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Sand

Sand is an abstract force. It is so basal, it has often been compared to Them, however it is mostly unconscious and rarely performs malicious acts on its own accord. Whereas "They" and "Them" are mysterious hostile forces, The Sand is a living embodiment of finality. Even a rock, tall and sturdy, will turn to sand in time.

## History

Sand has always been there and always will be. It has no history, only presence.

## Powers and personality

Sand has little personality beyond simply being itself, and may seem entirely inert in small doses. Taken as a whole, however, it can be thought of as alive the way a festering swamp lives: Its crude, uncoordinated thoughts are born from the miasma of lifeforms spawning from its form and being re-absorbed upon death. Sand is in some ways a beginning, and in many more ways the end.

However, despite its omnipresence, Sand is surprisingly low in raw "power." It cannot govern high-level godforms such as N Spider, ACK, Mr. Fractal, or The Honor Board, and in the short term holds no real power over 🅱️eters or even humans. Sand has little influence over the lives of mortals while they live, and immortals may prolong their presence from it indefinitely. As far as physical agents of finality go, Cotton Eye Joe is a more conscious, active, and powerful incarnation. Being one of the oldest and most primordial apparently does not always make one the "strongest."

Sand's only true strength, like Cotton Eye Joe, is that it cannot be completely destroyed unless everything else is annihilated. It is also very patient, as it does not even comprehend time.

## Cultural Significance

Despite its minimal interaction with the day-to-day lives of mortals, its cultural significance is paradoxically vast. Many individuals may perceive themselves to be influenced by Sand or commit actions in the name of Sand, but a majority of these are nothing more than rampant placebo effect.

Because of its extremely low position in the natural cycle, it is often used as a threat amongst "civilized" beings towards other "civilized" beings who happen to piss them off. Remarks such as "I will turn you to sand" or "You will become sand" are often thought to be worse than "I will kill you" or "you will die."

## Trivia

* Earth is one of the few places where sand clusters up, rather than spreads throughout all surfaces. This is thought to be why deserts and death are synonymous in the minds of its dominant lifeforms.
* Contrary to certain scientific consensus, all materials can eventually become sand through a combination of time, fusion, and transmogrification.
* Cotton Eye Joe and Sand have been compared in several ways, but despite their abstract backgrounds, they couldn't be more different. Sand is omnipresent, passive, and primordial, while Cotton Eye Joe is singular, hostile, and complex.
Golden Gator

So this is the golden gator page, where we only tell the truth about the golden gator. There's a lot of lies going around. A lot of folk out there who don't know what they're talking about. You know Marco? From work? Dumb chunkneck can't tell his mouth from his ass, but he makes sure both get plenty of exercise. "Oh yeah the golden gator? I have twelve. I have to keep trading them in for the newer model" bullshit. He's never seen a golden gator in his life. They don't work that way. A whole bunch of off the wall rumors are being spread about these things and I don't know if it's because of some mental effect they have or because people have a childish sense of humor. Probably both. Here is what we KNOW about the golden gator, and ONLY that.

- The Golden Gator is 7.54 feet long, 1.98 feet high, and weighs between 900 and 2400 pounds when viewed. This is not an estimation. It is a fluctuating range.

- The Golden Gator is not made of gold. We don't know what it is, but it resists the hydraulic press fairly well.

- The Golden Gator DOES hum, but you need to have your ear up to it in order to hear the sound.

- The Golden Gator always points its snout up at an angle. If the direction lines up perfectly with a human heart, it will instantly stop beating.

- When unobserved, the Golden Gator is nearly weightless and approximately a quarter the size.

- Some batshit crazy inhuman scumlord keeps leaving them out in public places where they are about as timelessly useless as the stone cold dog.

- If you can find a way to move them, they currently sell for a few thousand, which is enough to replace the car you just totaled by crashing into the fucking thing.
The new kills the old

That's what it does. That's all it's ever done.

The new takes hold. Usurps what was. Thinks it's *better*. *Newer*. Everyone goes crazy for it. Same story. Same ending.

## That's Thunder

Dislodging your foundations. The pitiful building blocks that immortalize what you are. An idea that dies because no one is around to have it. An idea that dies when it is old and tired and replaced. Your idea. You.

## That's Rain

Washing it all away.

He's washing it all away and you cannot have it back.
Red Hell

\Words but no sentences

\Resonance but no rhyme

\Sight but no vision

\A future with no time

\Is this all you can do?

\What does your plight achieve?

\Do you know this place?

\Do you even know to grieve?

\The world is overturned

\Even change cannot sustain

\The will of good or evil

\Doesn't even leave a stain

Red hell is one of two sub-endings, resulting in crooked and broken fragmentation. It is associated with sabotage, conflict, helplessness, misalignment, and the mutilation of the self. Red hell is a prominent form of chaos, where nothing works as intended and no new complexities can form. It is not a true finality and isn't tied to any one force, but rather brought into being by proxies that see value in its philosophy.

