You wake on a ship that did not need you yesterday.

The Continuant has been moving longer than anyone awake can explain. The other ring is sealed. A brass counter reads seven. Eighty-one people already have jobs, friends, grudges, routines, and plans. Then your pod opens.

What kind of game is this?

A living text world about becoming useful to people who would have continued without you.

• Work matters because systems wear out.
• People keep schedules and relationships without you.
• Rumors bend and records can preserve errors.
• One week is too small to see everything.
• Nobody aboard knows what zero means.

Public directory

• The Continuant
• Ordinal biomes
• The Twelve Services
• Census
• How life works here
• Field Manual
• Commands
• Long Table
• The Turn
• The Count
• Archive
• Development transmissions
• FAQ

The ship continues while you decide what matters.