Worldbuilder Spotlight:

It's like having your goonswaggles nazed up the whizz-bang, you know-know, me skulljanglers? It's a whole other mat and three bowls.
-'Oggi Clicks', Buzzman

They say the Dark Stones have a heartbeat, and once you've been to the Kingdom, you can never get it out of your blood. I think they're right about that. They've got one in the Cazbid market where the Buzz got started- couldn't move it, so they just built the city right up around it- and I think the heartbeat got into the people there, like some of that Ahrtempic radioactive magicrap that left in the deserts down southway after all these years. Difference being once the blood-kiddies' stuff gets into you, you burn until all that's left is a pint of ash and maybe half a pint of screams. But once you get the Buzz into you, you burn, and just keep on burning till the day you die.
That's what it is, the sounds of the market- trumpets and tinwhistles and tambourines and beaten copper drums, pattering vocals as cool as rainwater on oilcloth that flare up into whoops and catcalls at the cues of complex, nested rhythms. Bald songspinners in shaggy-feathered pants fighting alleyfulls of copper pots in whirling, half-drunk dances and somehow looking good and sounding even better as they do it. Purple-suited pipers on the rooftops playing backup for sitarists on street-corners with tophats full of coins. Fistfights at sunset, drinking till dawn, and singing all the while, popping another ivory cylinder into some old fishwife's talking machine. You're young, no matter how old you are, and the world's made of fireworks. That's what the Buzz is. And you ask me why I love it?
- Mags Surkuya, Folklorist, Musician, and Pioneer of the Cazbid Buzz