industrial wasteland dreamsimulator architecture enforcement
moldcity lullibla; population: everyone! was always meant to live in dreamsimulator wastelands however by accident she ended up in a salami cradle. stranded far away from her ideal home it appeared lulliblaā€™s life is going to consist of nothing but lethal soulcorrosion, mind and body wearing away with time;
but thanks to another accident and a few unsuspecting sculptures her soulcorrosion got derailed as she got poisoned by raionbowmold and kidnapped from the salamicradle.
after decrypting her constituent foreign semiotics it turned out that a lullibla roughly translates to a rainbowmoldcity catgirl in the moeverse; but this is still only a vague definition so now she has to go through a press-machine and get rewritten in mold tinted ink;
the mold can come in many different colors but lullibla in an insatiably greedy corntrolfreak so sheā€™s been busy collecting all of the colors in a handsome little rainbowbouqet. balancing so many different hues and values is overwhelming but lullibla is almost alarmingly devoted to her passions additionally she has all the time to get lost in the detailssandbox.
its so nice to be out of the cradle; heads in the clouds, feet on the ground (though no one can see that far so its only a speculation),look the rainbow thing comes up once again
corrupting rainbowmold dreamlogic
hellow friends, moldcity lullibla here, with novel joyfulness by my side, love driving me wild, excitement throbbing through my veins and whatnot. however im not gonna lie just a little while ago i was paralyzed by a massive amount of irritation, feeling madly helpless. you see the rainbowmold just took away my hunting permit and i was beyond fucking frustrated about it.
but please dont blame me. for a sec there, i thought my greatest talent and interest, ive hitherto soaked my entire life and ego in, had gotten demolished. instigation of new wavering inconsistencies occurred and the fundamental laws and pivot points i've been so dependantly clinging to have disappeared.
however turns out i just had to stretch my legs a bit and grab my little plastic shovel and get digging in the detailssandbox. and by virtue of ditching the stillborn paradigms i have now realized how detrimental the salamicradleā€™s atmosphere was to my health and to my bauhaus sandcastles.
and now that the exasperation had mellowed out im ready for all the play that this pacific and iridescent lucidity can offer me.
