(As with most proper nouns in board game design, all these names are placeholders and subject to change if/when something better [or someone optioning the design] comes along.)
Project Cross-Flux is a big game design that will take some time to actually fill out, so in the meanwhile, I'll release characters, classes, and other design elements with placeholder art to be a tease.
Each evening it was forgotten; each morning it was remembered: "The relationship of liquor to secrets, is that of men to secrets." This place tried hard not to remember. There wasn't much opportunity for a poor French convict in post-war Louisiana, but then there wasn't much for folks in general. This particular, loosely associated scattering of plank-built buildings, in which Benoit found employment (and barely managed to not sink into the swamp like half of everything else), was called Driftwood by the locals, not that it really mattered to anyone. Already trying to keep a recent series of forced relocations across America under wraps, due to his uncontrollable habits, he found the necessary plying of the drunks bartending entailed difficult, without revealing small personal details or histories he would rather like not to. This lead to the familiar cycle of habitual lying, anxiety, and general stress into which Benoit typically fell after enough weeks in one spot. Trying to keep his stories, aliases, and backgrounds straight over the years always made his head hurt, and when his head hurt, the habits tended to gain a foothold. Once the blackouts began, he would lose his characteristic smirk, and he would have to change his surroundings yet again. He could almost feel the scales already shifting, sliding beneath his skin.
Abstract: This paper aims to advance the general zoological knowledge base by documenting the findings from an analysis of a peculiar Gelatinus cubus specimen, found in a tunnel network connected to the penitentiary beneath The King's Paradise. Determined to be attempting an escape from what may be considered neglectful or abusive conditions, the specimen has been placed in quarantine until a verdict is arrived at in its Creatures' Rights petition (#3827-TSP29). Traditionally, most specimens of the Gelatinus genus grow at a rate determined by their daily input of digestible organic mass, allowing the age of most well-fed gelatines to be estimated by their size. This specimen, however, nicknamed "Brick" by its owner, demonstrates an anomalous growth pattern: appearing the size of a 10 year old specimen, but actually being at least 50 years old, if administrative records and The King's recollection are to be believed. Not only does this challenge the accepted 15-year life expectancy of most Gelatinus specimens, it also demonstrates an adaptability heretofore unseen in the species, thanks to incredibly under-appreciated dietary plasticity. A very slow nutrient drip effect was accidentally achieved by the general high humidity within the lower levels of The King's Paradise, combined with a steady, free carbon supply through a leaky smokestack for the incinerator below and trace amounts of organic matter attached to the airborne iron particles that give the place its distinctive rusty odor (from the various pools of blood maintained by staff). These incidental conditions allowed for wholly unexpected developments within the life-form specified, evidencing a greater need for expanded environmental trials with current inventories.
Day 1,912 - Night
Still no food, only water days back. Struggles of my path, never this great. The closest my light has brought me to suffering. Reason and cause must be equally great. Found crude shelter, not natural, but somewhere to rest. Even this land allows complex life, or maybe simply survivors. Only writing little, exhausted.
Day 1,913 - Evening
Great life hears our will, and delivers our needs. Nourishment of all necessary sorts has been provided by laboring souls as kind as any enlightened I have thus far met. They give much of their craft, and its services, to provide the energy to all assembled here, even a stranger such as myself. I am truly blessed. They do seem to have difficulty finding where I fit best, already hurriedly shuffling me from spot to spot despite just having met, but if they feel I can serve their efforts, I wait eagerly to see where and how. The amount of waiting and repetition are good for the mind; the amount of platitudes may not be.
Day 1,914 - Afternoon
Well, as with most I've met in my travels, these people seem most impressed by the physical feats of the body. My martial discipline has been noted, and I have quickly been moved to practice forms with the larger members of this crew on the strangest custom-built training grounds. Unfortunately, they find my attempts at wisdom trying, but perhaps their mental conditioning is more fortuitous than I can assess.
Day 1,915 - Day
...This is The Set of Amulet Lords II, a fantasy film. I feel betrayed. My time and practice, wasted. I must leave this place, but they have offered me a contract with points on international gross. Surely, the struggles of my trials continue unabated.