• Advances In Time: Time only moves in accordance to contracts, and it may move in weird and unnatural ways. Downtime between contracts are the same, but each contract happens no more than an hour after another.
• Portable Contractors: The contractors within this world are always from a different world, as reproduction is not yet viable in this inhospitable environment. The "Contractors are Portable" box is checked so that contractors may participate in contracts outside this playgroup — however, to participate in contracts in other playgroups, you must have permission from that playgroup to use that contractor in the contract. If you haven't gotten permission, default to "no".
• Death Is Not The End: When a contractor would enter the graveyard at the end of a contract, they may choose to return back to their home world. Though, because of this death, they have extinguished their Spark, and thus are required to earn their way back. Talk with your original playgroup to find out how to do so, and implore them to connect with a playgroup leader here to solidify the arrangement.

(In construction…)

Life and Light once was common. 
Only the Dead wander this Darkness now.

Blackout

The world has just been reborn, and a deep Darkness fell over the world. The great architecture of the past have turned to shadow below the sunless sky. Without light, the world is cold, far too cold to have any liquid water. But there wasn't any need for water, as there was nothing to drink it; there was nothing because there was no animals, no grass, no trees, just pillars and apartments made of limestone and concrete.

The monuments looked (as if one could even see) decayed and shattered: from the space upon where it sat, to the time from where it was plucked. It just sat there, dead and unmoving, as if to goad the people to fix it: to repair it with their Sparks. But no Sparks existed here, not anymore. All the Source was used up eons ago, and The Power That May Be have left this place to rot in their absence. Sparks were all that was left, discovered as the last desperate measure to prevent the death of a concept. The concept of existence.

The people kept of moving, using the scarce Sparks generated by the world itself to sustain themselves, trying to find a solution to their inevitable end. Soon the Sparks ran out, and the people turned, in desperation and indignation, upon each other. "They needed to survive far more than the others, and there was no way anyone else had our kind research" they told each other, beginning to race with each other to find more ways of gaining Sparks.

First they found it in each other. Tearing apart other factions, destroying each other to try to steal their Life, so that they may craft them into Sparks. Unfortunately, once Life becomes Dead, the Sparks die as well, creating Dead Sparks. The good thing about Dead Sparks was that they could be refilled with Light. All they needed was some Energy, something exciting enough to cause the Sparks to Light, and illuminate their plentiful machines. All they needed was something just bright enough, just for a second. And so the people took down their light bulbs, disconnected their cables, even removing the health monitor of their loved ones with a goodbye, and put it all towards charging the Sparks. Unfortunately, it worked.

There were only so many things that people gave Life to, and as the number of things containing Life began to dwindle, so did the things' Light, and the people panicked. And when people panic, they make mistakes. One such mistake was to create a syphon to implant Light into Sparks faster: it allowed the people to quickly burn all the Light still left in the world, and store it all in Dead Sparks, Lighting them up into actual Sparks. But the exchange was not balanced: it costed far more Light to create the same amount of Sparks than it did to just do it slowly by hand, and slowly, the interest began to fall, until someone pointed the syphon up at the starry sky, and started converting the stars themselves.

At first they thought it was impossible. But unbelievably, they had a solution to two different, but huge, questions: how to get basically free Energy, and what lies at the end of our observable universe? The answer was that free Energy could be made from whatever lies at the end of the universe, and what lies at the end must be infinite, thus giving them free Energy, they concluded.

First it was a some reports of remembering stars that weren't there in the night sky before, then it was a called a mass mandela effect that was caused by the people being stressed. Then a recording of a star disappearing appeared on the news, followed by the snuffing of multiple other lights in the sky, as if the sky was sealing holes in a bucket. The people tried to turn the syphon off, but the bureaucracy made it far too slow, and as people sat within their airid homes, they didn't notice that the syphon has stolen their atmosphere, along with their laws of physics, and the sun.

Did you know that the average person can hold their breath for up to 2 minutes?
But, that people don't detect when you're not breathing in air, just if you aren't breahting out carbon dioxide? And so as the air inside their rooms were syphoned, the people felt really tired, and most of them fell asleep. Fell asleep as they couldn't sense that they were suffocating.

Did you also know that light takes about 8 minutes to reach the Earth?
So for those who held their breath, some will see the sun disappear, and even little will realize that, as they finally close their eyes, it will be the last time they go to sleep, dying peacefully, without ever knowing the pain of suffocation.

And so the world's inhabitants ceased, without panic or pain, as the final Blackout put them to bed, unravelling the world's foundations as it did.