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This is the Infictive Research Wiki, a space that is part laboratory, part recording studio, part mastermind session, part cut-up, part garbage dump. Bland looking, maybe, but easy to use and easier to get lost in. Moving parts and fluid pumps may pose traffic dangers. These things won't be an exact science.
If you're navigating or narrating on this wiki, you'll have to find your own way about mostly. Our top researcher, Mystery X, is usually around if you're looking for a shoulder to peek over.
If you're a new research associate, and you still need Narrative Credentials, you'll have to be able to perform basic math. Please do not disturb Tobor.
Yes, we are aware of the often egregious errors made through out these pages by varying authors; thank you for your concern, feel free to edit anything you like. Beware: We are all in the web of the Spider God.
Beyond that, keep in mind that the story never quite ends...
And you'll probably die along the way a few times.
"I don't need to strut," Tobor thought and jerked the joystick hard to the right, sending his tiny craft into a spectacular death spiral, "qnʇ ı snɹǝ ɐɯ dɹobɹɐɯɯǝp ʇo¡"
You are reading, it is reading you.
Our struts are better.
You should see the Other.