A life of grey and black and brown burnt away. Tumbling through the palette of an insane artist like a sheep falling through a bramble bush, glimpsing shades you can never, and *should* never see again.

― Lovely Lady RPG, Das Kunstkollektiv

I’ve recently started work on rebooting my old sci-fi setting, Ceres. It’s an odd one to talk about, because so much of that setting was derived from a setting other folks had made–and just like, built on top. A weird situation. This post’ll probably be a lot less formal (which says something) than my other fare, just b/c of the personal nature of it, so bear with me. But I’m bored and felt like writing about it. So. Cope.

Ceres, or Project Ceres as it was originally known, was originally a publicly accessible Minecraft Roleplay Community. Started as Project Horizon and ran by a different team, it was shutdown and restarted by a highschool-age me that managed to bankroll the majority of it on a salary from Wendy’s.

The reboot is closed off, smaller scale–run off discord as a text only thing that I’ve been insanely picky about selecting for. Still in progress, redesigning and streamlining the setting a bunch. It’s a whole ordeal. Been a lot of fun, rediscovering how all that works, though. Getting things sorta…tugged back together. Like visiting an old friend and then promptly taking them out to buy new clothes cause they look a bit ratty. Lots of old writing I forgot about. Stuff that never saw the light of day.

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I’m finally putting together a blog for myself, after waffling around with it for years. You can thank finding the domain hack for riakau.la for that, lmfao. So, hi. Welcome to the blog? That’s kinda corny though.

Most of this post will be redundant to most folks since most of y’all seeing this at first will already know who I am and what’s goin’ on with me, but I figure I should have something to point to when people ask “who the fuck are you?” Which feels pretentious as all hell, but I guess that’s what I went to an overpriced liberal arts school for–to get permission to be pretentious and annoying (what’s the difference haaaaaaah).

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