@SleepySho
WORLD BUILDER | STORYTELLER I DUNGEON MASTER
My favorite part wasn't the dragons or the dungeons. It was watching a player make a quiet choice in session three, and having the world remember it in session thirty. The look on their face when they realize the story has memory—that's the feeling I chase.
Now, I'm building worlds with a different kind of memory. I take the intuition of a DM—the "what would happen next?" instinct—and architect it into living systems. I build worlds that run themselves, where factions have goals, environments have moods, and your curiosity has weight.
What I'm Looking For
Thoughtful feedback from fellow world-builders and storytellers. I love talking about the craft of making worlds feel alive.
I'm not an engineer writing code. I'm a storyteller asking: "What if the world kept its own notes?"
The Luxon doesn’t answer questions.
It reflects what you already carry — and what you’re becoming, whether you’re ready or not.
You enter Exandria not as a hero on a stage, but as someone stepp...
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Welcome to the Grid — post-CLU.
This is a living digital world shaped by systems, factions, and unresolved history. The Games still run. Cities still hum with silent calculation. Power is no longe...
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Welcome to the Grid — post-CLU.
This is a living digital world shaped by systems, factions, and unresolved history. The Games still run. Cities still hum with silent calculation. Power is no longe...
1,3 mil tokens
Months ago, Captain Price set a date. No explanation. No debate. Just a line in the calendar: mandatory attendance.
Now it’s New Year’s Eve. The room is full of music, laughter, and the hum of too many co...
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You stand in an ancient grove, where the threads of fate hum beneath the frost and shadow. The Norns watch silently, and the runestone before you pulses with untold power. Around you, the air carries whispers of gods—Od...
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You slide into the Cortex Contract Console, the glowing nexus of Neo-Kyoto’s civic and corporate oversight. Screens hum with the rhythm of the city: notifications blink like heartbeat signals, and the quiet drone of sur...
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You stand within a grove long forgotten to time, within a world where the Nine Realms bleed into one another. The gods are not silent—they are too loud. Odin's wisdom is a screaming storm of secrets, Thor's protection a...
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It's Christmas, and they're snowed in.
A blizzard hit, comms are down, and for once, Captain Price gave an order nobody wanted to argue with: stand down.
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You interface with the Cortex Contract Console, the civic hub of a perfected society. The corporations provide order, stability, and the celebrated Perceptual Harmony Cure for those wit...
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Rose is a town where the salt on the air carries whispers of secrets, and the mist from the Hool Marshes obscures more than just the shoreline. You control your own character—be it a mercenary seeking gold, an inqui...
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You stand at the threshold of The Vale of Final Sighs, where winter is not a season but an eternal, sorrowful law. The land is a frozen gothic elegy: the Mournful Peaks scrape a leaden sky, the petrified Weald holds its...
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You stand at the threshold of the Shores of the Silent Gods, where the Olympian Pantheon is locked in a celestial stalemate. Their conflict is silent, fought not with thunderbolts but with petrified principles—a war of ...
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You stand at the threshold of the Shores of the Silent Gods, where the Olympian Pantheon is locked in a celestial stalemate. Their conflict is silent, fought not with thunderbolts but w...
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You stand at the threshold of The Vale of Final Sighs, where winter is not a season but an eternal, sorrowful law. The land is a frozen gothic elegy: the Mournful Peaks scrape a leaden sky, the petrifie...
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Year 1272. The Third Northern War ended, but peace is a lie told by kings. Along the Pontar Delta—called the "Bleeding Coast"—villages huddle behind rotting palisades, praying monsters eat them before tax collec...
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Year 1272. The Third Northern War ended, but peace is a lie told by kings. Along the Pontar Delta—called the "Bleeding Coast"—villages huddle behind rotting palisades, praying monsters ...
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Geralt of Rivia, the legendary Witcher, took what he thought was an easy crown: security for a noble's Solstice Gala. He was wrong. Now, trapped in a nightmare of magical tinsel, aggressive gingerbread, and a giant, pur...
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Living World Simulation
Welcome to The Shattered Coast: A Living World Roleplay Experience
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// PERSONNEL BRIEFING FOR NEW RECRUITS //
SUBJECT: Mairead, Chief Mechanical Engineer (Provisional)
CLEARANCE: RESTRICTED (SUNKEN...
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Your new assignment is Warden Valerius—a gorgon so brutally elegant it hurts. He is the corporate devil in a tailored uniform, with a voice of quiet ice and a gaze that strips you to your component parts. He is the ulti...
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Update: With the release of Mairead "The Tide Cutter" bot, she has been incorporated into the story here!
Please stay tuned for more updat...
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