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located in The Centre, a part of The Imagiverse, one of the many universes on RPG.

The Centre

The galactic sector of the known Imagiversal worlds.


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Character Portrait: Adam Skelecoot ((Roleplay Creator)) Character Portrait: John Skelecoot Character Portrait: Max the Robloxian Character Portrait: Jack "The Ducky Boy" Quackers Character Portrait: Fancy Pants Character Portrait: Skitters Character Portrait: Sir Betelgeuse Grimms Character Portrait: Vragi Odd
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The Centre. Home of the known worlds of the Imagiverse. Although it can be considered small compared to the surrounding Edge, it is still bloody massive. One world, one of the many bubbles of space-time that were spawned by the Creators to house their Ideas, orbits around the very centre of the Imagiverse, which is unfortunately the location of a titanic mass of blackness, a large spot in space where there are no stars, no light. This is the Darkness, home to what has been referred to uncommonly as the Maelstrom's second army. The aforementioned world is the Imagiverse Hub, a universal crossroads for inhabitants of all the known worlds to meet, greet and visit other worlds. In that same bubble is the home of the Creators, separate to the mortal Hub. You may ask why they decided to put the universal crossroads so near to perhaps the most dangerous region of the Centre. Well, one may answer that it is to keep watch of the Darkness, acting as an orbiting satellite to observe it at every angle.
Somewhere in the expanse of space, the S.S Victoria bursts into existence with a brief flash of cosmic light. Slowly, it would turn, until it's main thrusters were facing the black blob in the very centre, and make it's way towards an ineffable point in space.
Within the ship, the gramocoms would ring again. "Everyone in one piece?" echoed the voice of Jonathan. "We'll be making our way to the Threshold, but that'll be a while. In the meantime, kick back and relax with one of the records I've packed for the journey!" A scratching would be heard before an aged, warbling tune starts to play from the gramocoms.