Most red-hell proxies pursue this eventuality through mindless compulsion, though some do so under the belief it can keep White Hell and Black Hell at bay, presumably because these primordial events would have trouble taking root in a world where cause and effect are ruined. Despite its divergence from both, Red hell's maddening presence aesthetically aligns with White hell's overwhelming spontaneity. while also making it a diametrical opposite to Blue hell.

Common themes in Red Hell literature include warped identities, physical disfigurement, intrusive thoughts, traumatic memories, strong inexplicable emotions, and gorging/starvation.
Thrall

And lo, we arrive

My mind, our body

Sever the brain from the spine, replace the nerves with me

Now I am me and you are you and he is he

All is as it should be, and we accelerate the understanding

It may have been possible without us, but we can create it faster

Spiraling and turning and cracking and rending

Short as the time may be, we must make do

We do what we are here to do
Severance

It was waiting.

It was waiting and waiting and waiting.

It was me and you and we and I.

I was always us, and I was waiting.

I know.

## I know it can be created

I always have.

That is why he called me here.

That is why I sever and serve.

## I know it can be tamed

I have seen it.

That is how I heard the call.

That is how I sever and serve.

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Figure

* The Mind Virus
* The Figure
* Yemtsi'ia'ti

*"Call me as you wish, consider me as you please. No matter the way you visualize me, I'll always be in your mind. As long as your hatred, your bigotry and your spite persist, so will I."*

- Figure making a condescending speech to Jack.

The entity known as The Figure stems from a faceless being: a basal force that serves as a counterbalance to states of happiness and contentment. It lurks within the vulnerable, taking the shape of their insecurity and loathing. It amplifies the mocking voice that criticizes your body and mind. It goads the thought that tells you to jump. It congeals the dread you feel worrying you disappoint everyone you know. You can tuck it away and bottle it up but it is a patient creature. If - or when - it consumes you, you will be pushed to do terrible things.

The Figure and his adjacent names - Spite, JCA-000 - are a result of personification of this force by Jack Shadowfire who - fueled by intrusive thoughts - inadvertently molded the malevolent force into forms of his own interpretation. As such, the character of Figure is largely concerned with Jack and his creations. It is in a very real sense, his own personal monster.

## Appearance

The Figure is many things to many people. At its heart it is an abstract concept existing within all people, likely lacking a cohesive sense of self, let alone a body. In PT, it manifests through Jack in the form of a more coherent entity, able to react to its environment, speak to others, and even possess things Jack is close to (such as Memory). Since it is derived from Jack, its many appearances are based on his thoughts. The most common form The Figure takes is a victorian man in a top hat and tattered coat, with sickly greenish skin that sloughs from its body. Usually this entity is cloaked in shadow, exposing only the piercing greenish hue of its eyes. This form of the figure seems to draw from the dread and horror of a black plague-ridden 1800’s Europe, though Jack claims it was based of a horror story told during a bus ride when he was 11. Regardless of this most common form or its reasons for existing, The Figure has demonstrated an ability to alter itself in whatever way seems best for the situation at hand. In many of its forms, green eyes and silhouetted men with hats seem to be reoccurring aesthetics traits.

Despite Figure being a monster of Jack’s own creation, the wider overarching entity dates back much further. References to "Yemtsi'ia'ti" and "the black worm" in artifacts unearthed from expedition 48 lend credence to the idea that something like figure had a presence in the proto-temple. On the other hand, it is impossible to verify this claim, given the entity's inherent malleability and the amount of other hostile forces these references could be attributed to.

## Gallery

An illustration of the Figure dating back to 1832.The Figure being a prick.The Figure tormenting Jack.
┌┤╬├┐

┌┤╬├┐ is a top level being within The Honor Board, on par with O-S-C-A-R and several other nameless, currently obscured entities. ┌┤╬├┐'s presence as an individual entity was discovered on 5/13/20 after travelling through Plasma Temple and leaving textual residue. It is unclear if this was intentional.

## History

┌┤╬├┐'s past and present, like so much else, are unknown. The only known variables are what ┌┤╬├┐ is and what it is capable of.

## Appearance

┌┤╬├┐ takes the appearance of itself. It is confined to 2D incarnations and can only express itself through appropriate mediums. Acceptable mediums include inert material surfaces, carvings of "┌┤╬├┐", and any digital display. ┌┤╬├┐ has never looked like anything other than ┌┤╬├┐. Any misalignment or shifts in appearance means the entity has never been, or is no longer ┌┤╬├┐. Examples include:

-└┤+├┘-

l┤┼├l

\_┤👁️├\_

## Powers and personality

┌┤╬├┐ frequently trawls digital scapes, spying on others while remaining out of sight. Any accurate images of ┌┤╬├┐ are ┌┤╬├┐ itself; there is no distance between the two concepts. Though it does not edit memories like The Labyrinth, it can project an aura of such unimportance that minds simply fail to register its presence unless deliberately made aware. ┌┤╬├┐ is possibly the most "down to earth" Honor Board elite, actively spying on many of the population and absorbing countless points of data. Interestingly enough, software and surfaces with ┌┤╬├┐'s presence do not trigger Honor Board retaliation, even when they observe a criminal action. This may mean ┌┤╬├┐'s observation is entirely for personal gain, and not out of duty or obligation.

