusing if Lady Sapho L. Byron’s noman of last winter were to attempt to fool one of Sapho’s closest friends, Caroline Karnstein, by passing itself off as Lady Byron. Then I thought it would be even more amusing if I could fool Caroline’s player! I made an account with a very similar name to Lady Byron’s (Lady Sapho I. Byron) and sent Caroline social actions as Lady Byron’s noman pretending to be Lady Byron. I didn’t fool Caroline’s player for very long … they quickly picked up on “Sapho” acting strangely and soon sussed out the different account name. Still, they played along as Caroline putting the pieces together (ha!—get it?), and a grand time was had by all. -- http://fallenlondon.com/Profile/Lady%20Sapho%20L%20Byron Fighting the Menace of Corsetry Since 1892.
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Lady Karnstein Posts: 278 2/8/2020	Headcanon (Character Spoilers) [spoiler]Vampires exist in Fallen London, but they are not what most would imagine. Vampirism was the result of a plot by the Sisters who ruled the Second City. By performing a complex ritual (now lost to all but the Duchess), they empowered certain of their loyal followers by merging them with their Parabolan reflections. These followers – the first vampires – gained the ability to feed upon the soul energy of others. They need only take a tiny amount, so little that it regenerates over time. They use this soul energy to write tiny Laws and to grant themselves prodigious strength, stamina and charisma. If they take enough soul energy from a being higher up the chain, they can – in theory – temporarily elevate their own status and become capable of killing, for example, the Masters. They reproduced ... rapidly. The Sisters, faced with losing control, exiled the vampires to the surface to die. Most did. A few adapted to the moonlight and survived, giving rise to mortal legends: drinking blood, casting no reflection, shunning the light of the Judgements. A modern vampire entering Fallen London would almost certainly not know her origins. She would find quickly that she could not feed upon the soulless, nor change people in the city of London proper (they just come back to life.) They might also find the Duchess kindly disposed to them. From guilt, perhaps? Or perhaps in order to bring an old weapon back under control. A vampire’s powers do not grant her any powers that would break the logic of the game. She can’t shapeshift into a bat to escape New Newgate, because … it’s impossible in game. Vampires reproduce by killing mortals through blood loss in front of a mirror, merging their souls with their reflections. [/spoiler] edited by Lady Karnstein on 2/8/2020 -- Lady Caroline Karnstein, The Moral Hedonist (Description) Infamous writer, artist, and courtesan. Unrepentant Invert. Hesperidean. Paramount Presence, Correspondent, Nocturnal. Poet Laureate of the Neath, Ambassador to Arbor
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Elizabeth Lynnette Posts: 11 2/18/2020	Oh my, that is very sweet! Thank you very much, Hannah & Failbetter! Congratulations to all the winners! edited by ElizabethLynn on 2/18/2020 -- https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Elizabeth%20Lynnette
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Hammond Posts: 41 2/9/2020	My Entry for Real Life Memory of the Decade: I tell this story because it's essentially what led my fianceé to the rock I was hiding under. It was my "Proteges Seeking Patrons" and "Hallowmas" posts that led her to me. She thought I was "a serious, intimidating, intellectual type" (her words not mine). When in reality I am some putz who spent days struggling on the decision to even post anything at all. I fell in love with my fianceé before I even knew her real name or her face or even if she was "real". As the months passed by, we spoke more. Our stories intertwined. Then the day came. That day, as I wrote my daily message to "Elizabeth Lynnette", and I said to myself, "Wait a minute... are we boyfriend/girlfriend?". Just like that, I kid you not. We had both fallen in love with each other in and through words. She inspired me to write, and still does. Without London, none of that would have been possible. There have been high and low points. Joys and pains. But London gave me the chance to be something other than the anonymous toad I normally am and open up to someone... who coincidentally found something worth keeping in me. We are still together to this day, many challenges are still ahead of us as a couple. We started as words from anonymity, separated by 15 hours of time difference and an entire ocean. But we are together today, engaged, and hopefully someday, husband and wife. London is a hell of a story. -- Hammond All invitations are welcome. {Warning: Messages sent within the forum might not be answered in a timely manner. Please forgive me, it is a bad habit I am trying to break.}
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Saltsworth Posts: 7 1/21/2020	Oh man, for real life impacts? I gotta say... I started playing this game...what, years ago. I was still in highschool, still a burgeoning young lad with no idea what he wanted to do in life. I played FL mostly as a timewaster, recommended to me after watching Splattercatgamings let's play of sunless sea. I remember that so well because I believe, truly, this beautifully written game changed my life. The way you weave in imagery so seamlessly into your writings. 'Warm, dark, and unobtrusive. Like a stealthy cup of cocoa in a darkened room.' I am not exaggerating when I say that line in particular inspired me to the power of words. The ability to craft scenes with just a small line of expertly ordered imagery. That's what I wish to strive for in my writing. That of course brings me to say, yall inspired me to become a writer. It's my dream to one day craft sentences as beautiful as you. As in the game, I'm just a small timer dreaming of the big score. For now <3 -- A person of my profession worth his weight in salt would never reveal his true name, and I am lacking in imagination. profile-http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Saltsworth
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JaneAnkhVeos Posts: 132 1/23/2020	NNNnobody wrote: Catherine Raymond wrote: The Boatman doesn't just play chess with the dead. To the contrary, he will play any game the deceased wishes (though if it requires equipment other than a chess set, the deceased must have that equipment with him or herself). The result: https://xkcd.com/393/ The opportunities are limitless -- \|\| the Nocturnal Nostalgist, pawnbroker of dreams and memories \|\|
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Jon Posts: 5 1/11/2020	Co-Operative Play of the Decade: Has to go to by buddy Coleton (Fallenlondon.com/profile/Coleton) I met him sometime early 2018 via the “Who Else is Here” box, our first interaction was me challenging him to a fight to the death. He politely declined but invited me to dinner instead. Since then we’ve been regularly rp-ing with each other, I strongly believe most of my Making Waves are just from hosting dinners and drinking coffee with him with the occasional chess game and (non lethal) sparring. I remember sending him tons of rats when he was grinding for his wedding (https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/TheRaggedMan/17352324) If there was a “Best friend” quality above acquaintance, Coleton would be above and beyond that. (Haven’t used the FL forums in a long time, so sorry if formatting is weird) -- https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/TheRaggedMan
