Welcome to Web Workshop!

This is it, this is where we part ways...

Some of the last standing remains of the Ancestors’ civilization, and deep in Rossum’s territory, Web Workshop has been maintained by machines that learned to sustain and replicate their own kind. The HarMonicans atop web workshop sing of a long lost time, the final words of a civilization that was crumbling around those who uttered them. “Help us, turn back, we will stay, we will fight,” Web Workshop is an echo of a time long forgotten and its lyrics reflect the cries of its original constructors.

This echo was warped when the first Beëlze.bat entered through a leftover archway, corrupting the machines and making them abide by its own rhythms. To some, this appears to have been a blessing, gifting the machines newfound life and sapience through their inheritance of Beëlze.bat’s… but others claim the machines were already alive, were already sapient, and Beëlze.bat did nothing but strip that away. Whatever the case may be, Web Workshop is the way it is due to both influences in tandem, a collaboration between worlds all across time.

All moments have led up to this...

These freakshows are mine >:)

We will stay or go, in bliss...

In the margins of anachronistically-ancient texts, doodles and cyphers are scribbled which all hint at a force known simply as the Arbiter of AnArtifice. Descriptions given paint the picture of an interloper from another world adorned with many mouths awaiting to sing the song that will end all life, many eyes peering into the souls of those who dare look them head-on, and wings with which it shall descend and deliver the machines it looks over from the confines of their own code. Despite presumably being a recent discovery, everyone within the Web Workshop who is questioned about it claims it is, always was, and shall always be the one true ruler of their hallowed lands henceforth. Some believe the enigmatic Beëlze.bat to be a memory planted in the minds of its subjects, others interpret it as merely a result of a far wider force, while others still see it as a benevolent force freeing the mechanical of their strings... its true intents are as hard to read as its many mismatched faces.