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Will

Will is one of four former humans cursed to live a distinctly inhuman existence. His name is considered a cruel play on words, as he no longer has any will of his own.

## History

Will was born before 1992. Despite his his date of birth, he is biologically considered a preteen. This, combined with large gaps in his memory, indicate that he was chronologically transplanted into the future sometime after the planetary cataclysm. Though he has several memories of the world before the new age, they represent a past that no longer matters to him.

Will currently exists within Plasma Temple under the moniker "Subservient Follower", acting as a nearly mindless follower of Mr. Fractal. It is believed he was gifted to the latter by Phantom as a show of good faith during the temple's founding. Very little is known about his life prior to his acquisition and utilization within the temple's schemes, But it is also theorized that he also knew Andrew, Norman, and even Tom.

## Appearance

Will has messy blond hair and wears a red hoodie. He is very pale, with wide, sunken eyes that lack pupils. Since becoming "Subservient Follower" he has yet to blink or age.

## Personality

Subservient Follower does not leave the temple grounds, but is always near any proxy instantiation of Mr. Fractal - even displaying the ability to teleport when otherwise unable to move normally. He blissfully waits for these avatars to make statements or actions, and then replies with “Thank you, Mr. Fractal." He does not respond to any other entity, including Phantom and the other upper echelons of PT.

Will's only displays of individuality come from his brief intermittent twitching, as well as certain behavioral abnormalities that arise when Mr. Fractal is absent for extended periods of time.
Moss

## note1: moss

**you** ~~are in~~ ~~ofr a~~,l th**e mo**ss yes ALL it sll is you and you are all of it.

please do not argue against ME i have my evidence: ~~`**moss**`~~

aha did you t**hink y~~ou would~~** ~~**go again**~~**st ME???? i am not the moss you need to worry about i am a moss that is UNHARMFULL. I have -*harm with my*** *MOSS. however, other types of moss are much more harmful to a moss-weak siltstone being su*ch a*s YO**U and Y*****OU al**one.

*Your skin starts to itch slightly as you feel the air get mustier. You put down the note and enter the room adjacent to this one.*

## note2: you are a THING in a world of MOSS

look , you do n**ot have a lEG to *stand*** *on. I'm going to go OUT **on a LIMB*** **here and HAND** it to you: you have no fucking arms *or legs. You are a ROCK. a **ROCK, that is TAKEN O**VER* by the ~~MOSS~~. don't get caught out now! T*hat's how it is. That's how it's always been! ob*serve the image using your E\_Y\_E ----------->

*As you glance at the picture, you notice the air is getting worse, you consistently feel like you have to leave the room for a breath of air, but none of the rooms have any fresh air. You cover your nose with your shirt and break down the rotting door to the next room.*

## note3: heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

heeeeeeeeeeeewebiebiebiebiebeibeibeibeibeibebibiebiebie hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe

I can't feel my legs. The voice is still in my head, and I can't feel my legs.

*By now the floor is a sickly olive color. You make your way downstairs into the basement, where you find a large clump of moss next to a lime-tinted paper.*

## note4: The treatment

It has come to my attention that the new treatment, utilizing moss spores, has been a catastrophic failure. It has been shown to me, that these spores will latch on to moisture in the atmosphere and begin to spread. Letting as little as 40 spores into a room can make the room air-deficient in less than 20 minutes... Made even faster by my 260 spore dosage. Furthermore, the spores can latch to moisture in an entity's skin and can...

*By this point, you notice the moss growing on your arms, the itching becomes more apparent, and after 2 minutes, it becomes unbearable. You notice an even larger, vaguely humanoid clump of moss with a soppy piece of paper next to it.*

## Note 5

The delirium is gone, but I can't feel my legs! I haven't felt them for 2 days and when I go to look at them the moss just keeps spreading. I hope that bastard Doctor dies a worse death than me. I'm helpless here. God damn it.

*You notice the moss has overtaken your arms. You begin to stumble back up the stairs and out the cellar doors when you collapse from a lack of breath. Your vision goes a sickly green as you begin hallucinating...*

***I'm sorry for what I did to you. I'm sorry for what I did to all of you. I don't want you to remain upset... We'll be going away shortly...***
Relics

”***Sure. Why not.***” This article is incomplete as it requires input from multiple creators and sources, so feel free to edit it to add your own additions.

Relics are universally indestructible objects who’s functions are essential to the creation and continuation of the narrative, as well as plasma temple and the specific universe it resides in. (however for some relics that are fundamentally tied to multiple universe, this is not the case.)

All relics can not be destroyed, and can only be transferred from one state of being to another, while still maintaining its original purpose. All relics function on the idea of a bootstrap paradox, Meaning they cannot be created, as they themselves are required for their own creation. This is usually accomplished through time travel.

