(Once Upon a Time, Cats, Kittens, Dawgs, Dudes, Bros, Shoggoths, Primary Colors and Geometrical Shapes, I ran an adventure by this title elsewhere. I let it die. My fault mainly. I figured I could try again with the story here, and if it goes anywhere, then more power to it.) (Note 2: It also gives me a reason to come to Hidden Level every day, so I don't forget! ' <') (Note 3: I suppose It's worth saying that it used to be the adventures of William P Fetterbottom, but I figured I might as well leave names up for interpretation as well because I like doing things the hard way.) [HR][/HR] The N-Teenth Century! Behold, agape at the wonderment and fantasticallity of such a wonderful time to live in! The N-Teenth Century, an age where the boundaries between whole worlds are all but obliterated, to live in a world that seems to stretch on forever in all directions! The N-Teenth Century... Where Men can be Men, Women can be Women, or Men can be Women, Women can be Men, Maybe also we could be robots, or animals, or some form of mysterious green sludge! A time of free-thought and intellectual expression! (So long as you don't go against the propaganda of Their Royal Highnesses! Tekno-Ology and Majick coexisting in breathtaking displays of brains and brawn, where the will of a single Gentleman or Gentlelady can shape the very fabric of space and time! The N-Teenth... *Newsreel continues ad-nausea* [HR][/HR] Okay so it really is pretty awesome, if you're out to be a hero, or even a villain... Or if you're rich. That would be pretty nice also! Unfortunately you're but a simple, newly introduced member of the GentleCorps, where you hope to learn the skills and manners necessary to become one of the world's elite! Maybe. Your goals up to this point have really been pretty open. It's morning, and you have awoken in your very meager quarters aboard the B.F.W. 'Measure Twice, Cut Once'. Blinding sunlight sears through the window, reminding you how horrible it is to wake up so early. What Do? Or perhaps, more importantly, Who Is? It would be easier to get around if we knew Who and What you are, regarding your job aboard this Windbag.