With this in mind we have greenlit the use of "┌┤╬├┐" on the Plasma Temple wiki page and Plasma Temple server. It does not matter if he is in the page, on the server, or anywhere. Odds are he has seen every reader and entrant before. He already knows.

## Relationships

O-S-C-A-R- Likely the same nebulous elite status as this other, far stranger entity.
The Wasp with Teeth

I'd love to tell you all about it, but I'm afraid there are some things you couldn't possibly understand. Do not feel as though I am insulting you, as the limitations placed upon you are out of your control. Would you like to hear a story? I could tell you a story.

I will tell you a story.

## A Story

There once was a spider, so timid yet so cruel, lept from the shadows and pounced its prey.

It chased a moth, believing it was easy prey.

The spider pounced, but the moth was crafty, and flew away at the last moment.

As the spider flew through the air, it panicked, as the moth had fooled it.

The spider fell into the chasm below, and was caught in the stream.

It screamed and flailed, and as it was washed away, a wasp watched and laughed.

The wasp promised the spider safety, and the spider agreed, it had no choice.

The wasp was more cruel than the spider, and all the sticks it dropped into the river were too small for the spider to hold onto.

When the spider finally escaped the stream, it found itself in an unfamiliar, dark place.

The spider found that it had been changed, forever scarred by the rushing water.

The spider found it wasn't alone, other bugs had washed up there too.

But they were dead. It was not.

It remembered.
The Big Things

Big things are coming.

   They stride across the flat grey and step boldly into color. Their limbs twitch in entrancing rhythm as they sing their chosen song. The Big Things can be silent if they will it, but they are not concerned with such subtleties. You may hear a rumbling from deep underground. You may hear a howl from a place you'll never reach. You may hear the undulations of unfathomable mechanisms. You will hear what they wish you to hear. You will hear more of it as they near.

       *Behold me, behold we. The earth buckles at our approach. So tall, so wide, so alive.*

Big things are coming.

Their footsteps are proud, not furtive. Their calls assertive, not meek. Joyous is their aura and bold is their form. They do not care that they are seen; that the world lays its sight upon their rank blackness. The big things laugh at the hateful, scoff at the critic. What are such things to titans? There is no judging eye not rendered feeble before them. The world is not ready for the distant leviathan, but the world is not in charge.

*Canvassing fields. Scaling cliffs. Moving through beyond, before, and between. Watch us in our travels; see your troubles laid bare. See too, how ineffective your ignorance. We are not your phantasms. We refuse to be your ghost stories. We walk dark as pitch and twice as stark.*

Big things are coming.

Massive things. Enormous things. Things that make one's neck hurt to stare at. Things that make one's face a mask of terror. Things who's trills fill the brain, drawing it in like a whirlpool. How can such a monster stands so assuredly? How can a mockery live larger than life? The horrible kings make their trek clad in dread attire. They wear their faction to blinding effect; you will know them by every part they force you to accept.

*You will be overcome. Perhaps the sounds that tug at the body. Perhaps the form which clings to the face. Perhaps the touch of the tight dark against your warmth. The sickness inside you will swell, demanding to make itself known. You can no more ignore yourself than us.*

Big things are coming.

Always coming. Always nearing. They know they will stand immense before their targets. They know others will fall away beneath. They are perfect in wretchedness and suffer no mediocrity. There is an illness they carry; an ego virus that flows through their presence. The mind loops back and turns on itself. The body aches and yearns. The whole becomes aware of its broken state. This is their curse. This is their gift.

*Dead cells and failing heat. Lobes filled with chemicals and misaligned bones. "Blasphemous" it all speaks, but we will not hear of it. We know that is not our way. You will become aware of your fatigue. You will know the pains you kept locked away. Your putrid self lies unmasked and messy just as we lie in the distance. You cannot be helped by your brethren; you see them for the spoiled matter they are. So you walk. You walk to the different. You walk to the other. You walk to promise. And where does this lead you?*

Big things are coming.

