Dictator Perpetuo; Castellum Magnum Burns Forward

On the edge of the hub world came a deep rumbling and groaning, birthed forth from the mind of a Dreamer, a grand wall sprung forth from the earth and filled the air with ticking, humming, and banging so loud it cracked the sky.

Until it all stopped.

Dreamers who came to observe the gates found it opened up into a grand city of humming pipes and flowing waters. (see biome data for further into)

The resulting flood of bright blue water excaping the gate has given the hub world some rapidly formed lakes and rivers.

The Grand Archivist; Recorded Forevermore in Liberosc

Log XX, 20XX
I stand here within these great halls, following my great excursion into the depths, surrounded by shelves upon shelves.
It is clear to me that these orbs hold great power, should they be wielded by a dreamer.
The ability to carve something out of nothing... take hold on the inky dark and shape it into your own vision... it's scary, is it not? Should it fall into the wrong hands...
Well, even so, there is much else to worry about.. the state of these shelves! Thank goodness for Tammie, of whom I had to name myself? The residents of the Dreamsphere sure are unusual.
There's much to be done! With mention of "Him" and such, there is much to look into. That ever-expanding darkness... it's hiding secrets.

Signed, Ashandra

The Fields of The Sun

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.

The Internet; Boot-Up

(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.

The Dreamer's World Awakens

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.