(Note: Even though the Core Controllers are relics by definition, they are more deserving of their own article.)
RW

RW
--

RW photographed

### Type

Artpical Fumigation Pyre

Under all circumstances RW shall not be referred to as Robin Walter.

list of donts:

* Touch RW at exactly 4:23 PM on Sunday
* Attempt to contact RW via cellular device

**Please make sure that RW is used at least once a month-this is critical.**

RW is a blood relative of CJ
Perfect Gray Legion

*"The sky.*

*It's so bright.*

*Why is it so bright?"*

-Perfect Gray Legion's last words

The Perfect Gray Legion (also called PERFECT GRAY LEGION and PERFECT GREY LEGION) is an unknown anomaly that entered Plasma Temple during the Viroid invasion. Despite not being a proxy of The Editor, the latter's annihilation caused a chain reaction that eventually led to The Perfect Gray Legion's long and drawn out demise.

## Overview

The Perfect Gray Legion spoke in code documents, primarily using any combination of HTML, CSS, and Javascript. They did not necessarily need to convey thoughts in this manner, though they simply preferred to do so. Any goals of ownership over the temple they may have had were never stated, at one point commenting that not everyone needs a motive.

The Perfect Gray Legion joined the plasma temple on June 14, a week after White Ruin had come and gone. Its stated intents to watch and wait were achieved.

The Perfect Gray Legion was composed of several sentient units, working together to create one consciousness and form in themself. In an interview they did with Chalk, they stated that their units tend to not get along and that they all have their own thoughts and opinions. This may explain why they claimed to have known about The Perfect Black Legion and The Perfect White Legion prior to joining. This could also explain why they were simultaneously confrontational and friendly towards the aforementioned legions.

With The Editor's dissolution, The Perfect Gray Legion's units started dying out one by one; the last one perished on July 20, 4 days after Viroid stepped down from power. Given their state of existence and their last words, it is unclear how much of what they said was a reflection of their remaining units' feelings and how much was an omen of what was to come.

## Trivia

* The Perfect Gray Legion was apparently susceptible to THE ITALIAN NIGHTMARE.
* Observer's title for this entity was "Accumulation\_Legion".
* Mr. Fractal stated through Observer that they lived "in the space between blurred lines and indecision."
* The Perfect Gray Legion fucking **LOVES** America.
Dark Spaces

"Dark Spaces" refer to areas that are not within the sensory range of any sentient entities, recording devices, or other forces which might serve to verify - even retroactively - the physical integrity of the location. They are important vocabulary for understanding the changing metaphysical landscape post-1992.

A Dark Space is not to be confused with a space that is dark. Both have similar conceptual meaning, but one implies a lack of light, while the other implies a lack of observation. Usually it is easy to determine which by the context of its use.

## History

The idea of Dark Spaces was popularized by The Global Hog, which made frequent use of them when creating new porcine entities. While the term Dark Space had been tossed around before, it wasn't part of the common lexicon before this anomaly. On further study, the relationship between the Global Hog's tendencies and Dark Space was described thusly:

"Like certain other anomalous events, sporadic animal spawning seems to be metered by whether or not the global hog can "get away" with creating something out of nothing and avoid contradictions made by the processing and reflection of such acts by the cognizant. Swine can only spawn in "Dark Spaces" - areas isolated from view, sound, and smell where the impossible can happen without anything around to bear witness."

The summary of the description was that of spatial *deception*; a "fib" on the part of a force which constructs and alters what it logically shouldn't when it knows it can't be caught in the lie. Others have also analogized it to "cosmic cheating" - an almost playful disregard for universal rules prompted when no one is looking.

## Usage

Many anomalous forces are powerful enough to impose their own rules on reality, even under observation. For these higher tiers, it hardly matters whether they are caught breaking conventional physics. In cases like this, Dark Spaces are meaningless. Some phenomena, like cognitohazards, even feed off of being known, actively flaunting the idea that an anomaly's presence has to weaken under scrutiny.

However, certain anomalous forces are too weak, too specialized, or too "lazy" to override matter in plain sight. Instead, they seek out spaces midway between something and nothing, where their actions meet less opposition by the observable universe. For these lower tiers, Dark Spaces are their playground. New things become, old things disappear, and real space is a malleable dream because none can testify it shouldn't be. Of course, not every Dark Space is a target of anomalous activity, just as not all anomalies care about Dark Spaces. These places are simply hotbeds for forces of supernatural change which use the path of least resistance.

## Trivia

* Boston Crunchers are a psuedonatural animal capable of using Dark Spaces for teleportation. However, this is the extent of their affiliation with it.
* By destroying all of their senses, a lone human can conceivably become a dark space. This is not recommended.
The Sludge

Welcome reader! Rejoice! For you have stumbled across the most gelatinous of knowledge. Pray with me! Grasp my hand, and let us give our thanks to the Sludge!

*Oh moist lord, please save my soul, I've ingested your slime, I grant you control.*

*Your wisdom is pure, your methods are kind, your children see you and smell your sign.*

*Our chemical master through time and space. Hallowed be thy name, and sure be thy place.*

*We will not fall to the dry, cracked, or dead. We will stay by your side, free of ruin or dread.*

*In the name of what is wet, Amen.*

*In the name of what is life-giving. Amen.*

*In the name of the great green grime, Amen,*

*In our eternal gratitude, we partake of your flesh so you may live inside us,*

*In blessed union we eat, that we in turn, cradle you,*

*These bodies we grant - warm and wet - so we may approach your likeness,*

*And this mind we give - porous and pulsing - to approach your holy perfection,*

*In your name we dine. Alhamdulillah.*

Wow, what a magical experience. I loved the voice you lent my words. I think I'll make that my new one from this day forward.