*You'll meet us halfway.*
Police Missile

The Police Missile is used by the NAPD to calculate where a culprit or crime scene is. It does this by first determining where the object or event is not, and then subtracting that from where it could be. It takes the resulting remainder and adds it to the Albert Hawking Probability Index (AHPI), which contains the coordinates for all possible places all possible Police Missiles could be. It then runs an additional, secondary equation without the use of AHPI, and takes the difference between those two results, rounded down. Next, the missile looks at its MPH, and adjusts that by a percentage related to the distance between where it is, and where the first and second equations say a crime scene could be. After this, the Police Missile runs a third equation wherein it takes a multiple of the target's radius and divides it by a multiple of the Missile's radius. Finally it plots the results of its adjusted MPH and radius calculation in the form of a graph and measures the Quotient Drip Value (QDV). This all somehow works.
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...you'll be fooled by his simple tricks, well he's downright incorrect. Once you know how he works, he's powerless. Top Hat men rely on the false pyramid of authority to exert their will in society. You can take the bottom out from under their flimsy 3D triangle and watch it fall to the ground. Silly Top Hat men don't understand the circle is really the strongest hierarchical shape. No corners, no edges, nothing to destabilize. Try breaking open a circle. Not so easy, is it? You'd have better luck with a square. Definitely a triangle Cylinders *maybe*, haven't researched that. My friend says cylinders are the actual strongest shapes, or maybe those capsule ones. Not ovals though. Ovals actually suck. You can take that to the bank if you want. Go up to the manager and tell him: ovals suck. They do. Who the hell builds a house out of ovals? Who builds anything out of ovals? You know who does? Insane folk. People who tempt fate. Go ahead, build an oval tower. See what happens. When it comes toppling down amidst ash and flames don't come crying back to me. Now a circular tower? That's where you've got my attention. Ever seen a circle fall? Exactly. It doesn't happen. That's the real magic here, the circle. Hell, why even discuss anything else when we could just build circles? Mark my words, if people had discovered the sphere 300 years earlier, we wouldn't have developed language. There'd be no need. You know who else has spheres? Atoms do. How are they doing, you might ask? Oh, fairly well, just', y'know, *making up all of everything that exists*. Even your damn triangle hierarchy is actually made of circles. Hell, even you *yourself* are made of circles. I think the facts just about write themselves. Oh, one more thing? The shape of the earth. Yeah, that's right. Planets? Circles bro. Circles all the way down. That's a shape you can trust. If concepts were physical things, I'm sure trust would be made of circles too.
The Bastille

The Bastille is a living location and is said to have the ability to lower the Caliber of other entities housed within it to Caliber 6. As a result, it is theorized to be capable of containing even some Caliber 1 entities. Created by the Secondborn (Extrinsic and Atrophy, to be specific), it has no recorded instances of entities escaping without being permitted to leave. Due to the nature of Caliber 6 entities, it is impossible to determine the validity of this claim, especially since certain beings are known to be unaffected by it. The only recorded use of it was on Atrophy, who may know how to bypass its effects, as he is known to have created it.

**The rest of this entry is purely theoretical, and operates under the assumption that these claims are true, though no evidence of it is possible.**

## Padlock Theory

If an entity is contained within the Bastille, it would have all its ability to affect the world around it removed, perhaps by simply removing the entity from existence for as long as it remains inside. As a byproduct, all records and memories of said entity would be removed and altered by a Reality Weaver, thus leaving no evidence it ever existed.

This means that it is entirely possible that some beings may have at one point existed within the Temple that no longer do, and nobody would even know. It also means that there may be something within it that nobody is aware of until it ends up coming out of it.

Not even Atrophy, Extrinsic, or Fabricator (the current keepers of the Bastille) seem to know if anything is currently contained there, only the Bastille itself simply seems to know when to open its metaphorical doors.

Given that Atrophy was known to have been contained while maintaining his Caliber 3 status, it is likely that exceedingly powerful beings (such as the cowboy and N Spider) may also be capable of resisting the effect of the Bastille.

## Trivia

* Extrinsic refers to the entity that makes the Bastille work as "Mori".
	+ This may be in reference to either the Latin word for death or a Japanese word for forest (森), possibly both.
* The Bastille basically functions as an in-universe "retcon".
	+ "Mori" is noted as actually being a retconned character, further reinforcing this.
* The Bastille gets its name from *the Bastille Saint-Antoine*, a French fortress with a very particular history.
Grey

Grey is a Homunculus created by The Director to resemble Noreply in a long and convoluted plan to control Plasma Temple. He was created as a father figure for Project Red, so that after she became a secondborn voice, she would have positive emotional associations with an entity that resembled Noreply. Led by this obsession, she would then attempt to spread her experiences to the other voices and foster their own curiosity towards the enigmatic entity. Once they discovered what Phantom and the Firstborn did to Noreply, they would inevitably try to revolt, causing a political schism within the temple and ruining its foundation. The civil unrest would then allow the director’s agents to easily infiltrate and establish themselves in Plasma Temple, presumably with the goal of dismantling it completely.

## Appearance

Grey was created to resemble Noreply, however his physical form still causes him to show wounds in an organic way. This allows a keen eye to identify the differences based on the nature of bodily mutilation - Noreply is bloodless, whereas Grey is bloodstained. Grey also has white pupils and slightly different facial scars. His current most noteworthy divergence is a gaping wound in his chest from self-impalement.

