"Ah, yes, you wish to talk to the Munificent Overseers. Very well. Sign here. And here. And here. Now, please, if you'll just wait a little while, and then we'll have more papers for you to sign..."
That's bureaucracy in Fallen London for you, dear players. Thankfully, you are not, in fact, in Fallen London in your real, mundane life*. You can bypass that nonsense, and get a direct line to your Merciful Mods, if you desire to. The most common method we request is to drop a line here in the comments of this post, unless the situation is an emergency. The comments here are screened for your privacy.
If you wish to contact one of the Munificent Overseers in an even more direct manner for more urgent reasons, here are their names and communication methods:
OFFICIAL OVERSEER E-MAIL
munificentoverseers@gmail.com
INDIVIDUAL OVERSEER CONTACT METHODS
Ni, the Loquacious Overseer (Primary Story and Plot Moderator)
The Double-Lidded Deviless. It chills the others to the bone when they hear those terrifying five words tumble from her attenuated lips: "I have a plot idea!"
Dreamwidth: ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png) papirini
AIM: cookirini
Plurk: ![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico) papirini
Skype: retardedcupcake OR halfmooncooky904@hotmail.com
Bookie, the Anthropoid Overseer (Primary Code Moderator)
The Pentecost Programmer. Her fork isn't just used for soul-stealing, but don't interrupt her while she's working. Also, call her a "code monkey" at your peril.
Plurk: bookworm12980 |
*If you do actually live in Fallen London, well, we did hear rumors of the walls erected by the Laws softening back when people started to--er, never mind, that's not important. Also, how in the world did you actually end up in a browser game-based reality? Did the conversion to two-dimensional HTML code hurt? Do you have a portable network graphic of your current form that we can send to your loved ones to let them know you're all right? You didn't...touch any random knives you happened to find on the ground by chance, did you!? You did, didn't you! Oh God. Oh dear God. And now you're coming to our game...quick, someone grab my derringer and call Failbetter support immediately--
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