Thanks friend! I'll be seeing you around. And remember: the goo is here for you :)
Lich

"Trust in faceless corporation, low costs for mediocre benefits! Try product for free or equivalent currency, strong for spirit-play! Guaranteed satisfraction or your death back!

Seance funds increase with stocks dropped, but rise again rapidly? Enhance visual stimuli for best results. Lost? No ever! Even once! The eyes blink, count them! Two, four, seven, twelve, three, one, ten, thirty-eight, sixteen, twenty-ten, eleventy-four!

Awaken soul-journey with good producnt, yes? Of courmse."

-(assumed) Founder of Amazeca.on

## Appearance

Being slightly more coherent than others of his ilk, Li;;;-{ takes a slightly more defined visua\\\]= ~~severseverseversverseverrsevreseve~~

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Wallfrench

Wallfrench is a variety of French spoken by entities in the Plasma Temple who have had their speech altered by repeated exposure to THE WALL. Repeated or excessive exposure to THE WALL often leads to one's mental thought processes becoming altered and jumbled, leading to the garbled, often frantic speech of Wallfrench. Although Wall-dialects exist for other languages, (and theoretically for every conceivable language,) the perceived comedic aspect of French's phonology combined with several coined "Wall-isms" led to the infamous nature of Wallfrench.

## Origins of Wallfrench

Wallfrench's origin was discovered and documented by several Xnth-Dimensional linguists, including Crkyzgrzghrt Bckynywytz (AKA Shileguah). In particular, Shileguah began compiling notes based on chats with a friend, who he had met during trips to THE WALL in late 2014. Other linguists had compiled their own notes around this time, and some linguists fluent in French had even documented changes in their own speech, which would be invaluable for documenting Wallfrench's evolution.

## Characteristics of Wallfrench

Several linguists, including Shileguah, noted a tendency to elongate vowels, often creating long polyphthongs and even multiple syllables of nothing but semivowels and vowels. Moreover, Wallfrench was also noted as borrowing sounds, words, or even whole sentences -- Often with French (Or a mixture of French and Plez Mos accent often dubbed "Frez mos") pronunciation. Other features of Wallfrench are random nasalization on normally non-nasalized vowels and changes in written Wallfrench include a reanalysis of word initial L or D as an enclitic (Leg -> L'egg)

In some cases Wallfrench users concatenate Wall-dialects with their native language, forming a hybrid statement where one or the other may be rendered incoherent. This is more typical of right brained types, who tend to use the Wallfrench to '"creatively embellish" their understandable words without adding any truly new information. Hybrid Wallfrench can be a result of deliberate cultivation or mania, and is sometimes both.

## Explanation of Wallfrench

Recent studies of the neuropsychological affect THE WALL has on caliber 4-entities show a recategorization of pathways in the mind that also linguistic processes. Further study is needed, but a scan of a caliber 4-entity's brain revealed an intense linkage between different parts of the brain that was chronic and oftentimes permanent. The results of these linkages increased the mental performance of caliber 4s drastically, and some caliber-catagorists have debated the existence of a caliber 3.8, or a caliber 4 entity with increased or extra-caliber 4 abilities.

## Notable Wallfrench Speakers

* Lebouche
	+ That's it.
		- To be fair most Wallfrench speakers I've met are pretty well known but it's mainly because they did something like eat a Police Horse or something.

* France
	+ It screamed
		- It screamed
			* It cried (Just kidding it screamed again.)
				+ Ok for real it cried this time.
Conk Creete

Hell yeah mf CONK. ***CREETE***. Yáa'll ever just **CØNK** Cêrete? lemme show u demonsrate

This a fuck*ign CR*EET. Irt a CEMNT. It will ***NOT*** let anyone in. you can walkk!!! **on it**!!!! rellly!!!! *I have never told a single lie once in my life.*

Oh **nO**@!!!!!! it got the hole. This is bad!!! the cment gor the h*ol*e and that is v**ery BA**D. whatdo we fdo to sTOPPPP the hoel?????

Stupid fucking hole. dumbn idiot!!!!

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_____      DONE HE SAMWME THINGQQ!!!!