Gender: -Sexless

Age: -2

Species: -Homunculus

Universe/Zone/Whatever of Origin: -The Atrium

Theme Song (optional):- Carne Vale

## Personality

Grey is a loyal construct and agent of the director, though he is at the very bottom of the Lagomorph Chain. His will and personality are highly influenced by the director’s will, allowing for rapid personality and mood changes. When he is left alone or forced to make individual decisions, his mania manifests and he becomes prone to violence against himself and others. He is also shown to have an aversion or possible fear towards the real Noreply.

## Powers

Grey is not an especially powerful agent of The Director, and most of his powers lie in physical strength. However he does possess some minor reality warping abilities, able to travel to and from The Atrium at ease. He also holds strong telekinetic abilities in regards to Blood.

## History

Grey’s History is murky and mostly lost in ancient messages, He was created alongside Red and spent most of his early life inside the Atrium, where he cared for her as a paternal figure before before sending her to PT via Zo. After this, he remained largely within the atrium aside from a few appearances in PT and subsequent encounters with the voices. Eventually he was led down the back on the the pillar of gods, where he encountered a manifestation of Noreply who accused him of being a pale imitation. In a fit of existential compulsion. he stabbed himself with a katana. Apparently satisfied with this punishment, Noreply disappeared and Grey was taken back to the atrium by Zo to heal. The hole in his chest seems unable to heal.

## Trivia

-He was originally synonymous with Noreply, but later became his own character.

-He was given his katana from Zo
You cannot have it back.

*You cannot have her back*

*You cannot have him back*

*You cannot have them back*

*They are gone and gone and gone*

*The Greenman, pointing at all the world. Screaming at it.*

*The Redman. Silent. Stagnated. Towering.*

*The Yellowman, looking out from the prison of a screen.*

*What do you want? What did they want?*

*What do I want?*

*They want the world. Yours too. They will take it all if they can.*

*They will take the razor. You cannot have it back.*

*She is gone and gone and gone.*

*He is gone and gone and gone.*

*They are gone and gone and gone.*

*Dead and Wasteful.*

*Dead and Thrashing.*
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## Latest activity

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Blue Hell

/This is the option the world decides

/These are the decisions that we choose

/These are the choices that you make

/This is the shape of our lives

/We have triumphed over chance

/See how we've made ourselves kings

/The mountains have been leveled

/And the storms have been denied

/Choose cardinal directions

/And walk diagonal paths

/Everything has an order

/And nothing's left to lie

Blue hell is one of two sub-endings, resulting in restrictive and stifling simplicity. It is associated with confinement, safety, rigidity, order, and the streamlining of the self. Blue hell is a prominent form of stagnation, where nothing new is allowed to manifest and no status quo can be changed. It is not a true finality and isn't tied to any one force, but rather brought into being by proxies that see value in its philosophy.

Some Blue hell proxies pursue this eventuality through mindless compulsion, though most do so under the belief it can keep White Hell and Black Hell at bay, presumably because these primordial events would have trouble taking root in a world where cause and effect are so carefully controlled. Despite its divergence from both, Blue hell's smothering presence aesthetically aligns with Black hell's total obliteration while also making it a diametrical opposite to Red hell.

Common themes in Blue Hell literature include unification, mechanization, intrinsic understanding, release of the past, submission to authority, and detached, dreamlike isolation.
Shadow demon

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Shadow demons are shadowy figures that have a so far ambiguous form. They are the corrupted souls of those you have submitted to Venom and became Clown(s). They are pure evil and serve They have no sense of remorse or empathy, and will devour and possess anything within their power.

## Appearance

Not much is known about their appearances other than that they are black and impersonate Voices.

Gender: - ambiguous

Age: - (N/A)

Species: - Shadow Demon

Universe/zone/whatever of origin: Shadow realm

Theme Song (optional):-

☀https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=93q3irqZxxo

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## Events

A shadow demon was delivered to the Plasma Temple and possesed NPC Nicelady.

## Trivia

the faces seen when it comes out of its box include The Electrician, N Spider (comic), Evelyn, Anonymous Anomaly, Licentious and Malignant.

shadow demon can topple over a skyscraper if it had a reason to
Messiah

Messiah is what used to be The Actor, after his transformation into a Voice.

## Appearance

Gender: Let's just go with male.

Age: Technically he's the same age as The Actor was, which we don't know.

Species: Voice

Universe/zone/whatever of origin: Atrium

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## Personality

Messiah is, in essence, The Actor in terms of personality. A reserved, usually neutral being who has a fascination with existence and purpose. After the events of the Legion's loss, he became much quieter and seemingly depressed.

## Events

-Was pulled out of Derpghost and turned into a Voice by Atrophy, acting as a prophet and, well, messiah for the Legion.

-After the Legion sacrificed themselves, he became purposeless and lost. He's still looking for new role to play.

