Lovelace: Where Passion is Legally Binding

Love is banned, but lifelong commitment isn’t optional.

Lovelace bans the L-word like it’s a death curse—whisper it, and you’re out cold, exiled to drift among the stars. Affection’s a felony here, but good luck escaping your ties—breakups are off the table, locked tight by laws that weld bonds forever. It’s a galaxy of cold stares and colder grudges, where every deal’s a life sentence and every feud’s a vow you can’t unswear. Passion twists into silent wars, and the air hums with unspoken venom.

Rituals turn feelings into steel—nobody admits to caring, but they’ll kill to prove it. Industries churn out tools to coexist without cracking—codes, contracts, anything to dodge saying what’s real. Zero divorce isn’t harmony; it’s a cage of spite and stubborn glue. You’ll feel the weight of every glance, every slight etched into eternity, a thrill of tension that never snaps.

The Friendly Robot Travel Agency drops you on Yarnia, where crochet beings weave every grudge into the fabric of life—bring Wishbones, ‘cause TFRTA knows you’ll need ‘em to dodge the threads. This galaxy’s a knot you’ll hate to untangle but can’t resist tugging.

Connections:

• Yarnia → Threads tie hate tighter than steel.

• Wishbones → Buy your way out—or deeper in.

• The Kumite of Yarnia → Yarn fights settle scores for keeps.

  
  

Rick’s Review: “Kumite’s a crocheted bloodbath, the Sewing Machine’s a overhyped relic, and Voodoo Doo Doo Dolls cursed my shuttle—still limping. Lovelace locks you in hate ‘til you choke, and I’m half-tempted to stay just to spite ‘em. 3 Tee-Hees—grudge-fueled fun outweighs the knots.”