(Transcript of speech, ex tempore)
Hey. Welcome incoming students to Praetorian Academy, Shard 6. Goddamn. Y'all really signed up for this.
Sorry. I should be more encouraging.
Hello. My name is Fireeater Black. I'm swapped in to give you an orientation speech because Ekaterina is doing some sort of complicated time loop thing because a different upperclassman, the Golden Dragon God, is trying to kill her.
Anyway, what are the important points that we gotta hit? This is a school. You're selected from the wildest corners of the multiverse. There's a multiverse, if you didn't know.
Each year, up to ten students graduate. There's like, ten thousand of you, so you see the incentive to thin the competition. Anyone who graduates is instantly made into a god, a serious power on the multiversal stage. Most fourth-years are already small gods.
Our senior class actually only has four students in it right now, and they're trying to kill each other anyway. Old grudges.
Praetorian is a meat grinder searching for the absolute smartest, most determined, tenacious, ruthless, creative, lucky motherfuckers. You're freshmen, so I'm not going to learn your names or get attached.
Oh, rules. Don't do violence in class. Or in the library. You technically can do violence at mealtimes and in the med bay, but my year successfully did a coalition to prevent it, in that we all agree to kill a motherfucker if they stab you at lunch. Come on, people. We don't have much civilization left and this environment is making us insane, we absolutely need any shred of peace we can claw back.
If you die here, you don't die for real. Some of you are taking that as reassuring. No. It's worse. I'm saying it's worse. You're bound indefinitely into service of the school and the magical infrastructure. Or something. I think the school sometimes loans you out to clients to do tasks for them.
Upperclassmen can't attack you, or help you at all, unless you attack them first. You can do that if you want. But it's been a couple years since an underclassman has successfully killed an upperclassman.
Should I give you advice? Man, what the fuck do I know. You don't technically have to go to any classes. You really should, unless it's the rare case where something about how you work means it's not the best use of your time. We had one guy whose deal was harvesting knowledge from his roommates' unconscious minds, so, naturally he attempted to build some psi-amp and extend his reach over the entire campus and trap everyone in a perpetual harvest state. We put him down, obviously.
Or maybe you're a sex wizard and you can literally actually fuck your way to godhood. We have sex rooms out past the gym. You can't do violence inside them. That restriction actually affords you
so little protection, by the way.
The course catalog is available over there; you should sign up for courses. You can take up to seven courses per day. This will drive you insane quickly, though.
There's seven timeblocks per day and another three in the night. Those are game abstractions, for those of you in a narrative class—and everything not done in a timeblock is handled in "elastic time". For everyone in mechanical reality, those blocks are about two hours each, and the days are still about twenty-four hours long. It all ends up coherent, don't worry, and it goes a little better if you don't track the minute and hour too hard.
Not every course is taught at every time, but all the entry-level stuff is. Oh, also, the school has some sort of, like, overclocked learning field that's pumping us full of divinity. So you'll learn stuff faster than you ever possibly could. You can learn, like, a lifetime's worth of stuff in, a month maybe? Maybe faster, depending on your aptitudes.
Everyone who chose this is crazy somehow. You're here because there's something you need. Because there is something more important than life itself, that—you have some sort of purpose driving you. For me, it's trying to save my homeworld. Old world technology has gone berserk and our world is being covered in toxic spores. Until I came here, I didn't realize that was — kinda standard? Like, everyone just nods when I tell them. "Oh yeah, makes sense." Or maybe you're in it because you're seeking a perfected ascension to the heaven realm, or you're the champion tribute from your hive planet who's been training your whole life for this, or because your planet has fallen to psychic science spiders who eat consciousness itself and you want to fix that. Maybe you're just suicidally overconfident. Whatever.
Y'all are here in shard 6. There's a bunch of different, like, mirrored pocket universe campuses, as something of a stopgap to prevent any hyperpredator student from annihilating the entire student body. That's not to say that it can't happen. Like, small comfort when, you and everyone else in your shard are still murdered by somebody, but then to kill anyone else, they'd have to travel to a new shard, and that's, you know, mildly hard. Right?
You're gonna have assigned dormitory mates. You should know that—either because the overwhelming majority of people across the multiverse are kinda shit, or because the people who are willing to come here in the hopes of ascending to godhood are kind of sociopathic or megalomaniacal—you should know your roommates are probably gonna be the fucking worst. Also, until you modify the dorms, the dorms are gonna be the fucking worst. You're gonna need to figure out as soon as you can whether you can get along with your roommates. That's gonna be very important, very quick.
Fuck.
There's probably a better way to say all this. Your roommate assignments are just on that wall over there.
Uh. Questions?