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Diapergate: Reflections on the Movement Twenty Years Later

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@ArenaSnow

Ours is a peaceful movement. Why do you hate the diaperboyes when we fight against those who tyrannize you?

Diapergate: Reflections on the Movement Twenty Years Later

Many died for diapergate.

@Dinh AaronMk

They died that we may have a bright, sticky future. It is an honor to have served with such noble diaperboyes.

Kitchen Dinning Tables

Hello all I'm a 32 year old male, married with two beautiful little girls (Caitlyn and Katelin). I've got a great job at the plant and a spacious house big enough for the girls to run around in all day. I have a smoking hot wife and a fantastic sex life. I really could not ask for anything more.

But I feel so empty inside. The only thing I that really gets me going anymore is finding old diapers, microwaving them to sterilize them, and then wearing them around the house when Sharon and the girls are asleep. I need a community that understands me, but I just don't know if I'm prepared, mentally or physically, to really take the plunge into #Diapergate.

Any other diaper freaks out there who can advise me one way or the other??

The Fallen Era

This looks really good. I can see a lot of love went into the worldbuilding and I really appreciate the small details you've put into the setting. I'd like to think up a character or maybe even a nation if that is still available, but I admit I have a penchant for dropping off the Earth so perhaps it would be best for me to play as a character.

MAHZQUEST

>WHOMST THAT POKÉMON?
>IT'S DIGLETT
>Diglett-diglett!

Diapergate: Reflections on the Movement Twenty Years Later

Ṋ̣̜̩ͅO͏͕̱̻͘ ̨̡̯͕̲͓̫̞M̭̰͠A̺̲̼̥̩̱͙̭͢H̥̗̤̹̩̫͖͞Z̧̝̺͡
̦̟Ṇ̡̝̫͎͞O̸̰͔̖͞ ̢̛͈̟͎̠̮ͅṂ̭̼̳͔́O̡͉̟ͅD̴҉̢̝̮̖̲S̳̱̪̀
̞̗̤̯͕̣̕N̲̼͔̗̫͜O͉̜͎̰͈ ͏̛̠͚̗͔͎̭̪̥͙͠M̵̬A͓͎̤̳͟͝ͅS̝̘͍T̲̥̯̫̺È̤̪̫̠̥̹̟͜͜R̶̨͚̺̙͘S̗̞͖͖̟̦̳̳̮͘
̝͕̮͓̭Ḍ̷̨̱͠I͏̰̘̲͞͡A̠̝̪͘P̶͉̬̗͢E̡͍͍͕͕̝͙̞̕R̩̖̱͖̗̞̳̣̀͠G̖̮͍̗ͅA̡͙͓̹͔͉̤͠T̵̻͉̯̬͕̥̕È͈̦̫͙̗̹͎ ̷̺̻̪͜F̸̻̳͚̀͞O̡̫̘͙̮̦̦͢Ŕ̴̡̘͕͇̱̜̬ͅE̠͙V͍͉͞E̤͕͇͉͕̹͖̬ͅŔ̼͕̭̮̺̝̭

Diapergate: Reflections on the Movement Twenty Years Later

P͎̘̣͖͉͜L̞͈̝̰̜E̵̼͈̙͕̣̰A̘̗̫͠S͈̜͍̻E̠͙̭ ̷̥̬͙̺͕̪S̻T̟A͎̬̠̪͍̲̼͠N̖̬̮̠̰D̼̹̙̥̯ ̶̮̠̜B̴̘̟͚̙̥̰͈Y̯͚͖̼:͈̖͙͓̳̭͝ͅ U҉̮͕̻͚͙͙ͅR̸̮̣͕̯̤͖̼G͓̮̼͚͝E̴͎̳̫̩̳̩̜N̡̼̤T̴̥͔ ̮M̯̖̪͈̦̪E̥͜S̤̭͘S̢̤A̩G̵͖̥E͏̖̘̖̜͓̭ ͈̦͙̭͜T̷͉R͙͚̭̙͇̩̀A̠̫N͔Ṣ͈͚̞̖̻̦́M̖̖̰͖̪I̧T͝T̻E̘̳̱̤͎͈͝D̙̖̦ ̨̪̹̣͙͚̭F̨̤R̵͕̻̺̻͈̝̖O͠M̯̕ ̴͇̥Ţ̬̱̮͖̻̙̭H̢̩̞̫̬̞̳E̡͚̰ Y̜̩̘̳E̢̘̮̻A̤͚R̥͈̮̱̗͉̩ ̡̭̟͍̳̜2҉̝̜̦̪0̥̪̦͢3̨8̬͈̘͕̟͎̝͝

Wanderers in the Void

"May it be manifest that the apostate is to be shown no mercy, for he is the greatest enemy of the Faith. The apostate is a blight among the believers, for as a a rotten fruit spoils the whole of the bushel, so too does the apostate encourage syncretism and laxity among his peers. The apostate is therefore to removed swiftly and ruthlessly. Pursue him to the ends the earth if it be required."