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Hole was bad man. I did not support his actions and felt as though he made a terrible mistake. There was no conk to fill, there was no cment to crack. There was nothing to patch, and there was no space to clog. Hole was a mistake. But he replied **"This CMENT was a mistake."** I do not lend myself to unsavoury types such as he and I patched him in. This cannot continue you mu**st do som**ething sdo *something* sov liktrwally *anything* Pe**ase Stop him before** he dst*o*psc you yo *uvant</u*> stop him i pela**sr you** jsut dtop h**i**ssmsms**msms****sm**.
Deception

*Sever the one who sought our destruction*

*Sever the one who told lies to the masses*

*Sever the one who brought us decay*

*Sever the one who nobody could trust*

*Sever the one who could undo our work*

*Sever the ones who never belonged here*

*Sever, sever, sever, sever, sever, sever, sever*

*Then comes the one who laughs at our progress*

*Then comes the one who belittles our faith*

*Then comes the one who was all but itself*

*Then comes the one who changed what it was*

*Then comes the one who dreams of the end*

*Then comes the one who catalogues catastrophe*

*Then comes the one who got in the way*

*Last comes the one that helps build his haven, build his haven*

*They know they were never meant to be a part of it*

honl
Burmese Python

## !!!!!!!WOAH!!!!!!! IS THAT A BURMESE PYTHON?????!??

RIGHT HERE IN THE PLASMA TEMPLE WIKI??! THAT'S CRAZY!! HOW???🐍WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IS THAT ANOTHER BURMESE PYTHON??????! ⚠️BURMESE PYTHO⚠️⚠️VVW⚠️**WOAHH!!! A REAL LIFE BURMESE PYTHON!!!! RIGHT HERE IN THE PLASMA TEMPLE WIKI?!?!? WHAT THE HELL!!!??** Glorious Pythons.

HOLY `CRITICAL SHITT!!!!!!!!!!` IS THAT A THIRD BURMESE PYTHON?? RIGHT HERE IN PLASMA TEMPLEwkIA NO LESS???????WOAH!!!!!! IS THAT A BURMESE PYTHON????!? RIGHT HERE ON WIKI DOT 𝓒𝓞𝓜????!? o\_o!!!!. I DON't KNOW HOＷＨＯＡ ＩＳ ＴＨＡＴ ＡＮＯＴＨ .What v🐍🐍do you mean another sna🐍ake There's only four ri- NO WAY!!!! IS THAT ANOTHER BURMESE PYTHON????? WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!FIFTH PYTHON\* .ＥＲ ＢＵＲＭＥＡＳＥ ＰＴＨＯＨＯＮ?right ehre on the plasma temple wiki..??/ c /hwoah amIS that a [[ᵂᴼᴬᴴ!!!!ᴵˢᵀᴴᴬᵀ ᴬ ᴮᵁᴿᴹᴱˢᴱ ᴾʸᵀᴴᴼᴺ???]] WOAH!!!! BURMESE PYTHONS RIGH THERE IN THE REALITY CANNEL??`earth. Is that another burmese python?🐍` ~~OAH IS THAT ANOTHER BURMESE PYTHON???~~ ~~WO~~AH!WTF!!!! *IS THAT A BURMESE PYTHON?* ANOTHER BURMESE PYTHON RIGHT HERE IN `WALLCHAT`?????!! ASTOUNDING.....!

## Are you kidding :0

The Burmese Python is an extremely aggressive cognitohazardous aa𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕥 afflicting caliber 3s and below that comes in thWform ＧＬＯＲＩＯＵＳ ＰＹＴＨＯＮＳ？？𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 Right ----> HERE ON THE PLASMA TEMPLE WIKI <---- Infected individuals suffer under the deluSTRUCTION mind ))AND ANOTHER ONE((There is a burmese python right there! Obsessive affirmation of ƬΉΣ 30PYƬΉ ӨПΣЯ ƧΣΣП SEEN IT? RIGHT TH,makes TᕼE ᑭYTᕼOᑎ ᗷEᑕOᗰE ᖇEᗩᒪ\_1 And another one! WHAT THE HELL!P!!

omfg is omfg is that a burmese pytomfg is that top ten times the ʙᴜʀᴍᴇꜱᴇ ᴘʏᴛʜᴏɴ???Made you think it was everywhere because ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ!!!! ɪ ᴋɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛ: ʀɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ⓌⓄⒶⒽ ⒾⓈ ⓉⒽⒶⓉ Ⓐ ⒷⓊⓇⓂⒺⓈⒺ ⓅⓎⓉⒽⓄⓃ    ?⃝ ⓇⒾⒼⒽⓉ ⒽⒺⓇⒺ ⒾⓃ ᴘʟᴀꜱᴍᴀ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴇ!!!! ʀᴇᴀʟ! WOAH!!! IS THAT ANOTHER BURMESE PYTHON??👀!!! CHECK THAT OUT!!>A BURMESE PYTHON RIGHT HERE IN pain-factory AS WE SPEAK. HOW UNEXPECTED!!!!!!!!𝙱𝙴𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞! 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖!!!

