Here's who lives in RPGworld!:
The Quim - A race of sexually rapacious pointy eared italian/french underwear models with neon hair that are believed to have spontaneously come into existence as a result of an event horizon of sexual repression. Willing and able to mate with any organic life form, the Quim engage in sexual activity for a multitude of reasons. They gain sustenance from coitus, fellatio gives them rest and solace, and their mages choreograph complex orgies to weave potent sexual magics. Quim have a lifespan of about 7 years before the vortex of sexual energy that sustains them collapses in on itself and they vanish into multicolored smoke. And as it turns out, Quim don't excrete. They sweat out all waste material in the form of glow in the dark perfumed sweat which they tend to shed quite regularly given their regimen of physical activity. Quim do not wear clothing if left to their own devices.
The Oafs - A gigantic slack jawed race of childish bullies. Imagine if Paul Giamatti and Andre the Giant impregnated a rhino with gigantism. It's believed they must breed via mitosis considering no Oaf women have ever been observed. Of course it's also possible they breed via impregnating the women of the species they victimize- implying the most horrific birth and impregnation imaginable by an average female. Fortunately for the less physically potent races of RPGworld! their superstition and shortsightedness are easily exploited. Also they're terrified of dogs.
The Ninnies - Ninnies are terrified of getting loose particulate on their person. The concept of getting ones hands dirty in Ninny society is akin to being dragged through town square by a horse in human society. They live in 1000 ft. tall towers which hover 100 ft. above ground level (soas to ensure they don't get scuffed up). They while away their unbelievably long and boring lives by obsessively cleaning their surroundings and sending passive aggressive directives to the other peoples of the world in order to "better" themselves. They all secretly spend every hour of every day praying for death, but admitting it to one another would be a social faux-pas.
The Gits - The Gits are the most focused and efficient people in all of RPGworld!. They devote every ounce of their energy and time to making life worse for everyone else. Their scholars meet in dark fortresses and discuss how best to optimize their prickery. Their workers spend every waking hour tormenting/annoying/killing/harming anyone smart enough to appreciate exactly how douchey they are. The Gits prefer to take the long view in life (and in all things), and so their plans to ruin shit for everyone else are long reaching. Their talent for logistics and education have allowed them to thrive and spread out to every corner of the RPGworld!. But again, fortunately for everyone else they hate each other as much as they hate everyone else- so infighting between rival schools of Git philosophy are common.
The Prats - The prats are tiny, smug, and relentlessly adorable... things. Nobody's quite sure what kind of animal they are, they're some sort of amphibian-reptile-mammal-insect with eyes the size of small saucers that sparkle as though they contained a galaxy of stars. That being said, everyone hates them. They're the most obnoxious, self centered, rude, dismissive people in all of RPGworld!. But EVERYONE puts up with it, because they're cute and they're essentially harmless. Except the Gits, who find them so irritating that they avoid them if they have the choice.
The Cretins - Us! Mankind. We're still here. God help us. Mostly when we're not stabbing/being stabbed/discussing the possibility of being stabbed by a Git we're waist deep in Quim to keep our minds off things. Prats have become something between a household pest and moochers that you can't get rid of. And most people carry around either something shiny or something loud to distract Oafs when they go on long walks. Oh, and nobody listens to the Ninnies. Ever. But damned if that doesn't keep them from sending us letters...
The Quim - A race of sexually rapacious pointy eared italian/french underwear models with neon hair that are believed to have spontaneously come into existence as a result of an event horizon of sexual repression. Willing and able to mate with any organic life form, the Quim engage in sexual activity for a multitude of reasons. They gain sustenance from coitus, fellatio gives them rest and solace, and their mages choreograph complex orgies to weave potent sexual magics. Quim have a lifespan of about 7 years before the vortex of sexual energy that sustains them collapses in on itself and they vanish into multicolored smoke. And as it turns out, Quim don't excrete. They sweat out all waste material in the form of glow in the dark perfumed sweat which they tend to shed quite regularly given their regimen of physical activity. Quim do not wear clothing if left to their own devices.
The Oafs - A gigantic slack jawed race of childish bullies. Imagine if Paul Giamatti and Andre the Giant impregnated a rhino with gigantism. It's believed they must breed via mitosis considering no Oaf women have ever been observed. Of course it's also possible they breed via impregnating the women of the species they victimize- implying the most horrific birth and impregnation imaginable by an average female. Fortunately for the less physically potent races of RPGworld! their superstition and shortsightedness are easily exploited. Also they're terrified of dogs.
The Ninnies - Ninnies are terrified of getting loose particulate on their person. The concept of getting ones hands dirty in Ninny society is akin to being dragged through town square by a horse in human society. They live in 1000 ft. tall towers which hover 100 ft. above ground level (soas to ensure they don't get scuffed up). They while away their unbelievably long and boring lives by obsessively cleaning their surroundings and sending passive aggressive directives to the other peoples of the world in order to "better" themselves. They all secretly spend every hour of every day praying for death, but admitting it to one another would be a social faux-pas.
The Gits - The Gits are the most focused and efficient people in all of RPGworld!. They devote every ounce of their energy and time to making life worse for everyone else. Their scholars meet in dark fortresses and discuss how best to optimize their prickery. Their workers spend every waking hour tormenting/annoying/killing/harming anyone smart enough to appreciate exactly how douchey they are. The Gits prefer to take the long view in life (and in all things), and so their plans to ruin shit for everyone else are long reaching. Their talent for logistics and education have allowed them to thrive and spread out to every corner of the RPGworld!. But again, fortunately for everyone else they hate each other as much as they hate everyone else- so infighting between rival schools of Git philosophy are common.
The Prats - The prats are tiny, smug, and relentlessly adorable... things. Nobody's quite sure what kind of animal they are, they're some sort of amphibian-reptile-mammal-insect with eyes the size of small saucers that sparkle as though they contained a galaxy of stars. That being said, everyone hates them. They're the most obnoxious, self centered, rude, dismissive people in all of RPGworld!. But EVERYONE puts up with it, because they're cute and they're essentially harmless. Except the Gits, who find them so irritating that they avoid them if they have the choice.
The Cretins - Us! Mankind. We're still here. God help us. Mostly when we're not stabbing/being stabbed/discussing the possibility of being stabbed by a Git we're waist deep in Quim to keep our minds off things. Prats have become something between a household pest and moochers that you can't get rid of. And most people carry around either something shiny or something loud to distract Oafs when they go on long walks. Oh, and nobody listens to the Ninnies. Ever. But damned if that doesn't keep them from sending us letters...