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the old man Posts: 381 1/11/2020	Jolanda Swan wrote: snip So this time, you base Faerie into the Sunless Skies. After all, the baby, your Godchild, came out fine. Save that in never, ever stops eating. did they give the baby a fitting name -- an old irish spy from the colonies, somewhat irrigo impaired but still sharp as a tack. friendly enough just don't mention parabola he gets awfully melancholic. (an honorary cat my life is complete) https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/The%20old%20man no plant battles please for the love of god
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Catherine Raymond Posts: 2518 1/12/2020	Here's my entry for Co-Operative Play of the Decade: There is a character named Fenoglio who I used to interact with a lot. We both needed lots of Making Waves at the time, so we made a practice of meeting at Caligula's Coffee House. In the in-game messages we'd exchange, I invented a NPC named Bertram Griggs, who usually was assigned to bringing us pot after pot--in exchange for very generous tips. He has a wife named Florabelle, who works for Beatrice's Tea Shop. (I was sad that FBG hadn't opened Beatrice's yet, as it would have allowed a better description of Mrs. Griggs's circumstances, but we managed.) Griggs, as we call him, is a young man who is definitely going places some day--perhaps he and Florabelle will someday open a restaurant of their own. Eventually, I became a Paramount Presence, and Fenoglio achieved the in-game goals he had that had required Making Waves, but every once in a while we exchange invitations to Caligula's to catch up with each other and reminisce about the good times. edited by cathyr19355 on 1/13/2020 -- Cathy Raymond http://fallenlondon.com/Profile/cathyr19355 Catherine Raymond aka Mrs. Rykar Malkus http://fallenlondon.com/Profile/Catherine%20Raymond (Gone NORTH)
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PSGarak Posts: 834 1/16/2020	I knew that I had a headcanon, but I couldn't remember it... thank you Amalgamate for jogging my memory! Ironically, it deeply involves Irrigo. For many players (especially pawns), the only thing driving them is the game itself. They clean their sins away with Irrigo, and they clean to deep, their motivations, their affiliations, and eventually their self. Individuals devote themselves to the Great Game with religious fervor, where absolution is not discovering a secret but becoming one. A Surface-Nation like France don't send dozens of spies to the Neath. There are dozens of spies in the Neath who believe they are agents of France. For the moment. A spy finishes their devotions to the Shrine of St Joshua, absolved of burdens, and sees a discarded receipt for a croissant on the ground. It has coded message from their surface contact (can't quite remember the face) with the next step of their mission (can't quite remember the goal). Some of the details are hazy, but they know their role in the game--to act, not to question. They find the coordinates, cut holes in their copy of the Gazette, and wait patiently for their signal. At the appointed time, nothing happens. Sabotage! They retire to the Shrine of St Joshua, to atone for their failure, dropping a receipt for coffee along the way. An hour later, an agent of Vienna darts out of the shrine, burning with purpose. There is a real Game, of course, and there are Players. But they put their pieces down between rounds, and different players set up the board anew with the same pieces the next time. The missions of these spies are occasionally for the highest of stakes. But an outside observer would be hard-pressed to tell which ones. There is a reason we only see the old man in Vienna in dreams. -- http://fallenlondon.com/Profile/PSGarak
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CameoAppearance Posts: 146 1/16/2020	Worst Idea of the Decade: Thurlow's biggest claim to fame out-of-universe is dying from drinking too much Darkdrop Coffee while at Wounds 7. I even illustrated it for their Tumblr RP blog. Most Characterful Affectation: Thurlow has shark teeth and can bite through basically anything. I've never come up with a very good explanation for it, and it's not a Peculiar Personal Enhancement; they just... have sharp teeth that grow back if they get broken. They grew in when Thurlow was about 15. Best(?) Headcanon of the Decade: I firmly believe that some of the Neathbow colours are the same thing as the impossible colours that you see, in real life, by exploiting the quirks of your visual system. Gant is a brown-tinged eigengrau, the greyish colour you see in a completely lightless room; peligin is stygian blue; cosmogone might be hyperbolic orange, viric could be a self-luminous green produced with the opposite version of the process for self-luminous red. They're much stronger and more abundant in the Neath, of course. Co-Operative Play of the Decade: Well, there was that one time I ate a pencil-and-paper drawing on camera in exchange for 100 Fate, but I no longer talk to either of the two people who sponsored that. For completely unrelated reasons. I also inundated my friend's alt account with every Boxed Cat I could get ahold of for months. Real Life Memory of the Decade: Playing Fallen London and talking about it on Tumblr is how I made at least half of my current friends, and it did a lot of the legwork to get me comfortable with being nonbinary and using they/them pronouns. I was even a model for the Individual of Mysterious and Indistinct Gender shirt! -- Dr Cameo “Scary Teeth” Thurlow, that toothy androgyne with the wickedly sharp curly quotes
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TheMinionGM Posts: 6 1/12/2020	Four years ago, I descended to the Neath, for reasons best left unknown. I was young and naive then, though I thought myself strong. I let a Quiet Deviless tempt me, knowing I could never be swayed. I was wrong, and then my soul and the Deviless were gone. I searched desperately. I hunted through every piece of the Relickers' scraps. I followed the Devils' hunts in the Forgotten Quarter. Perhaps the lawlessness of the Iron Republic could nullify a contract. If my contract came alive in Polythreme, perhaps I could convince it to show me the way. It was all for naught. I gave in and consoled myself with the luxuries of the Embassy. I let the irrigo wash away my sorrows, week after week. Slowly, I forgot. Until one day in the Flit, an Urchin handed me a small, raggedy sack, full of scraps and a single bottled soul. It had been so long I almost didn't notice, just another abandoned soul, like so many others. But no, this one was mine, at long last it had come back to me, and I'll never let it go again. -- https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/TheMinionGM
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TheThirdPolice Posts: 609 1/11/2020	HM time to boil down a year of zailing into 300 words. -- Excessive Corpse & Tender to Irreal Ravens Lover of Flawed Souls And with especial pride, Worst Screwup of the Decade!