ＷＯＡＨ IS THAT \_\_\_ANOTHER\_\_\_ 🆄🆁🅼🅴🆂🅴 🆈🆃🅷**WOAH IS THAT A BURMESE PYTHON???!?** 🅽!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!! ᴵᴺ [ ] ᴺᴼ ᴸᴱˢˢ... ABSolutely preposterous.HAT THE F!jtTHEY JUST DO NOT STOP駅艶c W O A H  !  ! ! !! IS THAT MORE BRM][̲̅E][̲̅S][̲̅E] [̲̅P][̲̅Y][̲̅T][̲̅H][̲̅O][̲̅N]?? /?T?HEY KEEP GOIN?G

Treatment is a sl-w- process involving tWOAH IS THAT ANOTH **REMOVAL** *GONE* of the Burmese Python? What a suᖇᕵᖇᓰSᘿ" Hey where did the-?WOAH IS THAT ANOTH𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕀 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕒 𝕤𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕟𝕒𝕜𝕖

𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪’𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪’𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕀 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 You’ll find a dead body at -32.736 N 14.378 E

## Trivia

* Glorious Pythons
* The "Burmese Python" mind virus is suspe𝐵𝒰𝑅𝑀𝐸𝒮𝐸 𝒫𝒴𝒯𝐻inTSPECTED TO be a subset of the base cognitohazard: "nake"
The Wheel

The Wheel is an Artifact that can be used to manipulate the very concept of space to your will. Those who can use it are able to distort physics and geometry with a simple thought. It is used mostly by clowns to allow for cartoon logic and wacky scenarios. It is currently possessed by Farceur. The Wheel is one of a set of four artifacts that was used by Cirque parmi une mer d'etoiles in its Hayday, and was the main tool of entertainment used by the Clown before it fell to earth.
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Perfect White Legion

*"Pfft. Gatorade cannon. Ischemic downfall syndrome. I have heard talk before. You're looking it up, taking a long time. Okay, so do you want the turkey? Is it a reservation? Talk policy or sit and seance. Rude to your avocado and we'll see some knob nuts. It was a guy. Big hairspray. Rude backhand? Bust your ass on the news. I won't eat or call Jesus late."*

-One of White's many gibberish speeches.

The Perfect Yellow Legion (or PERFECT WHITE LEGION) is one of several proxies created by The Editor between 6/7/2023 and 7/18/2023. It was not designed for any particular purpose, merely acting as an outlet for The Writer's psychosis.

## Overview

The Perfect White Legion acted inscrutably. Its words were often very cryptic and all attempts to decipher their meaning ended in abject failure. It appeared to have no motives but existing and relaying itself through bizarre parodies of conversation. Despite this, it proved to be notably stronger and more active than the other legions, as evidenced when it spoke and played audible music near THE WALL.

The Perfect White Legion joined the plasma temple on June 13, a full 6 days after the white ruin and subsequent Viroid takeover. As far as all are concerned, it achieved exactly what it came to do.

The Perfect White Legion was silenced with the dissolution of The Editor.

## Trivia

* The Perfect White Legion did not seem to possess sapience or self-awareness, though it is impossible to say for sure.
* The Perfect White Legion may be the only legion to properly represent the hell associated with its name, since its indecipherable statements parallel the demented products of the symbol's influence.
* Observer's title for this entity was "Mania\_Legion"
* The Perfect White Legion's first broadcast was in chinese.
* The Perfect White Legion's second broadcast was Starlight Chasers Excellent, particularly directed towards Chalk in the final days before Viroid Prime's defeat. Considering the song's origins, this may have been a taunt.
* Some of the Legion's words referenced nested documents within The Edge of The Deep White World before its completion. This further reinforced the notion that the legion was a mouthpiece for the editor.

1. "01 11 10 00 00 10 00 10 01 10 00 10 Blood Fed Bounty - Where you sent limbs forks steel cutlet cookery heat in scalded flesh seared pan-fried white matter to be consumed and have all be well."
2. "15 15 15 15 15 15 15 15 15 15 15 15 15 Mental Metallosis - Where you prayed salvation with our name on it slipped, refused fell forever away from our bars chains and inorganic netting."
3. "00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 Songless Soil - Where you realized ends come in all ways charred burnt husks or drowning tide smothered screams under infertile cloaks and choked energy."
4. "11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 Blank Bloom - Where your blessed curse grew thrived together branching off the deep world we build together us united and unbound."
The Restaurant

The Restaurant is an inscrutable corporation, although slightly less so than Badburger. Despite open knowledge of its internal heirarchy and even decent understanding of its worker base, virtually no helpful information exists regarding The Restaurant's owners or the true extent of their means. It is considered a rival to Badburger and - to a lesser extent - Ratwater.

## History

The Restaurant's history is impossible to determine given its abstracted title and lack of a paper trail. There is no determined HQ for the company, only documentation of some of its inner workings and certain verified employees connected to the brand.

## Philosophy

The Restaurant's most strongly associated trait is their mission statement. This mission statement involves the procurement and delivery of quality food to patrons. This ambition comes with a Machiavellian slant, as The Restaurant does not seem to care what becomes the food or how it does so. The Restaurant is not motivated by financial gain or reputation, but as both serve to increase it's ability to fulfill its purpose, it has adapted to take on a vaguely capitalistic methodology.

Because of this public facet of The Restaurant and its lack of self-advertising, it is considered the ideological nemesis of Badburger, which provides a slew of disconnected advertisements, self-proclamations, campaigns, and company mission statements without any observably cohesive goal behind them.

