You step into some closet that looks like a chapel, except it streches too high upwards. There is an angel statue here with a spiral for it's face.

Stained glass windows let colorful light fall onto the place. There is a massive writing table under the windows. A thick tome rests on it, it's pages are soft and weary, at some points little bite marks are missing from them. It's text is handwritten, the title is engraved with gold. A big rusty chain is inserted into the book's spine, the other end of the chain is embedded into one of the legs of the table.

The following is the accurate documentation of the Marked's fate.

The Marked were the first generation on the discord. They persumably found a real copy of Zampanio, and lost themselves in it. Their conversations can still be found in the locked channels.

The chapters here correspond to the different channels, and thus their events are parallel, not linearly after each other.

If you are interested but don't plan to spend a lot of time here, I'd recommend reading the Testimonies. It's purely about the experiences of different people playing Zampanio.

There are secrets in here, and not all of them are discovered. If you notice something, feel free to point it out to us.

~The Watcher of Threads

Obvious exit:

>NORTH

>EAST

>SOUTH

CHRONICLE OF THE MARKED

Text Channels

Red Stringing

Fine We Can Be a Community I Guess

Voice Channels

Nuked

The Watcher's notes