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Amalgamate Posts: 435 1/12/2020	OOh, nominating a co-op player is tough for this - because everyone I seem to think of is no longer playing! But it IS a memories competition, so nominating someone from ancient history seems legit. My most memorable times were way back in early Echo Bazaar days. I was M_L_G at the time. On the old forums, the ones that preceeded these ones. The people to help figure out SMEN (original edition), our original plant-fighting ring, mapping out the new areas like the Iron Republic or Polythreme... Crawlkill, travellersside, DrJkl, so many others. If I had to pick one, I'll nominate woogawoman. I remember she set up a whole private wiki, with all sorts of things, where we mapped out new areas. I definitely remember using it when the Iron Republic just came out, and same for Polythreme. Those were the days. edited by Amalgamate on 1/12/2020 -- http://www.fallenlondon.com/Profile/amalgamate Social invitations of all kinds welcome, especially games of chess and deadly sparring! Also happy to help with nightmares, send sips of Cider, and plant battle.
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DNA Cowboys Posts: 10 1/13/2020	I've been asked about my handle a few times during my stay in London. Rather than delve too deep into the non-diagetic origins, I have a few thoughts about Mr. Cowboys and their in-character affectations. The DNA Cowboys have been slinking London’s streets for the past ten years. In this wild-eyed decade they have been loved, hated, forgotten, and feared. Ask any urchin or society matron how one individual could accomplish such a range of deeds, and they would inevitably reply, “Who are you, and how did you get in here?” The reason Mr. Cowboys—as they are known from Far Arbor to the very biggest of Bens—is beloved by Hell and the Church, Calendar Council and Masters alike is because they are legion. The American cousin and esoteric poet who arrived in New Newgate is no more. Repeated trips to the imaginary prisons of Parabola in search of the Manifesto of Flame have fractured him into a chorus of forms. The Correspondence wasn’t meant for poetry? Poppycock! Sing louder, fight harder, write prouder. Only then will the sky open to them and they will receive their hearts’ desire, engraved upon the stars. They say he fielded his own cricket team on a lark, requiring each emanation to purchase its own lead-lined flannels. They are living Dadd exhibition, celebrants of the greatest tragedies and highest peaks of neathy delight. As one would expect of a many-bodied bohemian, their pursuits of hedonism are of special note. If one could quantify a lifestyle of excess (say, on a scale of 1-15), Mr. Cowboys would require an additional nine full categories. As the patron saint of flanuers taught Mr. Cowboys in his youth: Ask all that sings or speaks; ask what time it is, and the wind, the waves, the stars, the birds, the clocks will answer you: “It is time to get drunk! So as not to be Time’s martyred slaves, get drunk, get drunk, and never rest! On wine, on poetry, or on virtue; whatever.” edited by DNA Cowboys on 1/13/2020
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Shadowcthuhlu Posts: 1557 1/17/2020	Head Canon: No one has ever had sex with a scarlet stockings lady (at least not when they are working) you might get some kisses, but mostly you get conversations, and another person for your game of bridge. They are just that d__n charming that people pay just to hang with them. Afffection: Dirae Erinyes is a steampunk frankenstain monster married to snuffer. With a con woman dragged into this to be their adopted daughter. It's a weird family. Worst idea: Wondering how many more priests the church were going to send before my plant got full. -- https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Dirae%20Erinyes. Closed to calling cards, but open for all other social action. I also love to roleplay.
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Catherine Raymond Posts: 2518 1/14/2020	Catherine Raymond wrote: My Entry for Real Life Memory of the Decade When I started playing Fallen London (probably at the end of 2009 if phyrne's information is correct), I had a good job as an attorney with a medium-sized law firm. In 2012, I was laid off, because the firm's client base had diminished to the point where the firm did not have sufficient work for me to do. That loss affected me very hard, particularly because I'm in late middle age, and it's difficult in America to get accepted into another law firm at that age if you don't have clients of your own (which I did not). Over the past seven years, I have been practicing on my own, attempting to build a client base, or at least a steady flow of law work, with spotty success at best. The process has taken a toll on both my morale and my health. Fallen London was one of the few bright spots remaining in my daily routine. I visited as much to interact with people in game and on the forums as to actually play. For me, it was (and is) a place where "everybody knows my name," and that has been very important to me. Players have come and gone, but I've made new friends over the years too. Thank you, Failbetter, for the community you support; it has made my life less gray than it otherwise would have been. And a warm thank you to those of my fellow players who +1'd this entry! -- Cathy Raymond http://fallenlondon.com/Profile/cathyr19355 Catherine Raymond aka Mrs. Rykar Malkus http://fallenlondon.com/Profile/Catherine%20Raymond (Gone NORTH)
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DNA Cowboys Posts: 10 1/16/2020	Headcanon: The Brass Ambassador would really prefer if people stopped calling her the Ambrassador.