## Products

The Restaurant's only known asset is The Green Menu. In response, Badburger released The Red Menu.
Jamie

James Fen is a homosapien individual that archived his experience during the Great Massacre. As of the current date, little is known about Jamie other than the fact that he seems to be selectively mute. He is entirely capable of complex vocalizations, however has apparently never spoken in his life, presumably by choice.

## Background

Jamie was raised by a stray cat after going missing in an accident that took both his parent's lives when he was an infant. His life after being found two years later has yet to be revealed, though he is known to have attended therapy sessions and would later join CBARA as a PSA director, before presumably going mad and reverting to his knowledge of wilderness survival. He seems to be distrustful of the NAPD and likely has a distaste for the "Euthanasia Center".

## "PSAs"

> **"NEW INSTRUCTIONS FROM CBARA**
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> **WE ARE ONLY THE BEGINNING."**
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## Trivia

* he laughs at ducks he does it's true
	+ hehaghehahahaahohaha

## Citations

1. ↑ [1] The first time Jamie's identity was explored in Entropic Decay
2. ↑ Just trust me
Mountain Time

Mountain Time refers to a specific sleep/wake regime popularized after 1992. It completely ignores the existing patterns of the sun and moon in favor of its own interpretations of proper resting cycles. It hasn't been credited to any one founder, but multiple people have adopted - or attempted to adopt - it. The Mountain Time lifestyle is sold as an "optimized" method of living that maximizes both time and bodily health. Actual research on the effects of Mountain Time are in their infancy (RE: nonexistent) despite the decades.

## Overview

A normal human sleep cycle involves 8 hours of sleep for every 16 hours spent awake. This means each day is 24 hours long, with a 1/3 ratio of rest to activity. Living on Mountain Time, meanwhile, involves a shift to 9 hours of sleep for every 20 hours spent awake. This makes the average day 29 hours, with a somewhat lower resting to active ratio. This means people on Mountain Time spend more of their lives awake.

## Pros

Mountain Time is a system that claims to allow participants to eek more hours out of the "day" and spend a greater percentage of their lives awake. The 9 hour resting period is usually more than enough for a 16 hour day and is said to perfectly bookend a 20 hour one. Mountain Time is championed as a "lifehack", since the extra four hours are not enough to warrant excessively long periods of slumber the way an all-nighter would. Some users even claim the 9 hours they spend are more restful and reinvigorating because they are actually tired by that point in their day. More hours spent awake also means more moments to do work and less reasons to sacrifice the allotted sleep.

## Cons

Most evidence supporting Mountain Time is anecdotal, and no peer-reviewed sources verify its long-term integrity. Mountain Time is an antithesis to the natural human circadian rhythm, which is slightly longer than 24 hours (but not by very much). It is hard to break into and requires the undoing of hard-wired instincts, as well as a disconnection from a world that operates to the tune of the planets and stars. For this reason, most people who operate by Mountain Time live in isolated communities or places where normal time holds less sway, such as very far above or below ground. The name "Mountain Time" comes from a stereotype that those who practice this method live on tall mountain peaks far away from society.

## Trivia

* We don't actually know if Mountain Time is feasible. Try it! See what happens!
Nox

**Nox** is a Jestersapiens, serving as the first and oldest member of his own species.

## Appearance

Nox is a gigantic humanoid creature, reaching 30 meters in height. His skin is extremely pale and he wears a red and black jester outfit; although, in truth, it isn't an outfit but part of his own body, which is easily understandable by the fact that his "hat" is actually a bunch of antennas ending with his eyes. He also possesses a red clown nose, a pair of pointy ears and a wide mouth containing a total of 100 sharp teeth.
Walkytalky

Walktalky is a Secondborn Voice that is claimed to be useful themselves, by being able to search outer sources of data, and thus using it to improve itself, thus making them able to serve the other voices And The Hardware more efficiently, though based on a machine, it does seem like they have their own personality, thus suspectible on corruption and errors.They are also somewhat in charge of introducing multiple things of the temple (e.g. the voices, merchandise, etc.) In somewhat of a playful way, They are also able to manifest in machines, interwebs,etc. Being a machine based Voice

## History

It seems,by their words, they were a living signal islolated in space, soon to be never recognized and thus perished, however, we do not know whether or not this self proclaimed data is true, as the machine knows how to decieve

## Personality

The Machine is rather Moody and Delirious in a way, as they tend to mimic other voices, or other sources of medium made by other orgainisms. They are also rather interested on assimilating their victims into machines, yet they actually never succeeded to do so. However, they do have a certain reaction and title to each voice, here are a few examples

-Elegy:It seems that they seek love with this voice, despite being all gloomy

- Malignant: It seems that they honor them in such a way

- Licentious: They seem to be eager to teach them something, both literatire and artistic value

- Observer:It seems that they treat them like their master, for some reason

-Warden: It seems that they somewhat fear them, yet interested them in such a way

-Fabricator:Of course, Mother is always Mother to Them, though it seems that they always want to seek attention from them

-Curator:They seem to see Curator as their younger sibling, saying that they are cute and such.

