WELCOME, DELICIOUS FRIEND

You are only a few moments away from Fallen London...

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May we ask whether you're a lady or a gentleman?

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My dear sir, there are individuals roaming the streets of Fallen London at this very moment with the faces of squid! Squid! Do you ask them their gender? And yet you waste our time asking me trifling and impertinent questions about mine? It is my own business, sir, and I bid you good day.

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Who are the Fisher-Kings?

The Fisher Kings are a gang of urchins who keep to the roofs and gutters. They specialise in a particular larceny: relieving passers-by below of their fine hats and wigs by means of a line, a hook, and the deft flick of a wrist. They are a superstitious crew: you can only be a member if you bear the scar of an old wound that never fully healed, and they consider it bad luck to ever set foot upon the ground.

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... another player does something nice for me
... another player does something sinister to me
... (occasionally) when the game gets an update or improvement