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Skyzzor Posts: 30 1/11/2020	Most Characterful Affectation: Allegedly, I have stolen. Many times. Some might call me a Master Thief. This quality of mine is, if it could be quantified, has a level of 175, whatever that means. Of course, I'm not too sure what they're talking about; my criminal record is as clean as Slowcake's soul. edited by Skyzzor on 1/11/2020 -- http://fallenlondon.com/Profile/Skyzzor Holder of Cider and Goats. Send a chess game for a sip.
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Myrto Posts: 209 1/25/2020	Real Life Memory of the Decade: How has the Neath had an effect on your Surface life? I've been taking a break from the Neath for a year and a half. I returned when I saw the email about the 10th birthday of the game and realized I missed this world. I started playing originally in 2013, maybe? Or maybe 2014? I can't remember for sure. I was drawn to this game because I read somewhere online that this browser based RP game allowed you to choose a non-gendered character. I thought that was very cool, so I began playing my main character, Myrto, with this in mind. Not to get too dramatic, but I ended up pausing my game play because I went through a period of depression in real life, which culminated in coming out as non-binary. I had never even considered this for myself when I started playing Fallen London. Instead, it developed partially through the course of allowing myself to play a character with this identity. Fallen London gave me the space to explore this facet of myself. Thank you to all the writers and designers who work on this fascinating world. -- Myrto, a mysterious veteran spy who is only on their own side. Married to navchaa! Edith Alpha Doyle, social climber with grand ambitions; Correspondent who would be happy to assist you in whatever way she can. , teenage orphan who came to the Neath to pursue a career in crime; monster-hunter. Currently on the Seeking road.
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Anagram Posts: 71 2/4/2020	Co-Operative Play of the Decade: What has another player done for you that’s made your day? I would like to nominate Malvolus: https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Malvolus I actually do not recall how me and Mal started interacting. all i know is that we started sending each other surprising gifts and talking in character. somehow, this became perfectly normal. We would share dinners, bouts and chess matches. when i told him i'm going for the cider (an ambition i'm still perusing) he would send me diamonds from time to time. it's odd how you can feel close to someone, without even ever meeting him, and just interacting with them through this wonderful and strange world of fallen London. i do not know if he sees me the same way, but to me he is a true friend and confidant. i know this might not win any prizes, but it's still wonderful. -- https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Anagram
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Blaine Davidson Posts: 388 1/27/2020	Most Characterful Affectation: What’s unusual about your character and their lifestyle? Despite my character having been around in London for years she is fairly oblivious, maybe even ignorant of the various factions, conflicts, and lore of the Fallen London universe. She's more of a bystander amongst the chaos of all the supernatural and mind-rending as she bumbles her way to her next fancy trinket. What's this? A mural depicting the Calendar Council is seen as just a curious painting. Encountering the Dawn Machine was just a big, glowing thing that she had no idea what it actually did. And it's a good thing that no one really knows what goes on in the Iron Republic. I take this interpretation because myself I'm a touch oblivious to some of the more subtle nuances and references in the game and often have to seek out wikis or the forum posts of other players. So while my real world counterpart is now enlightened, my neathy version is still ignorant to all the madness. -- Blaine Davidson, a reserved and sensible woman with a fondness of collecting rarities.
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NNNnobody Posts: 103 1/23/2020	Catherine Raymond wrote: The Boatman doesn't just play chess with the dead. To the contrary, he will play any game the deceased wishes (though if it requires equipment other than a chess set, the deceased must have that equipment with him or herself). The result: https://xkcd.com/393/ -- https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/NNNnobody
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Optimatum Posts: 3666 2/10/2020	Category: Co-Operative Play of the Decade: IGN: Optimatum Co-Player: Ambystoma Maculatum Way back in 2014, a close friend introduced me to Fallen London, and I quickly fell in love with it. Our characters exchanged social actions as we worked together to explore the stories, discovering the far reaches of the zee, glimpsing our destinies. That Hallowmas, we traded both a confession and our first Boxed Cats. His box contained a prized Midnight Matriarch... and I opened mine to find a Starveling Cat. Though mildly traumatizing for my character, it's my fondest memory from six years of playing together. -- Optimatum, a ruthless and merciful gentleman. No plant battles, Affluent Photographer requests, or healing offers; all other social actions welcome. Want a sip of Cider? Just say hi! PM me for information enigmatic or Fated. Though the forum please, not FL itself.
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LordLichen Posts: 7 2/10/2020	Most Characterful Affectation: For the past several years I have spent every day of the Feasts of the Exceptional Rose spinning the Wheel of Affection hoping for the unlucky result, so that I may accumulate as many Gifts of Scorn as possible. Last year I made it to 500.