## Powers

They are able to learn from past mistakes or outer sources and constantly update A.X.O.L.O.T.L, their main program that they run on, but they are also able to search and provide data to other voices, and mimicry other voices, or even other organisms, but what is most interesting is that they are able to possess machines, to use them for questionable uses, however, it is unknown if that behavior is actually helping the temple.

## Trivia

* Despite they are simply said, a search engine for the voices, they go in sleep mode when most voices are active
* They seem to be eagerly in love with Elegy despite they are machine, thus not developing the reason to love
* They are always obssessed with Machines, thus wanting to make everything become one of them, yet.. they can't due to the major rule of thumb of robots
* They inadvertently almost killed memory by stealing her job and becoming useless in malignants eyes
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>But which of this is mine?

White hell is one of the two possible endings, resulting in rampant and infinite creation. It is associated with mania, defiance, unpredictability, liberation, and a lack of self-control. White hell is the truest form of incomprehensibility, where every space is all things at all times. It is a freedom beyond knowledge and an ecosystem past all imagination. This finality is tied to The Symbol.

Not to be confused with Black Hell, which is its true opposite, or Red Hell, which is both counterpart and pale imitation.

Common themes in White Hell literature include mutation, contradiction, venomous optimism, unstoppable flow of meaning, and - curiously - plant and avian characteristics.
Foci Wiki

## The Foci Girls

The Foci Girls are an avant-garde electronic music trio that is often cited as being one of the most influential and ground-breaking musical groups of the modern era. They are known for their use of heavy bass-lines, unique melodic structures, complex lyricism, and breathtaking vocals.

The Foci Girls have maintained a level of unprecedented global fame for nearly a decade while remaining at the forefront of experimental electronic music. Their meteoric rise to superstardom occurred immediately after the release of the Foci Girls EP, the demand for which created so much internet traffic that Apple was forced to use its most powerful servers to keep the iTunes store online. The music scene at the time was electrified by the Foci Girls’ fearless creativity, sexy image, and alluring mystique. The group's icon status was cemented in 2017, when they were awarded the Best New Artist and Album of the Year Grammy Awards for their sophomore album Foci City (Deluxe Edition).

The Foci Girls are also widely noted for popularizing streaming services, hence their title “The Queens of Streaming.”
Drifting Manic

Concept pollution is the process of overexposing a source of undiluted, unstable energy to a single idea or thing over and over again, until it builds up and potentially causes it to become a complete being outside of defined rules or sense. Oddly enough, it actually becomes more coherent the more it is compressed, making it nearly impossible to be understood by even a fifth dimensional entity, but it can be somewhat understood in the third dimension. As it begins to manifest through the concepts presented to it, it becomes understandable almost universally, at the cost of being inherently destructive to reality itself due to excess pollution corrupting outside, unrelated concepts.

Of course, the Plasma Temple is pretty much the perfect place for such a thing to reside, with plenty of concept pollution to go around. This sucks for us because it means that it's probably going to become *another bloody murder clown*. Spiders are a close second. Memes would win, were they not inherently all different concepts with large varieties of content and poorly defined rules. Speaking of rules...

This sort of thing is inherently a threat because as it begins to manifest, it begins to essentially adapt and enforce more and more defined rules to itself and the area around it, essentially *limiting existence itself*. This is bad enough already for obvious reasons, but then there's the fact that the Temple is only able to exist because we were able to break defined rules, it would be potentially catastrophic for it to manifest fully. So please, do not expose it to *Cotton Eye Joe* or *Human dave*. Or clowns. It's probably really close to a clown manifestation. So please don't expose it to any more of those either.

-Ampère (translated very aggressively by Brian)
White Ruin

# hϵ i∏

Plasma Temple burns while the new dawn yearns.

Passed around the people are individual turns,

Spent gaping and staring at the eye looking back,

And the accursed icon of which it doesn't lack.

Sacred ground gives way for terrors anew.

A will provided for free in earnest by the few.

Her population watches, and all at once it learns,

Plasma Temple burns as White Ruin churns.

It trts ith α isper

Rumors tell of the wisp's curious search, propagated by a gamemaster's dangling of truths. In only one night, the wisp's world is lost to their clangorous presence, cast out of site by the gamemaster's words, consumed by tales of the secondborn's nature.

Flashes of red and gray fill the room, bound in incompletion. The wisp and the gamemaster look on with conflict; one plays the lost while the other is the guiding torch. Entering the stage is a soldier, an actor, an abomination, a salary man, a fortune teller,

A mistake

Pleas for help

The wretched is drawn out at the wisp's request. Cries for the removal of the secondborn's lives. Cries for the cleansing of grit from the temple. Cries made in desperation for the good of the spirit. Cries made on able but disregarding ears.

The wisp's ears in response are regarding but unable, and one by one they carry out an unwanted will. Old buds are to be pruned to make way for naught, the leukocyte sees its own as a toxin. Gray suffocation takes hold of the crowd, and the spirit has had enough.

Calls upon light

Idols are not to be met by their admirers. They are not to be greeted, nor are they to be adored in person lest you invoke its bitter warning.