Manual of the Faith - holy text of the Xalform Crusade

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After nearly a fortnight at sea, Thozgild the Strange set foot on terra firma at last, clumsily lowering himself off of the deck of his beached vessel and landing with a splash amidst the churning foam rolling in and out along the beach. Most of the deckhands and servants had already disembarked from their vessels and busied themselves by heaving the three ships in Thozgild's flotilla up onto the beach with lengths of mooring rope. The Polymath surveyed his ships his eyes darted up and down the ship, while his head bobbed and weaved as if to compensate for the furious darting of his eyes. After another several moments of craning his neck up and down, Thozgild satisfied himself that his boats were in satisfactory condition.

"Take care in unloading the collections!" Thozgild ordered to anyone who might be listening, his mad eyes darting around the sand at his feet. "Already I have lost innumerable treasures during this journey, and I can scarce afford the destruction of anythi- Ooh my!"

The polymath was immediately distracted by something half buried in the sand. Thozgild bent over at once and plucked the object of interest from the sand, brushed off its crust of moist sand with jittery fingers, and examined it carefully: a leathery mermaid's purse.

"How very curious indeed!" Thozgild exclaimed, turning the leathery black object in his fingers. "Quite curious, these mermaid's purses. I am told that they are not actually purses at all, but rather the egg of various undersea beasts. Hmmm... this one seems to have hatched already. A pity - how curious it would be to examine the contents and see what sort of queer chick might hatch from such an egg."

Thozgild's men were accustomed to their master's eccentricities and sudden distractions, and paid him little mind to these tangents. His unusual requests and sudden snap decisions often made Thozgild a difficult master to serve. But for all his irritating attributes, Thozgild was wealthy indeed and paid his servants well. Their handsome stipends did much to make Thozgild's strange habits tolerable.

The approaching rumble of hooves tore Thozgild's attention from the mermaid's purse. Thundering down the beach toward Thozgild and his ships were a dozen horsemen clad in plate-and-mail armor. Several held spears pointing into the sky with fluttering banners bearing imperial heraldry attached just beneath the speartips. The deckhands and servants stopped their work to gawk anxiously at the approaching horsemen, but Thozgild was perfectly at ease. Thozgild gently placed the mermaid's purse back onto the sand - as if he meant to recover it shortly - before ambling toward the horsemen in his characteristic swaying, seemingly-intoxicated gait. The horsemen slowed to a canter as they reached Thozgild.

"At last! The welcome committee has arrived!" A cordial Thozgild exclaimed in perfect though heavily-accented Galovian.

"Quite the opposite, stranger," corrected the gravelly-voiced commander of the horsemen as he pulled back on the reigns to bring his steed to a halt before Thozgild. "We are the Elsen Guard. Your ships were spotted from the lighthouse making an unauthorized landing on the Isle of Fray."

"Oh good, we are exactly where we mean to be then," a delighted Thozgild clapped his hands together in enthusiasm. "You see, my maps are quite old, and so I had some anxiety that perhaps we had missed our destination and instead landed on some other spit of land. It certainly did take us a long time to reach this place, but I do suppose the Timorous Easterlies were not working in our favor for much of our-"

"It my duty to inform you that only vessels on imperial business are granted entry to the Isle of Fray, given the... situation on the mainland and recent events here on the Isle. You must therefore launch your ships from here and return from whence you came."

"I'm afraid, my dear sir, that returning to our point of origin is not an option. You see, I hail from the city of Helarx. I too have been affected by the conflict on the mainland."

"Helarx?" Another mounted guard spoke up. "That's a Xalform city. You're a damned Crusader or one of their spies."

"Let's just put a spear in his gut and be done with this," snarled another guard.

"I am no more a Crusader than any of you lot. If those zealots had their way, the vultures would be picking at my crucified skeleton on the ramparts of Helarx right now. I have no more love for the Crusade than any of you, for I am a refugee from their perverted cult. My customs and tastes were unpalatable to the new masters of my home, and so I was forced to flee. You may well know my name, for I am Thozgild of Helarx."

