Ekuiphoris: Where Chaos Flooded In

A galaxy that wasn’t supposed to exist—and still barely does.

Ekuiphoris kicked off with a flood nobody pins down—black hole bust or resort flop, it’s a soaked wreck either way. Planets half-drown in briny muck, coral drifts through asteroid belts, and pirates rule the soggy scraps—a gritty, wet chaos that hooks you deep. Every dock sags, every hull rusts, and the air’s a salty slap you can’t shake.

Ports stink of brine and broken bets, ships limp on patched hulls, and trade’s a gamble on sinking decks—locals adapt or float off, thriving on a mess that won’t dry out. Copy Cats turned flops into empires, stacking Wishbones ‘til the tide takes ‘em—a raw rush of sink-or-swim you’ll love to hate.

The Friendly Robot Agency sails you to Yaaargh’s Revenge, where pirate wrecks pile high as their regrets—the Copy Cats bet you’ll chase the loot, boots soaked ‘til you’re hooked. This galaxy’s a PTU thrill you can’t bail on.