>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.
