Plynthar System: Where Peace is a Hazy Profit
- Department of Propaganda and Experiences
- Feb 20
- 1 min read
Updated: Mar 3
Ambition is optional, but indulgence is mandatory.
Plynthar System skips law for a mellow hum—rules float like smoke, too chill to stick. Cartels peddle highs and quiet vibes, spinning leisure into gold while ambition naps on a beanbag. It’s a galaxy so relaxed it forgets to fight, turning dope dens into empires with a lazy nod. Every planet’s a haze of slow deals and slower grins, a dopamine drip you can’t shake.
Governments vote on nap lengths, syndicates trade nods over knives, and the air’s thick with fumes that blur the edges—peace isn’t free, just too stoned to bill you. Goods enlighten or numb, from ganja stacks to bliss tabs, and profit creeps in like a late guest. You’ll sink into the buzz, chasing a high that’s always one puff away, hooked on the calm chaos.
TFRTA lures you to Washy Washy II, where sock puppets slug it out in a ganja fog—The Friendly Robot Travel Agency bets you’ll stay for the vibe, shuttle delayed ‘til you’re too buzzed to care. This system’s a hazy thrill you’ll love to lose.
Connections:
Washy Washy II → Sock fists fly in the haze.
Underground Sock Puppet Fight Club → Bets hit harder than the high.
Wishbones → Trade ‘em for a puff or a punch.
Rick’s Review: “Fight Club’s a stoned slugfest, Sock Market crashed my Wishbones, and LASIK googly-eyed me into a ditch—Plynthar’s too baked to care, and I’m still giggling at the chaos. 5 Tee-Hees—peace this wild deserves a medal.”