https://threshold.oxfordrpg.com/ 2026-05-07T13:36:10+00:00 https://threshold.oxfordrpg.com/ https://threshold.oxfordrpg.com/_media/wiki:logo.svg text/html 2025-03-13T15:34:25+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://threshold.oxfordrpg.com/eternities:acacia_labang?rev=1741880065&do=diff Acacia Labang Eternity Falling Action Acacia cannot stroll, but she walks slowly. It would have been impossible in life to beat the setting sun to any destination; unending twilight makes some things easier. It turns one hundred paces into less of a race, although some warmth would have been welcome on this walk, however short the distance between the doorstep and the Block’s sprawling garden had begun to feel. text/html 2025-03-13T13:06:00+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://threshold.oxfordrpg.com/eternities:adonis_iscariot?rev=1741871160&do=diff Adonis Iscariot Eternity Musings on remembrance It is with light hand and heavy heart that I begin my last entry, dear journal. Your pages are scratched and scribbled and scrawled in every ink-black inch, your paper so saturated with the lives and deaths of innumerable souls. And yet; their beings were erased. Their days were counted. text/html 2025-03-13T13:15:52+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://threshold.oxfordrpg.com/eternities:bishop_antonius?rev=1741871752&do=diff Antonius Eternity A Study in Exegesis Towards the heart of the Block, drifting with non-Euclidian determination into the fringes of a freshly rooted forest, there is a room. Towards the heart of this room, where a tracery of thousands of twisted route-lines converge and diverge, there is a circle. It sprawls across floorboards in the colourful, intertwining chalk-smears of many who have tracked their way into this space for conversation; smiled, laughed musically, and refreshed it with hands … text/html 2025-03-13T13:17:43+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://threshold.oxfordrpg.com/eternities:damien_borne?rev=1741871863&do=diff Damien Borne Eternity Outliving the Immortal A man stands proudly atop the steps of a university building in some far-off Block, greeting the academics as they enter. This woman is a Lewisian metaphysician, working to develop a robust theory of time that can account for both the world of the living and the strange spatiotemporal properties exhibited here the Threshold. Her theories modelling peoples as five-dimensional aggregates of temporal parts, building on Lewis’ own four-dimensionalism… text/html 2025-03-13T13:07:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://threshold.oxfordrpg.com/eternities:euphemia?rev=1741871233&do=diff William Bishop Publishing William Bishop is a good, honest man, and a Resurrectionist. Was a Resurrectionist. There are no bodies to exhume in the Threshold, no soil to dig through- half-frozen to split open with a shovel. No coppers to trade between small trembling hands. No cadavers needed for medical study, and no dissections for him to watch, desperately clinging to every word and incision. No more bodies means no more open graves, no pits for him to fall into, no more nights spent stari… text/html 2025-03-13T12:45:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://threshold.oxfordrpg.com/eternities:everard?rev=1741869913&do=diff Everard Eternity The Levelling of the Fog-Rows Being A True Chronicle and Prophetic Denunciation of the Kingly Principle in Psychopomp Recounting: 1) The Laughter of Charlie Show, the Circus Master, who gazed into the Mist and saw the Reflection of the Meaningless Void of her own Heart, and so tortured us for Sport text/html 2025-03-13T13:19:25+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://threshold.oxfordrpg.com/eternities:felix_mortimer?rev=1741871965&do=diff Felix Mortimer Like Sand in the Water A stack of books sits on a table in Felix’s study. Some are neuroscience textbooks, others psychology primers; some are simply collections of recipes. And each one of these weighty tomes brings back new memories, and inspires those memories to stick. It’s funny; the more time spent here in the Block, the less painful it is to remember the past. These memories are no longer dark portents, confusing phantasms forcing the man to relive the worst moments of hi… text/html 2025-03-13T12:39:21+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://threshold.oxfordrpg.com/eternities:harry_arnold?rev=1741869561&do=diff Harry Arnold Eternity You are never alone – A story about an almost accountant. Hunted down by a pack of hyenas. “Well…looks like our little friend has gotten lost.” They cackled at him. His flesh malleable beneath their bruised hands. His jaw cracks as knuckles connect with bone. The air forced out of his lungs as another fist propels itself into his stomach. text/html 2025-03-13T13:02:16+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://threshold.oxfordrpg.com/eternities:john_le_tillyer?rev=1741870936&do=diff John le Tillyer Eternity And, later (how much later? Does it matter? Time uncurls like a fern, an unending series of spiral bends), the forest will have grown. The mist will cling to the treetops, wetting the ground with occasional rains of memory and fear, and every step will sink, soft, into a carpet of mulch, forever freshly decayed. John’s billhook will once again have seen blood, smelt it, tasted its iron tang. But it will have been for a good cause, this time. Moved by revolutionary hope,… text/html 2025-03-13T23:54:52+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://threshold.oxfordrpg.com/eternities:jude?rev=1741910092&do=diff Judyth Eternity Act V, Epilogue EPILOGUE, spoken by Judyth. Now these veils have all