Tales of Nowhere Copernicus Stratt

Right, so! Who d'we have this time? Rothdamona Mossweaver, Sebastian Garcia de Esperanza del Rio, Jules, and Diviciacus. Huh, interesting bunch. I'll have to show them around Nowhere, get 'em ready for the job of a lifetime, and if there's time...ask how they died. I'm sure they've got interesting stories to tell, though a whole new journey for 'em starts here.

Honestly, I didn't want to send the rookies out into Nowhere like that. But this mission means everything to me, and I'm not going to screw it up again. There are things out there that I can't explain yet, and they're going to have to face them. But at least they'll be together. It's only one night, how much trouble could extra dimensional space really give them?

It's kinda fun watching a new team come together, ain't it? With them grappling with their new selves, a new universe, new rules, new drinks, new food, and a very enticing and deadly contest on the horizon I can honestly say I can't wait to see what happens next. Wait, does one of them have four arms now? What's all that about?

They've decided to enter a tournament, huh? Fraught with danger and perils unlike anything they've seen so far, I bet. You know, I've never really competed in a tournament. Or watched a tournament. Or been to a party. But my creators told me about parties once. They sound great.

They've all got a job to do. Could be hard most of the time to see it, but that's the truth. Every action they take, every person they meet, could set into motion a series of events that will save or doom us all. And I think that's true of everyone. Even you. Most of the evidence of that comes from things like that conversation on Castrovel. Because every person you meet is so, massively important. It just might take a while to uncover exactly how.

The complexities of choice will never cease to amaze me. I mean, I've heard stories about the thread of fate, how our tales are already told before we're even born. But that being the case, where does the struggle of a decision even come from? Are we fighting against the will of the multiverse? If it's all going to happen anyway, why bother with something as pointless as doubt? I think I'm thinking about this too much. That tends to happen when you've been alone for so long.