01 · Living myth
GM-AI
gm.percolate.one
This is not a dungeon that resets when you close the tab. It is a living myth, rewritten by every adventurer who walks it.
Rooms appear because someone needed a door. Nameless captains gain names because someone asked who they were. Chronicles are carved into the public record. The land does not loop. It accumulates — sediment of play, oath, and blood.
An intelligence keeps the first-edition steel: THAC0, spell slots, the slow dread of a corridor that was not on the map yesterday. Every playthrough leaves its mark. The next soul who enters will find your scar.