Announced · 2,222 on the Robinhood Chain

2,222 ghosts.
Nobody put them there.

One to a block, in the gap at the end where the last thing didn't quite fit. Ask for a number between 1 and 2,222 and that one turns up, drawn while you wait. Ask again tomorrow on a different machine and you'll get it back, down to the byte. There's no folder of pictures behind this — only the number, and what it does to the engine.

Summon one Play The Descent Claim

#19 the face of the collection

Playable now · nothing to connect

Take them down a hole.

Ten floors to a dungeon, and the only light is whatever your ghost happens to be giving off. Things live down there and they want the space back. Walk into one to hit it; that part's free. Walking anywhere else costs you, and when it runs out the dark comes in from the edges.

Twelve of them get drawn from your wallet, so your dungeon isn't anybody else's.

Go down Where they came from

Past the sixth floor

There's a guaranteed mint
down there somewhere.

Not a form. Not a follow. Not a raffle you enter and then wait three weeks to lose. A Warrant is an object, it's lying on a floor, and whoever picks it up has one.

Two ways one turns up: a deep chest carries one for about one run in a hundred, and every Null guarding a way out has a one-in-twenty on it. Sign once when you surface and the wallet goes on the list — the only part that touches a chain, because unlike everything else here a mint spot is worth lying about.

Go and find one

One number, one ghost

Give it a number.
It gives you the same thing every time.

The number gets hashed ten times, once per trait category. Ten hashes, ten decisions, and the ghost falls out the other end. Ask for #1788 on a different machine next year and the same one walks back out.

Try a number

Six ghosts, each labelled with the number that drew it

266 of them came out wrong

Some of them
didn't finish drawing.

Six ways it can go. One goes see-through, one comes out inside-out, one drags sideways halfway through and keeps going. Eight of them have no body at all — an outline, two eyes, and an opinion about it.

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