been lifted, The clockwork of our world has shifted; What strength I have ’s mine own once more And unconfined by one man’s law. So listen long and listen well, text/html 2025-03-13T12:39:32+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://threshold.oxfordrpg.com/eternities:juliette_daubeny?rev=1741869572&do=diff Juliette Daubeny Eternity Published Work My dearest Betsy, It may be a while before you receive this letter, as I have not yet been able to find your Block. Still, I will. I have eternity to do it. Memory is fickle here; I want this down on paper so that whatever happens you may know. text/html 2025-03-13T13:18:38+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://threshold.oxfordrpg.com/eternities:livith?rev=1741871918&do=diff Livith Eternity Publishing [tw: death, death of a child, disease] Love is grief, A woman trembles, weakened by hunger and loss, as she fills a shallow grave she dug herself. There is no headstone. She knows not how to craft one, nor how to write the name. The only record of who is buried here will be in her memory; she does not know it, but even that will be gone before too long. text/html 2025-03-13T13:42:44+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://threshold.oxfordrpg.com/eternities:moro?rev=1741873364&do=diff Archbishop Moro A Benediction at the Forest on the Holy Day of the Planting of the Tree of Antonius and Moro, as given by the Archbishop Let it be granted, O Divine, who art all-between, that we here in the Deep may know the waiting Roots as that we reach, and in this manner sing thee. text/html 2025-03-13T12:39:10+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://threshold.oxfordrpg.com/eternities:queenie?rev=1741869550&do=diff Queenie Eternity Eternity The revelation at the last meeting was life changing, death changing, earth shattering. But Queenie has taken it quite well. To her surprise as much as anyone else’s, the news filled her with an unprecedented sense of calm and ease. Everything she had so longed for, everything she had felt she would never attain, everything she felt an aching sense of loss for, it had all been buried within her all along, so many lifetimes of her death, forgotten but not truly erased.… text/html 2025-03-13T12:39:46+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://threshold.oxfordrpg.com/eternities:shadow?rev=1741869586&do=diff Truth's Light Casts Darkest Shadows Eternity Published Work A strip of light falls over a nondescript box covered in dust. Who can say how long it has been closed? It seems to have been a very, very long time. A figure steps up to it, and blows the dust from it. text/html 2025-03-29T15:49:43+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://threshold.oxfordrpg.com/eternities:shelly_green?rev=1743263383&do=diff Shelly Green Eternity At Last The New Arriving A setting of Gabrielle Calvocoressi's At Last The New Arriving, which to me is a poem about shaking off the things that try their best to cling on and pull you down (Catholic school. Getting your face beaten to a pulp. Boys not wanting you to dance with the other girls.) and joyously waxing poetic, raving, shouting about everything beautiful that persists nonetheless (Playing your horn. Winning the fight. Dancing with the other girls.) text/html 2025-03-13T13:20:48+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://threshold.oxfordrpg.com/eternities:siphy?rev=1741872048&do=diff Siphy/集輝 Eternity Regeneration Acacia: Two of Diamonds The Jack and the Two sit in a comfortable silence, completing killer sudokus. Well, it would be comfortable if they weren’t both going as quickly as possible, pens scribbling with intensity, trying to maintain a composed façade. Neither can resist a competition – a chance to best the other and tease them until their next battle – but the rivalry is friendly and companionable now. text/html 2025-03-13T13:07:47+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://threshold.oxfordrpg.com/eternities:the_nightingale?rev=1741871267&do=diff Nightingale Eternity Published Work It’s a morning the same as any other. The man wakes up, rolls out of bed and opens his wardrobe. Black shirts fill the space, but he isn’t after any of them today. Instead, the man pulls out the singular white shirt and pair of dungarees that she owns and puts them on. The man heads to his shop, the florist’s. He flips over the open sign and walks into the small space, which is bustling with all sorts of fauna. He places herself at the counter and greets the… text/html 2025-03-13T13:07:39+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://threshold.oxfordrpg.com/eternities:titus_wolfson?rev=1741871259&do=diff Titus Wolfson Eternity Conclusion A submission to a manifesto, potentially to be renamed from “manifesto” to have a less normative implication to its title. The intention of this collection of essays is, at least how I have understood it, to share our experiences of existence in the Threshold in order to enable us to create a better society going forwards. There is much to be said about the despotic powers that governed this place before recent revelations, and I believe much ink will be spi… text/html 2025-03-13T13:19:47+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://threshold.oxfordrpg.com/eternities:ulysses_bennett?rev=1741871987&do=diff Ulysses Bennett Eternity Evergreen Hypothesis, experiment, result - Ulysses research into the brain is exact and in depth. He and Felix get into a routine. When they experiment together, it’s like a dance - perfectly in sync as they pass each other scalpels and test tubes. The scalpel in his hand feels second nature when he takes a peek into someone else’s brain