In Clarus, colour is a privilege. The DNA-coded lenses of government agents grant them every hue, whilst the rich and famous - the collective Poly - surround themselves with the reds and oranges they have worked so hard to be allowed. But you are Ty, a simple labourer and one of the millions of Mono. To you, colour is a luxury for the rich and mighty - which you are not. Sold into slavery and hidden away from the wonders of technology that make Clarus so wonderful, you have no knowledge of the outside world and no way to escape.

But what if you did?
Would Clarus be the perfect world you always hoped it would be?
And...would you need colour to be truly happy?

Your score is (3.72, -1.75)!

So I'm more wholesome than edgy, and a little danker than a normie. About what I expected, to be honest.

And salutations! :)

Thanks! :D

I've got an some ideas, thank you for the warm welcome :)

Thank you, King.

Much appreciated ^-^

This is probably the worst way to introduce myself, but I personally really liked Ready Player One. Poor idea, great execution, if that makes any sense. The ending, however, was about as abrupt and poetic as a seven-year-old's original One Direction fanfiction.

Aw, thank you! :)

Hi! I like writing, reading, and CYOAs, so this should be fun. It's nice to mmet you!

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That's it.