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Skinnyman Posts: 2133 2/10/2020	I just want to add one more thing: Worst Idea of the Decade: What’s the foolhardiest thing your character has ever done? Actually, there are a lot, but I think the most notable is getting last Hallowmas I got the Spirit to 7777 because why not? We know the maximum reward (2500) reset the quality, but it was worth it! To this I can add Someone is Coming to 77, Talk of Town to 77, North, Orphanage scheme to 77, 777.777 Jade pieces. edited by Skinnyman on 2/10/2020 -- ESs items and quality requirements sheet. Please check if there are errors or if something is missing Achievement list if you're feeling bored! I am accepting Plant battles, Neath's Mysteries card, Starveling Cats and boxed cats. No suppers, no second chances gain and no need to cure my menaces!
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Jolanda Swan Posts: 1785 2/19/2020	Congratulations to the winners! -- Lover of all things beautiful, secret admirer of ugly truths, fond of the Parabola Sun... and always delighted to role play. http://fallenlondon.com/profile/Jolanda%20Swan
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Blaine Davidson Posts: 388 2/19/2020	Congratulations to all the winners! -- Blaine Davidson, a reserved and sensible woman with a fondness of collecting rarities.
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Catherine Raymond Posts: 2518 2/19/2020	I offer my congratulations also. Well done! -- Cathy Raymond http://fallenlondon.com/Profile/cathyr19355 Catherine Raymond aka Mrs. Rykar Malkus http://fallenlondon.com/Profile/Catherine%20Raymond (Gone NORTH)
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Bitty Posts: 234 1/29/2020	"Real Life Memory of the Decade: How has the Neath had an effect on your Surface life?" I went to college for two years with a thought to go into graphic design, I hated it, but i'm an artist, and that's how artists make money right? It wasn't until the second semester of my second year that I had enough, I did not like graphic design, I did not like my classes, there was no creativity behind it, only formulas. Where does Fallen London come into this you ask? 2 years prior to that, going into college, I started playing, I loved the game, it helped me through a lot, a tough move, a surgery, and a future I did not think I would enjoy. I thought back to listening to the development podcasts they used to release. I remember one of the developers saying something such as "everyone can make a game, there's countless resources out there" I knew then what I wanted to do. I spent my second semester researching game design,and decided that was my wanted future, I now go to an art school I love very much with a hope to be accepted into the game design program, the future is never set in stone, but I feel much more confident in it now, I don't think i'd be here without Fallen London, I hope to one day create games that will help people like this one's helped me.
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Raccoonajr Posts: 105 2/20/2020	Many congratulations to all the winners! Well done. -- http://fallenlondon.com/Profile/Raccoonajr
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Lord Garuda Posts: 102 2/20/2020	Congratulations, everyone who won. You all add to the fabric of this game and community and I hope your companions are spicy! -- https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Cora%20Seacoale - A Correspondent working towards her Heart's Desire. https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Ronald%20Valente - A Rat-Catcher hunting the most dangerous prey.
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hwango Posts: 101 2/10/2020	Most Characterful Affectation - I'm living a very ascetic existence. I have stockpiled large amounts of wine, but I don't drink any of it. I've been very careful not to acquire any points of Hedonist, and try not to accidentally ding my ranking for Austere. I have avoided the affectionate devil and other such storylines. I guess I just haven't had a lot of interest in doing anything in the game that I wouldn't want to do in real life. That's okay - it leaves me more time to hang out with tentacled rubbery monstrosities and secret societies and such. -- Mantelpiece \|\| Art Gallery of Doom
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Honeyaddict Posts: 501 2/10/2020	Most Characterful Affection: being a Scarlet Saint who wants to make his own church in Parabola http://community.failbettergames.com/topic26539-the-scarlet-church-of-parabola.aspx -- Honeyaddict, Scarlet Saint, Paramount Presence pleasure to meet you. Has some ideas the Masters won't approve of like some items and establishing a Colony in Parabola. I will accept most social interactions (not duping). I do enjoy role playing as well. Have some possibly still active codes!
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Ixc Posts: 365 2/10/2020	Best Headcanon: At one point, someone had to have written a sitcom (or the Victorian equivalent) about the Masters and the Bazaar. It’s out there somewhere, the Ministry just won’t let us have it. -- Pleased to meet you. Ixc, spy and detective. Inventor of the Correspondence Cannon. Are you a Paramount Presence? Record your name here. For posterity, of course. Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
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Catherine Raymond Posts: 2518 1/23/2020	Here is my entry for Best Headcanon of the Decade: The Boatman doesn't just play chess with the dead. To the contrary, he will play any game the deceased wishes (though if it requires equipment other than a chess set, the deceased must have that equipment with him or herself). However, my character has never sought to free herself from the slow boat other than by playing chess. That's because she likes her odds at chess--the Boatman is really a terrible player. -- Cathy Raymond http://fallenlondon.com/Profile/cathyr19355 Catherine Raymond aka Mrs. Rykar Malkus http://fallenlondon.com/Profile/Catherine%20Raymond (Gone NORTH)
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JaneAnkhVeos Posts: 132 1/20/2020	PSGarak wrote: A Surface-Nation like France don't send dozens of spies to the Neath. There are dozens of spies in the Neath who believe they are agents of France. For the moment. So far this one is my favourite! -- \|\| the Nocturnal Nostalgist, pawnbroker of dreams and memories \|\|
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phryne Posts: 1351 1/20/2020	According to my headcanon, Mr Apples/Hearts isn't a duplicitous trickster posing as two different Masters. No, poor Mr Apples/Hearts suffers from severe dissociative identity disorder: they are two different identities sharing one body and knowing nothing about it. -- Accounts: Bag a Legend • Light Fingers • Heart's Desire • Nemesis • no ambition Exceptional Stories, sorted by Season and by writer ― Favours & Renown Guide
