Sahara-Fang

RULES ● NEWS ● JOINING ● LORE ● FAQ ● EARNING ● CLINIC ● SHOP ● SCAVENGE The Scientist spit into her palm before smacking it against the spit-greased hand of The Chemist, shaking it firmly. “Deal.” She said with a nod and a smile. The Chemist didn’t return her enthusiasm, “We’re only workin’ together until we fix this. After we’re all done, I don’t want to see you ever again.” “Okay!” The Scientist laughed, “Whatever you want, sugarcube!” The Shopkeeper rolled into the kitchen, the wheels on their chair getting caught on the newly water warped wooden floor. The Scientist and The Chemist sat together at the table in the center of the room, mulling over piles of tattered paper. “So, what’re you two working on?” The Shopkeeper dug around in a cabinet as they asked, pulling out a box of chicken-flavor crackers, “I haven’t seen you two work like this in years.” “Tryna find out what these Plague Dogs are and why they’re makin’ people sick.” The Scientist sighed, shifting to rest

Hey everyone, maybe some have seen this coming but we decided to release an official statement that afterall, this group will be closing. Nova has been a passion project of mine for ages and I'm proud for all it has accomplished, but the drive is just out of the project. I will not be looking into something like a new mods or letting other people take over. The group is hereby officially closed and has ended, we thank you for joining us on our voyage and we wish you many voyages into new ventures after this.