Welcome to L.A.M.P.
What is L.A.M.P.?L.A.M.P. is unlike anything you'll ever come across. In one of the strangest universes designed in the Writer's Dimension, L.A.M.P. is a world of nothingness. A void stretches for eternity, the inky blackness enveloping anything and everything. In this void lives countless moths of extreme sizes. These moths are home to civilisations of humans, all surviving by building their heavily armed settlements hidden in the furry coats of their winged insect vehicles, constantly at conflict with others of their kind. These are the only creatures to live in this void.
Humans are considered the rulers of L.A.M.P. despite their reliance on moths for their survival. Humans live on the backs of these giant moths, forming giant, sprawling civilisations on the insects. Humanity is constantly at war with each other, and their advances in science and technology are more concerned with military equipment over everything else.
The longer humans live, the perpetually angrier they get. Nobody knows what causes their emotions, but their ruthless attitudes have caused the downfall of countless cities and other human settlements aboard their moths. Anything humans discover in space; stars, celestial objects, moths, they will use it to further advance their civilisation and destroy others.
The countless moth species are the largest creatures you'll find in L.A.M.P., fluttering around the empty void, scooping up stardust with their probosci as they congregate around the seldom stars. These moths come in all shapes and sizes, ranging from just a few hundred feet wingspan to wingspans in the parsecs.
The fluffy coats of moths provide safe havens for humans. The dust that the moths produce protect these vulnerable creatures from radiation, turbulence, space debris, among others. Human settlements can be found nestled within these coats, built from magical stores of manipulative energy that can be processed into any material in the universe.
ARM THE CANNONS!
Sir, they're approaching real fast. We must retreat!
No, we cannot retreat. If we retreat, we become a laughingstock. I cannot let that happen. Now. FIRE!
Wow, I've never seen that moth before! Is it a new species?
Let's kill it.
With humans, conflicts are frequent, messy, and devastating. These particular conflicts occur between rivalling settlements on opposing moths.
When one side wins a conflict, they will loot the entirety of the other civilisation's ruins. If the side with a smaller moth wins, they will migrate to the other, claiming it as their own.