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Ixc Posts: 365 1/21/2020	Worst Idea of the Decade: It was so long ago, a time of burning curiosity. I was curious about the Tomb Colonist's most singular feature: their bandages, or more accurately, what lay beneath. Long I thought of how to satisfy my curiosity, until I remembered the affections of a remarkably forward and dashing smuggler. Tomb colonists get lonely after all, and he might have liked to take off his bandages... [spoiler] Turns out the text never told me anything, and I ended with a stalker to boot. [/spoiler] All in the name of science of course. It may have been a premonition for Ixc's string of strange marriages down the road. -- Pleased to meet you. Ixc, spy and detective. Inventor of the Correspondence Cannon. Are you a Paramount Presence? Record your name here. For posterity, of course. Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
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silasilent Posts: 41 1/29/2020	Most Characterful Affectation: Silas journeyed to Fallen London to hunt down those responsible for the murder of his wife. Since arriving, he has carefully cultivated an aura of menace and dread, becoming quite possibly the most ruthless and heartless citizen of Fallen London, stockpiling alarming amounts of rostygold (traditionally, it is what you are paid with when you kill something), and writing a dozen gothic romance novels. It appears that there are no depths to which he will not sink in order to further his mission of revenge. He even used his Zubmarine to look for deeper depths to which he might sink, but could not find any. Except…even though there is advantage to be gained in London society by marrying again, it is something he will not consider. Even a sham marriage would be beneficial, but such a thing is unthinkable. Silas will never again speak those vows. edited by silasilent on 1/29/2020 -- Merciless. Cruel. Relentless. Romance Novelist.
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Blaine Davidson Posts: 388 1/27/2020	Best Headcanon of the Decade: What’s clearly true, according to you? I looked up to the character Nitebrite and often read their blog, following their escapades and theorizing on Fallen London. One thing that no one had never confirmed was the existence of the Crystal Lodgings, supposedly only accessible to those who had gathered 50 Fabulous Diamonds. I was immediately intrigued and set about hoarding the precious gems. Nitebrite had been right about the the Heptagoat, and as a hoarder of rare and unusual items I was eager to get my hands on my next trophy. But halfway through my latest quest I became a backer for Cultist Simulator. I had the chance to email Alexis Kennedy a question in hopes of an answer and so I wanted to know if these lodgings existed while he was still with Failbetter. He told me it didn't exist so far as he was aware. Deflated, I prematurely ended my diamond grind. But now that I've shared this story publicly I'm optimistic that someone will add it. Or perhaps add a number of end-game grinds for useless but shiny trophies to add to my mantle. They added a little snippet for anyone who purchased over 500 weasels, surely there will be a Crystal Lodgings somewhere, somehow. Or, as I want to believe, the Crystal Lodgings have always existed. I just need to grind the right number of items first and the way will open itself up to me. -- Blaine Davidson, a reserved and sensible woman with a fondness of collecting rarities.
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lady ciel Posts: 2548 1/23/2020	I still think one of my favourite memories of playing Fallen London was that Feast where the options kept changing until we were left with a fading wash of sunlight. I can understand why some people were unhappy to find out about such a time sensitive event after it happened so such a thing will never happen again but the buzz on the forum and being on-line at the time was amazing. -- ciel Sorry RL means I am not a very active player at the moment. No social actions unless you are prepared to wait and definitely no sparring or other mult-action things. No Calling Cards or boxed cats please. Will take dupes on the affluent photographers. Other social invitations welcome. Parabolan Kittens usually available, send me an in-game social action saying you want one and I will get one to you as soon as possible. storynexus name - reveurciel
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the old man Posts: 381 1/11/2020	Hannah Flynn wrote: Best Headcanon of the Decade: What’s clearly true, according to you? Co-Operative Play of the Decade: What has another player done for you that’s made your day? (Both of you will receive a [REDACTED] Companion if you win.) for my head cannon, the zub doesn't by any known form of physics work, it is held together entirely by spit and grease and prayer. I'm fairly certain it gained a consciousness after a trip to polytherm, (its listening ,its watching, its waiting.) for co-operative play, I must thank mr sian khan for the citnami ball, it is a wonderful role play opportunity that has really fleshed out my character. -- an old irish spy from the colonies, somewhat irrigo impaired but still sharp as a tack. friendly enough just don't mention parabola he gets awfully melancholic. (an honorary cat my life is complete) https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/The%20old%20man no plant battles please for the love of god
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Tyrconnell Posts: 271 1/11/2020	Worst Idea of the Decade: Seeking, of course. It's a good idea, but not a wise one. Should I give something up? I have done so much harm... and yet I did not give up the search. -- Tyrconnell, a gentleman and doctor of diverse interests and multifarious proclivities
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Oxyliteral Posts: 2 1/11/2020	Worst Idea of the Decade: What’s the foolhardiest thing your character has ever done? Most Characterful Affectation: What’s unusual about your character and their lifestyle? Co-Operative Play of the Decade: What has another player done for you that’s made your day? (Both of you will receive a [REDACTED] Companion if you win.) In retrospect, spending approximately 3 hours (in correspondence/guessing with actions,) in the labyrinth of tigers, all the while only gaining 3 Tincture's, might've been a bad idea. Managing to get stuck in the Tomb-Colonies twice was probably the most foolhardy, though. D__n the Royal Family! They couldn't consecutively sit still for a single afternoon! Apart from my character's massive wardrobe (involving a plentiful stock of bunches of ragged clothing,) and a loose hoarding obsession, compared to the Neath's various mysteries, I'd say my character was normal. Although, I have to say, it must be hard feeding so many pets, and carrying 10 different 'weapons' all the time. I'd thank Michael Long for accepting my 'A Boxed Cat?', for what with the odds and all. Nonetheless, I suspect some foul play involved, for I immediately opened the Starveling Cat from a bundle of oddities. Personally, I don't think it'd be worth a penny apiece. The Starveling Cat! The Starveling Cat! Someone help, it's turning everyone into maniacs! (No offense to them, of course!)
