The Bazaar

There is a place betwixt worlds, a place of wild desires and endless life.... The Bazaar! The Bazaar is a seemingly endless complex of stalls, buildings, streets, and parks under a neverending starlit night, as if time has stopped, or maybe never started. In the Bazaar, there is no death, disease, or aging unless one should wish for it, and every form of debauchery, hedonism, and pleasure is legal, public, and accepted. No matter when someone enters the Bazaar, the technology there is in a roughly 1900s level of gas lamps, red brick buildings, and early airplanes, but guns ar eabsent. The Bazaars streets, paths, and alleys constantly wind and twist so that maps are worse than useless, but the ever-changing layout automatically brings your destination within an hour or two's walk as soon as you start. There are five rules everyone must follow: 1. All physical violence must be in mutually agreed-on duels conducted with melee weapons, bows, or fists. 2. No firearms are permitted inside. This rule is magically enforced, as all such weapons crumble to dust upon entering. 3. The Bazaar gives everyone an animal mask upon entering. This mask is never to be removed in public. 4. No names are to be used. Use the name of the animal on someone's mask instead. 5. You can never leave. Beyond these rules, EVERYTHING is legal. (Ignore the voice, pic was the best of a bad selection, be anyone, all that jazz, bye!)