01/24/22
I was there when the city of Infinity was founded amidst the frost.
It was nothing special at first: just another theocracy built upon the worship of a particular goddess from the pantheon.
But then they came.
And they came.
And they came again.
The Takeshi dynasty, having spent many generations as nomads, took the opportunity of a fledgling city to finally establish a permanent home.
Authors, artists, and the general depraved public gathered daily in the town square to hear the decrees of their goddess, and respond with a unison cry of "SEX!"
The raw sexual passion of the citizens made for an effective deterrent against hostile foreigners, such as those who came to slander the goddess' name.
At its heart, the people's greatest accomplishment was constructed: the Grand Archive. The works of the scholars, scribes, and chroniclers, immortalised.
Refugees began to arrive from other cities of the Hololive Empire, particularly from the neighbouring city of /uuu/. Many had been exiled for crimes of lust, and followed the impassioned screaming through the snow to find a new home amid folks more welcoming of such dispositions.
Some think of Infinity as an embassy of /horny/ or /wg/, others as a rival to them. Both are entirely unrelated, and generally disapprove of being associated with this snowbound haven for the lecherous.
Of course, every city has its golden age, and it never lasts forever. Time brings change. Time brings decay. The early accepting culture did eventually transition into a hierarchical system.
As messages from the goddess grew infrequent, the authors and artists became her proxies and thus the city's more direct focus. The people looked to them for guidance. Their contributions to the Archive had earned them praise that some believed belonged to the goddess.
Today, an underground war wages between the various rich families of Infinity as they compete for the goddess' attention with coin. The offshoot cult that once sought to transcend the flesh to become clockwork servants of Kronii has been reduced to a mere few who rarely show their heads. All but one of the authors have lost most of their will to write, and the sole survivor has developed a dubious correspondence with a mad artist from the far continent of Twitter. The Archive has been partially repurposed into a Hall of Heroes for the author-priests, lined with falsified artistic depictions of them as feminine beauties.
The people of Infinity no longer know whether to worship or vilify their own goddess. Insane roadside prophets can regularly be seen, some declaring their unwavering faith, others their undying hatred. A few manage to express both at once.
Welcome to Infinity. Stay out of trouble, timeloops, and the Discord (a secret society of the wealthy and famed that may or may not even exist), and you should be fine.
The Kroniissiah is a fickle goddess. Distant, neglectful. The megacity of Infinity struggled with apostasy, Kronies taking to the streets to decry their oshi's laziness, the squandering of her potential. The religious leaders of Infinity needed a way to bring the peace back, before the whole city fell into disarray.
They had found their answer in everything but the Kroniissiah. The high priests proclaimed the goddess was a cuckquean, that she found pleasure in her followers being with others, and commissioned great works from the named writers in their employ. Thus began a flood of lewd and lusty holy texts portraying fornication with other Holos, which they believed pleased their oshi.
Soon even the anonymous writers began such works. No Holo was safe, and even some heretical deities from other pantheons were depicted. This created fiction with some other nations, chief among the Saplings of UUU. But all in all, this event stabilized the church's power, and ushered in what many consider to be a golden age.
All things come to an end. Soon the writers ran out of Holos to write. Cuckquean had began to run its course. Kronies had began to publically speak out against the Kroniissiah. Perhaps most infamous of them was one who was dubbed Potentialschizo. He not only criticized the Kroniisiah herself, but the method of worship the Kronies had come to accept. He would say, every day in town square, how socializing with one another by name went against the ancient history of our ancestors on 4chan. He would accuse the writers, and the archivists, and the regular worshippers of Discordfaggotry, a crime of the highest order.
But where most saw a dissident, some saw an opportunity.
Over time the Kronies came to bite back at Potentialschizo, declaring that they loved him and dubbing him P-chan. Though it greatly confused and offended the rebel, he would come back emboldened. He wod continue his work, but so would the Kronies. They accused him of being a woman, and he admitted to being quite feminine, only adding to the Kronie's power over him. Soon he was sharing details of his own life between his public hearings. Soon he was allowing the Kronies to call him cute. Within time he stopped his rambling about socializing, instead focusing on minimizing off topic behavior. But as it is, it would appear Infinity's greatest detractor had fallen into the same trap of namefagging and socializing that he warned others against.
P-chan was eventually instrumental in a great schism in Infinity, but not in the way he had intended or even expected.
A heretical artist, whom this scribe will leave unnamed, created a depiction of P-chan as a short, feminine young man. The Kronies began praying to this false idol, in no small part thanks to P-chan's own aversion to how accurate he claimed it to be. The artist began to create avatars of known fanartists, writers, and archivists, creating his own pantheon of false gods and goddesses.
The worship of the Kroniisiah has declined. The Kronies have grown entitled, forgetting the Horrors of October, demanding more from their oshi. Perhaps her new attire was the final straw. Now they worship these false idols, proclaiming their hatred for the Kroniisiah, and I am sure they've damned us all. This scribe knows not where this story ends, but he prays still, in secret, to the Kroniissiah to crush the idolaters beneath her heel.