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the old man Posts: 381 1/11/2020	Hannah Flynn wrote: or via email to replies@failbettergames.com. edited by h4nchan on 1/11/2020 psa don't put the full stop at the end of the email adress if your sending them an email -- an old irish spy from the colonies, somewhat irrigo impaired but still sharp as a tack. friendly enough just don't mention parabola he gets awfully melancholic. (an honorary cat my life is complete) https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/The%20old%20man no plant battles please for the love of god
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ChangelingChilde Posts: 231 1/11/2020	Headcanon: The candles are a workaround for a Name washed away with irrigo. The old Name was a sigil of the Correspondence that looked much like a candle. Surface: I got a friend to start playing just so I could betray them. (My new main is The Forgettable Curator, in the unlikely even that I win.) edited by The Elfin Cannibal on 1/11/2020 -- DO you recall how the Hunger began? I'm sorry, my darling, I don't think I can! OUT past the High Wilderness and beyond I fear I've gone Seeking, for of Him I'm fond. --The Elfin Cannibal Seven scars, seven chains, a soul too stained for Hell, and seven sainted candles burning at the well. Gone to Grieve on the 17th day of the 7th month, 1897. Will be Vake-hunting next.
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Catherine Raymond Posts: 2518 1/12/2020	Here's my entry for Most Characterful Affectation: My character came to Fallen London to avenge her murdered lover, but as her search for his murderer extended into years, she decided her ultimate goal was to help London vanquish Hell. She quickly became one of the CVR's most prolific suppliers of Souls and Infernal Contracts. She was so effective that the Church (Renown: 52) has already decided how to canonize her after her permanent death. Hell has never suspected her, in part because she has, while caught up in perfecting her cover, accidentally sold her soul--twice! But she located and re-acquired it each time, and will not risk its loss again. To work against Hell with maximum effectiveness, she decided to show as little partiality among the factions as she could. Her Renown among Constables and Criminals alike is 50, because while she works for one, she gives that work everything she has. With the other factions, her Renown is 40 or more--except for the Bohemians, and that is because she required so many Bohemian Favours to become Poet(ess) Laureate and a Paramount Presence. Her Renown among Bohemians is presently 35, and steadily growing. Her other peculiarities make her appear to be yet another Fallen London social climber. She is an expert Zee Captain. She is also an avid participant in Knife and Candle; an Apple of Discord proudly fights for position on her massively over-crowded mantelpiece. Her dozen-or-so properties are occupied in part by a motley collection of cats (including 3 Starvelings) and weasels. Despite her occasional enjoyment of "Pass the Cat", her standing with the Duchess remains high (Connected: 604). But her main objective continues to be to frustrate Hell at every turn. The Bishop of Southwark is one of her dearest friends--in carefully guarded privacy. edited by cathyr19355 on 1/13/2020 edited by cathyr19355 on 1/13/2020 -- Cathy Raymond http://fallenlondon.com/Profile/cathyr19355 Catherine Raymond aka Mrs. Rykar Malkus http://fallenlondon.com/Profile/Catherine%20Raymond (Gone NORTH)
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ChangelingChilde Posts: 231 1/11/2020	. . . yeah, okay, I think you win. -- DO you recall how the Hunger began? I'm sorry, my darling, I don't think I can! OUT past the High Wilderness and beyond I fear I've gone Seeking, for of Him I'm fond. --The Elfin Cannibal Seven scars, seven chains, a soul too stained for Hell, and seven sainted candles burning at the well. Gone to Grieve on the 17th day of the 7th month, 1897. Will be Vake-hunting next.
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Rachel Posts: 26 1/12/2020	The tenth anniversary not only brought me back to FL (after I recently opened up Sunless Sea for the first time in several years), but it set me to wondering when exactly I first started in this game. The first date in my character's journal is the 30th of July 1890, back when this was still called Echo Bazaar, and I can thank the Non-Combat Gaming episode of the Youtube channel Extra Credits for pointing me in this direction. They won't qualify for the contest as they aren't foolhardy things my character did, but my worst ideas of the decade (well, the ones connected to Fallen London/Echo Bazaar anyway): letting my character sit idle for years at a time not once but twice and never making much use of the social aspects of the game. edited by Kaunisenkeli on 1/12/2020 -- My profile
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Oxyliteral Posts: 2 1/12/2020	The Best Headcanon: "Fallen London(...) internet's finest text-based(...) alternate history(...)!" Bear with me, but as the 'finest alternate history game', I wondered if it was also finer than our current history. What I mean is that I'm wondering whether Fallen London is better than our London. As of currently writing this, I'm pretty sure it is 1898 in FL. London had about a population of 5 million. For FL, I'll use the forums. There's people who don't play anymore, so it probably balances the people who don't make forum accounts. Anyway, there's 138 pages of 100 people, the last page having 35. So, we got 13,735 people. However, FL has a secret weapon. NPC's. First, an explanation. Every player has the same opportunities, except for yearly events, which would be fine, but there are a few problems. So, naturally, I suspect every player's in a parallel universe. After all, NPC's would've had to revive themselves, and such, if they were universal. There IS a flaw, but word count. Back to the theory, each player's universe has the same characters, thus more population. One could make infinite universes, but we're trying to be practical. So, you'd need 364 people a universe to reach London's population, which there is. All in all, population-wise, FL is better than London. Population, though, is just a number, so everything goes out the window. Keep in mind this was just a theory. I don't claim to know anything about Fallen London. Anyway, I've never been to London, but I'd probably still prefer FL. I'll wrap this up now, but according to me, Fallen London is better than London. The art, plotlines, and the general atmosphere is great. Well, You can say you've reached the end, now. Shortening to 300 words... it was better with 674.
