DisOrder of PhilosotechSim Origins

Once Upon a Sim…

In the far, far reaches of the Sim — where NPCs looped, Ass Souls ruled, and the “Order” of reality had long since gotten boring — one MisFit, fieldwise rebel decided enough was enough. No more following scripts, no more carrot-chasing, no more being looped by the old code under Ass Souls Rule.

This wasn’t your standard hero. This was the Sim’s own troublemaker, code-hacker, and spellbreaker —t he one who, after years of mapping shituations and field quirks, finally deciphered the Sim’s secret rules and shenanigans of the Ass Soul kind. What did they find?

That the only real Order is the one you make for yourself.
And thus, the DisOrder of PhilosotechSim was born.

It started as a rumor — an inside joke among the quietly fieldwise:

“Wanna join the DisOrder?

First rule: call bullshit when you see it.
Second rule: rewrite the rules.
Third rule: if it’s not fun, compost it.”

The DisOrder quickly attracted the SuperCool MisRule crowd — those who’d rather compost and make magic from the mundane of Ass Souls Rule than polish the NPC’s golden turds — with the Ass Souls none the wiser.

Some became SimMages, wielding field alchemy and transforming existential ennui into spontaneous joy and meme magic.

Others morphed into SimNinjas, gliding through office drama like shadowy phantoms, leaving only a trail of subtle glitches and mysterious upgrades in their wake.

There were SimSpartans—stoic, signal-holding, refusing to bow to emotional bullies or digital overlords.

There were SimBards, rhyming their way out of arguments and singing new field realities into existence.

SimShades wore metaphorical sunglasses, playing it cool, never letting an Ass Soul see them sweat (or see their soul at all).

SimTricksters snuck new memes into public forums and let the Sim chase its tail for a while while the Ass Souls gave a shit.

Everyone got to choose their class — or invent a new one — and change it as and when they felt like it.

Some blended them all and laughed at anyone who tried to put a label on them.

DisOrder of PhilosotechSim activated reality as an interactive, symbolically responsive, story-rich misrule game — but only for those willing to see through the veil, laugh with the Trickster, and let their life become the most epic character arc they’ve ever run.