Private aran opened the gate into the military base. the big grey truck drove in. but something fell out of it, some strange device.
“hey, aran, what are you tinkering with overthere?”
“i don’t kn…...............”
for a second everything looked blue. and then the mil base was gone.
“where am i?”
(btw, this is the first time i try a nomic).
Welcome to blognomic. Please keep your hands and personal effects safely within your time machine at all times during travel. Or not. But don’t say we didn’t warn you.
BlogNomic is an online Nomic: a self-modifying game where changing the rules is part of the game. Players make blog posts proposing additions or alterations to the ruleset, discussing and casting votes in the comments: if enough vote in favour, the rules are changed and play continues.
The game has been running since 2003 and resets every month or so. Have a look around the wiki for more information and history. New players are always welcome and can join in the game at any time.
BlogNomic is powered by pMachine ExpressionEngine.
Elias IX:
Okay, I’ll (add you to the (sidebar/GNDT)/mail you your GNDT password).
Welcome!