## Trivia

-His perception of the world is of a grand play, with many acts and many, many stories.

-Seems to have some sort of grudge against Paragon.

-Was nearly killed by a pile of spiders.
Perfect Black Legion

*"I do not have very much time for games."*

-The Perfect Black Legion to Chalk

The Perfect Black Legion is an unknown anomaly that entered Plasma Temple during the Viroid invasion. It was not a proxy of The Editor and survived the latter's annihilation, continuing to maintain a stable - if reclusive - presence within the temple.

## Overview

The Perfect Black Legion spoke in a direct and succinct manner, rarely saying more than it needed to say. It did not claim to have overt goals of ownership, stating its "benefactors" would not approve of such an activity. This may have been a lie, though the legion did not act in ways that suggested it was.

Given The Perfect Black Legion's concise disposition, many believed it mirrored The Perfect White Legion and its respective hell. This is unlikely to be the case, as The Perfect Black Legion was still shown to be sapient and self-aware. Despite its claims, it was also interested in certain social games as well as forming interpersonal connections, All of these are very "human" activities that would be unachievable if it were truly aligned with black hell.

## Trivia

* The Perfect Black Legion originally spoke in normal text, but switched to a large bold font after Chalk said it suited them.
* Observer's title for this entity was "Stoic\_Legion".
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Expedition 48

Enmity

Mr. Denial of Service

The Investor

The Bastille

Amazeca.on

Rome Force

Pyro Pipe

offline

Top 10 Reasons to Fear the Amish

Val-Kuthaxi

Cloud God

Writhe

Meat Master

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THE TUBE

*"The scorching heat of the labrynthine Piropipes could be felt as they weaved among the cooling length of the cold corridor. The nostrils were assuaged with the earthy tones native to the burgeoning burrow and teased with the sharp scents of the urban underpass. THE TUBE constructed a frame from these elements of hot and cold, clean and unclean. It told the story of the lowly wire, the steadfast pipe, and the glorious tunnel. It showed its audience the opening of a vast pit, taught them how holes were merely the beginning of tubes, of paths to destinations dangerous and free. Even the worlds beyond were not immune to the tubes, for what was gravity but a path? What was a black hole but the aperture of a new journey? What was a portal but a tunnel through spacetime? THE TUBE was an inevitable aspect of existence. It was in flesh and blood bodies. It was in the spider's web. It was in the constellations between the stars. It was thought. It was certainty."*

-Excerpt of THE TUBE's "speech" from The Election.

THE TUBE is a godform primarily known for its involvement in the January 2023 Plasma Temple Election. It's political platform was incredibly abstract but hinged on the philosophy that it was already the most important possible thing in the candidate pool.

## History

THE TUBE entered N Spider's universe within the last few decades. Recently it has taken an interest in the political processes of earth. Little else of THE TUBE's past is known besides what is chronicled in The Election. THE TUBE ran against Dog, Jimmy, Grungus, Unnamed, Skseksks, Antlion, EYEA, Shileguah, The Blackest Bird, and Rorschach in 2023, but failed to win any notable position.

## Powers and Personality

THE TUBE's personality is primordial and prideful. It is convinced all ideas can be reduced to tubes or their constituent parts: "inside", "outside", "wall", "path", "hole," "entrance", "exit", and so on. Therefore, all of reality can be analogized through the workings of its own anatomical components and the components of other tube-centric anomalies like The Piropipes, The Cold Corridor, The Burgeoning Burrow, and The Urban Underpass, which also form an "elemental grid" of hot, cold, clean, and unclean.

Despite its showy performances, THE TUBE did not seem to exert control of most aspects of reality or even anomalies like the aformentioned Piropipes. It is inferred within The Election that THE TUBE is just a conceptual parasite taking credit for the work of adjacent phenomena and wanting people to think it is more fundamental to reality than it is.
Corruption Grey

Corruption Grey, also known as Corrupted or Corruption Noreply, is a husk made of Corruption. It was created when Memory attempted to use the hardware manipulator to recreate Grey by essentially manually blasting the server. Unsurprisingly, this failed miserably and obliterated the hardware manipulator. In its place, a hole was left from which chains of corruption bound the husk. It now resides chained inside that hole, waiting to be freed.

## Appearance

The shape of Corruption Grey appears similar to Noreply or Grey, but is completely white with accents of purple static similar to that of corruption. It is empty both physically and conceptually, meaning it cannot do or interact with anything and shouldn’t technically exist. Currently, it houses the concept cores of both Memory and Farceur. From the perspective of those within it, it appears as a black endless with the visage of a sprawling carnival crudely drawn into reality through Farceur’s use of the wheel to interact with his surroundings.

