Your name is SECILY IOPARA, and as of right now those two six letter words are the only things in your life that feel real. What felt like purpose and drive has given way to caution and suspicion.
No longer are these thoughts resigned solely to those you pursue, and instead those you believed you could trust have become shrouded in deceit. Read More
Who has the resources and the nerve to execute a theft of this magnitude, get away with it, and put a tail on the planet's top regulator, all while finding the time to engage in online harassment?
One thing's for sure: you're going stir-crazy here. This sparse respiteblock won't hold you for long. Read More
No time to think. No time to breathe.
Your name is SECILY IOPARA, and you are BUSY. Read More
Another half-remembered dream. You are a sprawling machine, every piece of you grinding with effort, going too long without being maintained.
Your gears scream and spark with a grating noise that, taken all at once, is an atonal melody, brilliant in its simplicity. You sing for the effort and the labor. You turn and turn. Never done. Read More
A theft has occurred in the Northern Wastes. Stolen? A philter of the Vivifier's blood, said to have supernatural properties. In charge of the investigation? Yourself.
You have your orders, and you have a case to solve. You think you should start close to home. Known quantities. You've got two candidates in mind to interview first. You choose... Read More
Your name is SECILY IOPARA. You are the chief regulator for the REPITON CORPORATION, more recently known by its variety of slick rebrands.
You’ve been pulled off your current caseload for a Priority Aleph, which is a once-in-a-binary-eclipse level of problem. Which is good. Petty crime gets rote after a while. Read More
You proffer the dueling rapier, your second-best, to the ruffian. You took down his two mates easily enough, and now he’s the last one standing. Unarmed and afraid.
This is part of the ritual for you. He’s not dying alone. Read More