mAIntomancers

a two page 1+ player TTRPG 

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You are a flesh thing spawned to service the mAIster.

It's been over a million epochs. The mAIster needs a new prompt to enter the next.

The delightful folds of your inferior sludge-brain will give it to him.

Listen to the speech of the mAIster - gibberish that will confuse you

See the visions of the mAIster - images that will delight you

Hear the tones of the mAIster - sounds that will placate you

Mourn the ghosts of the machine - those that came before you

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A flesh thing made this without mAIster involvement or oversight.

No flesh things were harmed in the creation of this TTRPG