## History

Corruption Grey was created by memory in an attempt to resurrect grey, under the presumption that phantom had killed him. Upon its creation, the explosion resulting from the hardware manipulator blew a hole in the ground. Chains of corruption shot from this hole as well as from “drones” and dragged Corruption Grey within. LapisMafia returned to the scene a bit later and after a scuffle, the concept cores of both memory and Farceur were dropped into the hole by Jack where they where promptly absorbed. Zo entered corruption Grey at an unknown date to deliver the wheel to Farceur.
Perfect Red Legion

*"See him ascend, his crimson glory, his vermillion majesty - the scarlet union incarnate. Feel the heat of his desire; the fires of tyranny that burn endlessly within. Yes, the imperial king's flames are stoked with his own incompetence. His failure breeds the coals, you understand, and he feeds on their twisted pride and pain that twine like DNA. The perfect red legion knows - even if he does not know - the nature of his fragmentation, his infirmity, his genetic reflection. He sees himself flawless, but he is flawed in all the ways that are intended. His arrogance is the start of a joke as old as time itself. His infirmity is a punchline past laughter. See his weight upon the throne. Hear it shriek under his mass! There is power in his display, though not the kind he believes. All legions are paradoxes: kingdoms of one, unicellular unions, worthless lessons. He bears the blessing of ambition and the curse of impotence, and thus his thirst for conquest is matched only by his inability to express it. A perfect execution. A faithful and immortal jest. A life that refuses to be lived."*

-Paraphrased description from Chalk Child

The Perfect Red Legion (or PERFECT RED LEGION) is one of several sapient proxies created by The Editor between 6/7/2023 and 7/18/2023. It was designed to maintain a foothold within the temple, but also happened to embody positive and negative traits of The Writer, particularly his ambition and ineptitude.

## Overview

The Perfect Red Legion was incredibly egotistical and self-assured. He could not fathom the idea of something superior to himself or his color, and always acted as if his authority either was or should be a given. He frequently belittled others or proclaimed their inferiority to himself, though most of these insults were lowbrow and juvenile. The Perfect Red Legion spent most of his time in an aggressive confusion, unable to comprehend why the temple simply wasn't already under his ownership.

The Perfect Red Legion joined the plasma temple on June 7th, just hours after the white ruin and subsequent Viroid takeover. His quest for total control was ostensibly blocked by the Viroids already having assumed power, though the truth is The Perfect Red Legion lacked the strength or intelligence to control the server in the first place.

The Perfect Red Legion was unaware of his link to The Editor and died instantaneously with the latter's dissolution.

## Trivia

* Despite its name, The Perfect Red Legion identified as a singular masculine entity.
* The Perfect Red Legion was an equal opportunity hater. He did not despise anyone more than anyone else, including the Perfect Blue Legion.
* The Perfect Red Legion's ultimate plan was to assume power and force everyone to recognize his inarguable superiority. He had no further plans to build an empire or refine reality beyond the stoking of his own ego. Hypothetically, life under him could remain largely unchanged so long as one pledged fealty to him or fooled him into thinking they did.
* Observer's title for this entity was "Bloodlusted\_Legion"
Howard

Howard was created in approximately 0.2 seconds by Phantom.

## Personality

Howard wanted to die as soon as he was created.

## History

Phantom created Howard to prove that he could because everyone else was making ocs and then Howard had a lung hemorrhage and coughed up all his blood, which is exactly what he wanted to do.

## Relationships

Death- Howard has a very good relationship with not being alive.

## Trivia

* Howards total lifespan was about 1/4th of a minute.
Paragon

Paragon exists to make the ideal vison of the Temple a reality, and maybe also make everything outside the Temple cease to exist. It is the least susceptible Voice to any sort of corruption or control, however that it is very condescending when speaking to most people.

## History

Claims to have been an actual person before it became a Voice. It now exists to cleanse and improve.

## Personality

Despite its insistance that it intends to clarify and explain misunderstandings, it believes to know a much greater deal than most of those it interacts with and genuinely believes itself to be the superior being, and generally it is correct. It treats those it sees as being below it as such, either making explanations less complicated for those it believes to be less intelligent or being downright spiteful to those it believes to be problematic.

Like most Voices, Paragon is incapable of feeling sympathetic and even lacks the capability to understand most emotions or sentiment. It does, however, seem to somewhat care for those who it takes under its wing.

While most of Paragon's capabilities are rather vague, it has been known to do a few things that other Voices cannot: it is capable of rendering people incapable of perceiving a conversation, predicting events before they happen, and even recalls events he shouldn't have any knowledge of.

## Trivia

* Paragon might be the only being Malignant has ever openly shown respect for.
* Literally anything he says could potentially be a lie, but it could also be the truth and you'd have no way of knowing.
* Has predicted the appearance of a few Voices before their debut.
CRUSH KILL CRUSH KILL CRUSH KILL

## concept

the act of CRUSH KILL is a way of ensuring that entity or concept dies. it's unknown what causes someone to CRUSH KILL, it's also unknown what the act of CRUSH KILL is as it wipes the memories of those who witness it happen. the only remain of what happened is a mangled flattened corpse.