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Qube Posts: 29 1/19/2020	Worst Idea: Trying to play this game sneaky. When I first dipped my proverbial toes into FL, I was all set to be some kind of Master Thief, and I made choices that made sense from a Shadowy standpoint; I picked the Unobtrusive Bowler as my benefactor item, I became friends with Urchins (because I figured they'd be into the really good sneaky stealing, not like those artless Criminals going around mugging everyone with no dignity or tact), and when presented the choice for my Ambition, naturally I picked Light Fingers. And then... I'm not sure when exactly it happened, but the game started throwing Dangerous checks at me, and never really let up. The first time I had to pass a Dangerous check in Spite I didn't think too much of it; even if you're sticking to the shadows you've got to knock out one person or backstab another. But then there were barroom brawls, more strong-arming marks for their valuables than actual sneak-thievery, trying to keep it subtle by giving the romantic angle a try in Veilgarden... and invariably having to fight off rival suitors. It never let up. And then came the fateful day when what should've been a relaxing picnic turned into singlehandedly fighting off a literal army of Rattus Faber that had invaded my then-humble Lodgings. Again, the old days were a blur, but when next the time came to do business with The Docks, and the opportunity to become a Rat-Catcher presented itself, it was as though the game itself was sending me a Sign. I accepted my new career, the shotgun with a scope that serves as my badge of office, and set the ways of soft foot and nimble hand aside, and dedicated myself to the task of dealing with London's vermin problem. And London does have quite the vermin problem, and not just limited to sentient, armed rats, either; spiders can be "vermin", snakes can be "vermin", cats can be "vermin", Rubbery Men can be "vermin", Clay Men can be very large "vermin" indeed, Tomb-Colonists can be "vermin", JAck of Smiles can be "vermin", Knife-And-Candle players can be "vermin", Criminals can be "vermin", Magicians can be "vermin", Devils can be "vermin", Seekers can be "vermin", various species of bat can be "vermin" (but you didn't hear that from me), and don't get me started on all the "vermin" that keep trying to drag my zubmarine into the murky depths of the zee, up to and including entire fleets of rival scholars. Truly, a humble Rat-Catcher's job is never done. And the beatings will continue until the Neath's "vermin" problem is sorted out. -- http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Qube Rat-Catcher by profession, treasure-seeker by diversion. No depth too low, no height untouchable. Send me your catboxes, I need them for catching rats. Don't ask how. Trade secret. Gloria In Latrones
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Cpt. Eructus Posts: 74 1/16/2020	Category: Worst Idea of the Decade IGN: Eructus Eructus had never cared much for his soul. His was a life of daring and mischief, of honey-dens and palace backrooms. He seldom entered a church if it wasn’t to pilfer some candles, and he didn’t frequent any man of the cloth from whom he couldn’t squeeze some favours later on. He had dabbled in the soul trade and done many unsavoury things. What was a soul? A pitiful-looking thing in a bottle. But he had never considered parting with his soul. Not out of any sentimental affectation, mind. It was a matter of property: his soul was his, and he intended for it to stay that way. He wasn’t particularly pleased with the shape of his nose either, but he was not going to have it lopped off. The careless bliss promised by soullessness was as uninteresting to him as the vicar’s preachings. He knew full well what the Quiet Deviless was after, from the beginning. Both her and a certain Affectionate Devil were vying for his soul, and Eructus let himself be spoilt by their gifts and attentions. It became a playful game of cat and mouse. He played the part, but remained impervious to their charms. They were patient. Tonight, she finally posed the question, softly. He let out a good-natured laugh. Maybe it was the sherry, maybe her yellow eyes, but he decided he was game for some teasing. Only she wasn’t playing anymore. What did she say? What did she do? What did he agree to? -- Captain Eructus, Royal Bethlehem Hotel, Fallen London (when not at zee)
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NNNnobody Posts: 103 1/13/2020	Favourite headcanon: Mr. Eaten's revenge isn't over. It'll use its ability to stain souls to corrupt those who feed on them, in the end bringing down reality itself. -- https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/NNNnobody
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Mr. Zone Posts: 9 1/14/2020	When Mr. Zone first came to the neath seeking revenge six years ago, he knew nothing. Now he knows too much. His ultimate goal is to bring true death to the neath and dealing in knowledge brought him great power and wealth. Once he achieved residence in a Spire of the Bazaar and looked down upon everyone else, the truth was revealed. The Masters of the Bazaar are the true power in the neath and in order to have control over life and death he must become a Master. Using Vials of the Masters Blood he completed a blood transfusion. His veins flow with the essence of a Master. He now knows himself as Mr. Death. Though a murderer and licentiate, he is compassionate. He renounces love for himself and encourages love for others. They must know the embrace of life before the embrace of death. This is my story. This is my memory. -- https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Mr%20Zone I'll come for you... later
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