A dream has appeared somewhere on the outer edges of the known Dreamsphere.
A rolling, beautiful field, where there is no war, no hate, no fear. Only peace and prosperity.
The sun shines high in the sky, the clouds create whimsical shapes. Where there is light, there is life.
The creatures speak of the legendary Cultivator, the Dreamer who created their reality, and, even now, some Dreamers speak of him too.
The native inhabitants include
The Pumpkin Heads, a towering workforce whom construct and farm in the name of The Cultivator
and The Kleybrich, a stouter, softer folk whom could not want for anything. They are colorless malleable people-shaped things.
At the heart of The Fields of The Sun lies a small, rustic village, with a general store, a church, and a few houses.
Littered through out are stonehenge-like constructions accompanied by the pumpkin heads whom built them.
Large earthworms slither and graze on the grass around the field,s sitting unbothered and content.
And, of course, a singular tree that stands tall against the earth. A proud symbol of Cultivation.
(any world events in relation to the internet will be marked as such).
After the Dreamers' escapades, The Internet inside the Dreamsphere is now partly functional. Connections and chatrooms are now open to anyone with a functional computer, as well as website browsing and perhaps more.
(if you'd like to investigate The Internet, i or another judge will run a move.)
In other news, The Glass City is now accessible by finding a bench in the Hub marked with 'GC' and sleeping on it.
After making their way through the nightmare, the layer of fog that obscured the larger surface of the Dreamsphere has dissappeared.
There now exists a hub area (for those of you without the Outsider condition) that you may visit which can serve as a backdrop for several things such as Moves or Hustles, as well as a store where you can accquire mundane objects.
The Dreamsphere's 'Community' is quite small and undiscovered, finding another (non-player) dreamer is difficult, leaving most buildings empty.
This hub is the bridge between worlds which allows you to visit other Dreamer's hubs, usually via finding them randomly.
You find that the internet does not work here, nor will your electronics (computers, phones, the like), written correspondence or physical communication seems to be the only way of speaking, as of now.
In due time, this world will expand beyond your wildest dreams, i'm sure of it.
“Unsettling are the days in which everyone is an expert.”
― Criss Jami
Nowadays you can't go a day without some phony prophet trying to peddle their wares to you.
Driven by the increased interest in the supernatural, charlatans from palm readers to televangelists are everywhere. And while the vast majority of witches, psychics, magicians, hypnotists, cures, potions, faith healers, and clairvoyants are complete fakes, they do make a living.
As the saying goes, "it's easier for an actor to make it in alternative medicine than Hollywood."
Most people scoff at these clearly-phony supernatural services, yet those same people often buy into at least one scam.
The most dangerous charlatans are the self-styled monster hunters who carry a mall-ninja arsenal and guns with silver bullets. Most have never encountered anything supernatural and do absolutely nothing besides burn some sage and patrol the area for a night or two. Even so, those who are superstitious, fearful, or desperate enough will hire them to solve the problems they simply don't understand. In some cases with disastrous results.
For Contractors, charlatans are red herrings and obstacles. Clumsy fakes that conjure a smokescreen of misinformation and escalate the situations they're in.