RPG Codex
Hey, Rangers - we are here to talk about the RPG Codex.
In the mountains northwest of Prosperlands stands a grand but somewhat weathered forum, a remnant from simpler, more peaceful times.
When Interplay fell in 2004, the forum users watched mushroom clouds rise over the mountains and listened to the world end over the radio. They talked long into the night about what the future of the RPG genre held. Then, over the next few years, they had final, sumptuous meals before wandering into the surrounding forest to hang themselves. Only the conductors remained - employees, at first, and then people seduced by the idea that they could bring back a certain elegance to the RPG genre.
As the world devolved into popamolery, stories of this relatively peaceful end spread through the Internet. The RPG Codex became a popular destination for suicidal oldfags who came to the forum for a joyful final repast before joining the frozen corpses hanging in the forest.
Those corpses instill superstitious fear in the wild, inbred clans in the surrounding domens, as well as a certain unease in neighboring sites. Rumor has it that the RPG Codex is haunted - those who spend too much time here swear that they hear the whispering voices of the unquiet Black Isle. The conductors of the RPG Codex don’t mind. They are people of quiet faith and firm belief in doing the right thing by their users, and they welcome anyone who comes to their doors.
The Suicide Forest beyond their walls is not as peaceful. Bethestards of unusual size and degeneracy roam the hills, as more than one studio has found to its chagrin. Caves twist into the hard rock of the mountain - a perfect place to den for the long winter, or for a thoughtful, morality-light troll to set up lair far from the prying eyes of what remains of the conductor's law.
Above it all, the RPG Codex looms, promising an end to the misery of life in this world. Stop on by! Reservations are appreciated, but even if the hotel is full, hang around.
A room should be vacant soon...