This thing confused me. The other threads like it had discussion threads for OOC inquiry and planning and what not. This one seemed largely improvisation based though, and the chaos resulting from such came off as part of the charm. Player X tosses out a big number, Player Y follows it up with an even greater obscenity. That's why I hadn't said anything about it until now.
It seems sort of dead now. I was thinking of posting in there, but I'm not sure if I want to if its become too inert. There seemed to be two other players in there interested in continuing, so I took it upon myself to make this thread so that we could just find out exactly how much interest there is. That's another thing I was always curious about. Just how many people are really in there, and who's in charge?
So, yeah …
Guess I'll repost the synopsis.
> Across the cosmos, there are countless realms of every type and kind imaginable, some with advanced technology, some with sophisticated sorcery, a few with both, and a few with neither. Most realms mistakenly believe they are alone in the cosmos, but many individuals are aware of the multiverse and travel between them through super-science, advanced magic, and rarely, natural ability. Some realms are aware of others, a few have widespread interplanar travel, and a handful facilitate trade between dimensions. You have traveled to the greatest of these realms, The Interplanar Bazaar.
> Relatively small in size and sparse in resources, it is nonetheless home to the greatest marketplace in existence, as it is centrally located, its laws of physics are lenient toward both magic and technology, and it is the defacto hub for portals, both natural and artifical, across the cosmos. Here, countless buyers and sellers of every race imaginable haggle over esoteric wares and exotic luxuries. Anything imaginable is being sold, by someone, somewhere, and it is said that if an item cannot be found in The Bazaar, it cannot be found at all.
> You are a wealthy traveler, and for whatever reason you've come to The Bazaar to spend your fortune. Over the course of months, you've bought and sold myriad items, and you're almost ready to leave for your home, wealthier than when you came, when you hear someone hawking their goods and stop in curiosity. Turning to the noise, you find that an entire subsection of The Bazaar has been walled-off for the stall, and a dozen combat machines and burly mercenaries usher in curious customers. Paying the negligible entry fee, you enter to find a small crowd of travelers milling in a well-illuminated courtyard, chatting and staring at a stage at the far end.
> There, a bizarre alien that looks like a hundred tentacles stuffed in an expensive suit is auctioning off luxury goods in a pleasant, slightly guttural voice, and when you catch an eyefull of what he's selling, you decide you'll stay a while.