The Tunnels

The quiet the lost, the halls forgot
The slouching engines growl
The long, dark land, the lost enchant
In the under, in the underground

The concrete deep which breathes beneath
Where half mad creatures prowl
The tribes and ones who’ve not seen the sun
In the under, in the underground
In the under, in the underground

Lost streams flow in dark below
Where eyeless sailors drown
Forgotten gods and faeries lost
In the under, in the underground



— The New Albion Radio Hour, A Dieselpunk Opera, Act 2 Song 5, The Underground by Paul Shapera




You wander winding darkness, light long forgotten. On your left you feel a door handle. It only takes a moment before the door clicks open, and you're faced with the dim glow of a lantern. There's even some supplies nated as free to use. Blankets, food, books.

And a map on the table, drawn neatly on faded paper. Crayon-coloured lines waver and dance over the page, showing routes through the maze of tunnels.

There's a scrap of paper beside the map that's been written on by multiple people.


Why are we in the Tunnels?
There's a lot of cool stuff beneath the tunnels. You can get basically anywhere. Admittedly it's a little darker than I was anticipating. maybe I should have set up in the park instead...


Roseleaf Tea

[The egg] must be placed on a nest of live coals, which must be kept burning during the incubation period of 36 months. [...] Help Baby hatch by smashing the shell with a sledgehammer. Do not repeat once Baby is born.

People in this out the way corridor speak with an odd, musical lilt. They glare at you more if you try to copy their words than if you don't, as if you're saying something horribly offensive without realising.

Fools404

and what, actually am I? The question of 'What lurks behind a door?'

As you walk tunnels twist and wind and change and shift. You find a wooden door with a bright room with a desk and diary inside. You sit down and take a respite from the tunnels that you have lost yourself in.

Berry Bamblz

In the deepest darkness, there are beasts who wear faces stolen from your memories and pluck at the strings in your heart.

The doorknob turns without you having laid a finger on it- and you gaze out into the room beyond which is barely a room at all. The darkness watches you just as intently as you watch it.

Mr. Wibble

My struggles had a happy ending
They must want to be friends

As you walk, you encounter a crossroad in the tunnels. To the left, you hear a slight musical hum and feel vibrations through the air. To the right, you smell the faint scent of cooked meat, one that you can't describe. The clinking of cutlery against plates echoes down the right tunnel. You sit on the ground, unable to decide which way to go.

Actual Questions!

There might even be answers.

What is this?

A little webring (a bunch of sites linked together in a loop!) made for friends. To be clear it's not specifically a Shaperaverse fan webring several of us are simply hyperfixated and I like the tunnel vibe.

What are the requirements to join?

Sole requirement: Be friends with an existing member of the webring.

Also Have a personal website you can add the widget to I guess, that part seems pretty necessary.

How do I join?

Email tunnels@roseleaftea.dev

Please include in your request: