imagine what this is like if your FLPC is Harry DuBois. you already have the main-four reliving Anthrocon 1899 in your head and then suddenly there's 7- 8- 9 more increasingly-abstract bastards rattling up in that noggin. discordance's dialogue portrait is blank and it speaks only in negations. chthonosophy tries to be volition. (it is unsuccessful in this endeavor.)