CARNELIAN

[dramatispersonae]

A paper cut-out door painted in your team’s color springs up from the ground, opening the way to your team’s room.

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[outstandingbalance]

If we are, no one told me.

[dissorder]

Feel free to fill it in with something else.

[dirtdevil]

I'm more concerned with the next part. I don't know anything about how this place was before people started magically appearing.

[dissorder]

Just make it up.

[outstandingbalance]

That's pretty much it. Go with what you know... fill in there rest.

[dirtdevil]

For this world knew only darkness and... chaos, creatures that crept in the night and.

Shadows?

[ bullshitting intensifies. this is turning into a horror story ]

[outstandingbalance]

A conflict appears.

[dirtdevil]

All stories must have both light and dark, after all.

[ ...curses under his breath ]

This makes zero sense.

[outstandingbalance]

It doesn't have to make sense. It just has to seem plausible.

[dirtdevil]

[ sighs in annoyance and then continues ]

As the heroes and knights settled into Aather, so did the Personae begin to be ripped from the pages of their stories. But all was not well—with the seeds of change came... I don't know, strife?

[ guess whose first game is not going well ]

[outstandingbalance]

Alright, strife.

Whose world was this, really? Why were the heroes here? Where were their skills and their memories, and why could they not leave? Why should they help and be entangled in what was not their fight?

[dirtdevil]

Isn't that the question.