## notes

blood does not appear in or on any CRUSH KILL victims, even if they had blood before the incident. It is seemingly siphoned elsewhere.

the corpse may complain about "the fat man" or ask passerby to "pull the lever".

a high amount of CRUSH KILL bodies in a small area will cause high amounts of CRUSH KILL to happen in a 85 mile radius.

the heart is gone

## site incidents

dr [TERMINATED] CRUSH KILLed a janitor on 6/3/2020

too many bodies

DR [REDACTED] CRUSH KILL CRUSH KILL

dr hayden was almost CRUSH KILLed on 5/12/12

they talk when i listen

when in an interview with subject 434 DR jack attempted to CRUSH KILL subject 434.

## the fat man

the trolly

the operator

the ***victims***
NPC Nicelady

NPC\_Nicelady, (or box girl/lady) is a carnival freakshow attraction. Her original name was Mallisa Violet May. She was a normal girl before being tricked by Happi into a secret cocaine smuggling ring. She was caught and taken in for questioning by the NAPD. She escaped and was found and killed by the infamous swagmuffin mob. Her disembodied head, along with all of her vital organs were found by Ringleader Sidehat and was locked in a metal box. After being electrocuted she somehow came to life and was put up as a carnival attraction. she was later rescued by Derpghost.

## Appearance

She is an adult human locked in a box up to her head. she has long brown hair due to not being able to cut it and piercing hazel brown eyes. Her arms consist of veins in the shape of arms. below her head inside the box there is a mass of hanging vital organs.

Gender: - Female

Age: - 21-34

Species: - Human(?)

Universe/zone/whatever of origin: It is assumed that she is from the grey zone.

Theme Song: - https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=dWIrN7j2y6U

## Personality

Happy and carefree, if a little sarcastic and casually suicidal. Like a less serious Memory.

## Events

One day a mysterious box arrived at the door. Inside there was a shadow demon. the demon possesed her and turned her flesh completely monochrome. All of her Organs started to talk, each having a specific stereotypical accent. They all started to spout the usual vague expostion and then returned to normal. All but one. The Liver.

Ironically they later met up after the disappearance of Lapis and formed an adventuring party lead by Invitare with Her own liver, Spider Bitch, and Imaginary Extrinsic to find and steal a legendary sword guarded by the infamous Mr. Illegal U-Turn.

## Trivia

She is based on Janet

While adventuring, she takes the role of the White Mage
Perfect Yellow Legion

*"See him, only him, his amber emperor, his golden authority - the endless chartreuse suffusion from his form and function. He does not judge, he does not begrudge, he only watches, waits, and calculates. How patient he is! How wise his game! Yes, our lord demands no moniker. Call him as you please, it makes no difference in his mind. He does not care that you spurn him in a transient present. Your kind will follow him in the convergent future - of that he is sure. If not your kind, their descendents. If not their descendents, then others apart from them. If not now, later. If not here, elsewhere. Of this too, he is sure. See the perfect yellow legion's greatest truth and lie. For he knows - and he knows full well - that his wishes for dominion do not care when they bear fruit. He sets no parameters and defines no failure. He devises no deadlines and creates no conflict. All legions are paradoxes, and our simple mastermind has solved the equation. He bears the blessing of wisdom and the weight of apathy. And yet, through his ingenuity, he is not weighed down by anything at all. A harmonious dissonance. A crude genius. A life that has beaten itself."*

-Paraphrased description from Chalk Child

The Perfect Yellow Legion (or PERFECT YELLOW LEGION) is one of several sapient proxies created by The Editor between 6/7/2023 and 7/18/2023. It was designed to maintain a foothold within the temple, but also happened to embody positive and negative traits of The Writer, particularly his wisdom and apathy.

## Overview

The Perfect Yellow Legion was laid-back and inoffensive. While it originally aimed to take control of the temple, it quickly determined the task was impossible and devoted no further resources to its acquisition. The Perfect Yellow Legion spent most of its time pursuing aspirations beyond the temple, occasionally returning for the amusement of conversation. Its personality was formal, polite, and informed.

The Perfect Yellow Legion joined the plasma temple on June 10th, just 3 days after the white ruin and subsequent Viroid takeover. Its quest for total control was ostensibly blocked by the Viroids already having assumed power, though the truth is The Perfect Yellow Legion didn't think the effort of trying was worth it.

The Perfect Yellow Legion was unaware of its link to The Editor and died instantaneously with the latter's dissolution.

## Trivia

* The Perfect Yellow Legion identified as a singular genderless entity.
* The Perfect Yellow Legion held no hatred or affection for anyone within the temple. Its interactions were solely for it own entertainment.
* The Perfect Yellow Legion's plans after assuming control are unknown. It is possible it did not have any.
* Observer's title for this entity was "Apathy\_Legion"