Hiyume-chan

They don't really mention it. Their birthdays, that is. It was never a custom to celebrate the day of their creation back on Derse. It was just another day. Some of the commonfolk occasionally exchanged words about it—no more than a recognition of it to mark down one's age—but otherwise it passed by without much thought. As Midnight City grew on Alternia, however, the citizens seemed to take a liking to the idea of celebrating the day. They exchanged gifts, they had parties, they got shitfaced because they felt they had some obligation to on their particular day. It grew as the city grew, until eventually everyone had forgotten o

I could have been your world I could have been your universe Somehow you thought you'd make it. It's ridiculous, you know. You should have expected to die on this severed moon drifting into the void, rigged to explode. There isn't much hope for escape. You're the Dignitary. You're rational. You're realistic. You should have seen it coming. But for some reason you didn't. For some reason you thought you'd be able to kill these Derse dreamers and defuse the Tumor. For some reason you thought you'd drift back to a moonless planet and resume rule. For some reason the only thought in your mind was that you would win. And now all you can think

He's up earlier than usual. Slick is the type to be out cold until around noon, but when you walk into the small kitchen of the hideout at eight in the morning, he's sitting at the small dining table, back hunched with a steaming mug of coffee slowly cooling beside him. You raise an eyebrow and approach him, leaning over his shoulder with your hands behind your back. He's scribbling something on a sheet of paper. There's no title on the sheet and his chicken-scratch is beyond you. You notice though that it's in a list format. Some things are scribbled out, about half of the scribbles supposedly having the words they conceal rewritten beside

Diamonds Droog, contrary to his reputation, is not as he seems. People will often tell you he is the brains of the Midnight Crew. He is calm, collected, and in control. When given an order, he takes care of it in a logical and intelligent manner. Some find his monotonous visage threatening, while others find it to be a comfort compared to the constant scowling of the Crew's leader or oblivious follow-orders-ask-questions-later stare of their demolitions expert. He has an impeccable taste in fashion and, possibly, other finer things. He seems like the kind of man who would be passionate about his interests, and who you wouldn't mind sitting d