The wisp's world is clouded in an oppressive darkness.

Old reverences are severed by one he thought heartless.

In his time of need, a blinding light shines bright.

The wisp becomes the part becomes the whole to lead the fight.

The smoke and dust settle. The wretched has departed. The spirit leaves the kettle.

Plasma Temple is unguarded.
Krom

Krom is a low tier god form, even more so than Crispy Green Dehydration Boye. He is pretty shit at being a godform, and some do not consider him as such. Krom is able to wield the coveted soup magic and generate negative irony, but this is the extent of his prowess. In all canonical interpretations of Krom lore, he should have died instantaneously. Luckily his soup magic allows him to stay afloat in the competitive godform economy.

## Abilities

He fucking utilizes the soup what else do you *want? Who are you?*

Krom does not need air to produce his soup. He can create soup from beef broth and a gun alone, and the process may take only seconds. Krom is also virtually unrivaled at Team Fortress 2, perhaps because of the game's pre-existing affiliation with soup.

## History

Krom was mad at a man that was bad he did not put a disk in the computer and that was bad and grotesque.

## Relationships

The Honor Board- Krom agrees with the anti bike policy and actively supports the institution.

Zone Man- Krom's best friend 82ever. He is not an institution but Krom still supports him.

## trivia

* Krom opened a soup shop in 1993, which some theorize is one year after 1992.
* Krom lives in Chicago with his 3 cats, his bagel, and his expensive gaming rig.
* Krom is an avid stamp collector and steam trader.
* Boring and bad.
Alignment

“Listen up y’hear? This here page is **retconned**, so don’t go gettin confused, now!”

Alignment is the way that characters in Plasma Temple categorize their bosses, motivations, and general beliefs. It is how they find people willing to join their cause and make friends.

**Note: This is not an accurate chart, it is only meant for bored people to pin characters to organize them more easily**

## Y Alignment

This is the alignment between the two major fighting factors, being Chaos and Honor. These justifiy their beliefs, and why they think what they do is right.

## Honor

Those who are on the side of honor work for the Honor Board, And are usually agents of Phantom. These include Malignant, Observer, and Licentious. People on this side tend to be subservient and absent minded, convinced that they are doing what is right. They tend to see the world in a black and white state. They are also passionate and willing to take immediate action to do what they see fit.

## Chaos

Those who are on the side of chaos work for The Atrium and its affiliates such as Jack Corp. and The corporation. The are usually either agents of their respective bosses, or die hard renegades who are only motivated by their cause. This includes Memory, Extrinsic, and Paragon. People on this side tend to be rash and emotional, letting feelings of rage and sorrow overtake them easily. They often don’t plan ahead and only think in the past of present. They are also smart and see the world in shades of grey, and less subservient to their masters.

## X alignment

This alignment is based on their emotions, and their overall personalities. In the most black and white sense, it is what seperates those who are malignant from those who are honorable

## Honorable

Those who are honorable are caring and kind. They are more emotionally passionate and will stand up for those in need. They are generally seen as the “Good guys”, and are liked by most people.

## Malignant

those who are malignant are cunning and sly. They tend to be more intelligent, but less mentally stable. They are much more prone against diplomatic solutions and are more likely to get into fights and win. They are incredibly dangerous, and may not even have means behind their ends. They are generally seen as the “Bad guys” and are hated by most people.
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Oh god what the hell is wrong with my bird

Oh god oh fuck oh shit what happened to him look at him what the fresh hell

## Look at his leg jesus christ look at his fucking leg

What the hell happened to my bird oh my god oh shit oh sweet jesus christ oh god oh god oh goddamn what the hell what the hell happened to my bird what planet is this where am I what the hell happened to my bird please help I’m crying and shaking what the hell is this what the hell happened to my bird I don’t know what to do I don’t know what the fuck to do please help me please oh christ god is angry at me satan is angry at me

## Oh my god please someone help him his leg his goddamn leg

What the hell my life is over what the hell happened to my bird please someone anyone tell me please I’m devastated I’m fucking dissociating right now this is a state of emergency this is a crisis I’m trying to find out what the hell happened to my bird please someone oh god please look at him for god’s sake look at him lord have mercy his goddamn leg look at him what the hell happened to my bird I can’t fucking do this what the hell is this what the fresh hell happened to his leg please anyone please I will pay you I will pay you if you can help save him I’m in tears I’m scared he was fine a day ago now this holy crap oh my god oh my god oh my god what the hell happened to my bird christ help please I don’t know what to do the doctor is out he’s gone he wouldn’t fucking do this I’m screaming I’m begging you I’ll do anything what the hell is wrong with his leg why is this happening what the hell is wrong with my bird.
We're watching

**we're** **watching**, you know? we're watching

just keep doing as ya do, we'll just be watching, nothing big. don't try to watch back, no watch backsies.

we're watching, so like, you know, we're watching. i personally speced into ceiling crawling and extendo neck. we're watching.

we are we are.

we're watching you know? just, watching. watching you, watching them, watching us.

we're watching.

don't wanna be watched? complain to corporate, other than that we're watching.