"Thozgild the Strange," recognized one of the guards.

"The same," said Thozgild with a wry smile. "An unfortunate moniker, but I cannot deny it is true."

"I would have thought the Xalform Crusade would have killed off a freak like you long ago," said the horseman who had recognized Helarx earlier.

"I was, for a time, too valuable to kill. But their bloodlust has since overcome their greed. I escaped their wrath but only just, and I cannot return. I therefore seek asylum in your Empire, on this Island of Fray."

"I cannot grant you permission to stay," reaffirmed the guard commander. "Enemy of the Crusade or not, I cannot let you stay here."

"Then who could grant such permission?" Asked Thozgild.

"The Duke of Elsen, perhaps," said the commander as he looked askance at Thozgild and his ships, "but an appointment is requi-"

"Splendid!" The Polymath exclaimed, clapping his hands together and rubbing them together. "Take me there, I wish to speak with him at once."

Wanderers in the Void

A Stranger Comes to Town

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Name: Thozgild the Strange
Player: Gorgenmast
Gender: Male
Nicknames: The Polymath of Helarx, The Queer Prince
Race: Human
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Deity: None
Age: 57?
Size: Slightly-above average
Body Type: Flabby
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 180 lbs
Complexion: Pale
Hair: Wiry whitish-gray hair tonsured and braided into five strands running down the side of his head.
Eyes: Hazel
Handedness: Left
Scars: None
Personality: To be played out over the course of the RP.
Sexual Affinity: In a word: deviant. Thozgild has many exotic and strange fetishes.

Bio:
Thozgild is an arrestingly unusual and mysterious character. The exotic polymath's youth and background are virtually unknown, though he is believed to have arisen from the peasantry of the foreign port city of Helarx. Twenty years ago, Thozgild had established himself as a wealthy merchant lord with a lucrative trading enterprise. Modern observers might best describe the Merchant of Helarx as a vendor of snake oil, for his wealth was earned in the sale of medicinal and alchemical reagents, tinctures, and potions from exotic lands. Thozgild's frequent travels to far-flung lands exposed him to a great many unusual customs and ideas. With his great wealth, Thozgild amassed an immense collection of artifacts, specimens, tomes, scrolls, tapestries, and other curiosities.

During one trip to some distant and barbarous land, Thozgild is reported to have imbibed a curious medicine offered to him from the indigenous folk that forever altered his mind. The Merchant of Helarx henceforth acquired a swaying gait and an accent akin to that of no known country. His interests shifted away from mercantile endeavors and he instead devoted his time to the study of arcane subjects. Thozgild is known across Galmaora as a polymath. He is reported to speak as many as twelve languages and is well versed on the tenets of numerous religions and cults.

In recent years, however, the city of Helarx fell under the control of the Xalform Crusade. The cosmopolitan port of Helarx was no longer the tolerant city-state that Thozgild had called home for most of his life. The fanatical inquisitors charged with governing this land became increasingly hostile to the strange merchant lord and his unorthodox interests, but deigned to spare him due to the tax revenue his trade enterprise generated in Helarx. Even so, the Crusade's bloodlust for unbelievers could only be stayed for so long, and eventually the Xalform rulers of Helarx decided that Thozgild's heretical beliefs could not be tolerated for any amount of gold, and so decided that he was to be beheaded.

Thozgild, however, had long been preparing his flight from the clutches of the Crusade. Through his study of the cosmos and the skies, the Polymath of Helarx was able to predict the coincidence of thick fog on a moonless night. On the night when a torch-bearing guard could scarcely see ten paces in front of him, Thozgild sprang his plan into action. Thozgild's servants - shod in thick leather socks so as to conceal all sound of their footfalls - carried litters laden with as much of his extensive collection as they could carry from their master's compound to three ships waiting in the harbor. But when a servant tripped over a cobblestone in the dark and toppled a litter full of glass vessels, the city's guards were alerted to Thozgild's flight. With a hoard of fanatics on his heels, Thozgild had no choice but to abandon more than half of his beloved collections and cast off into the inky fog.

Thozgild's ships have sailed beyond the reach of the Xalform Crusade, and the Polymath of Helarx has charted a course to a new home. Settling on a remote and oft-forgotten territory of the tolerant Galovian Empire, Thozgild's ships sail now across the Timorous Sea to the Isle of Fray.