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Rumor / Community Lore
This article contains lore created collaboratively by the Blaseball community. It is just one of many Rumors that we've found in the Interdimensional Rumor Mill. You can find more Rumors about Pandemonium Artists at their Rumor Registry.

Origins

You know the phrase "I'll sleep when I'm dead"?

That's the Pandemonium Artists, every last one. Now here they are in the underworld, and they still can't rest. Their spirits are driven by a need to continue creating. They constantly take on new works and commissions, fueled by coffee and a drive to spite anyone who says they can't do it.

This drive has allowed them to rise above the other spirits of Pandemonium and find something like life, but only as long as they keep creating. Every bat, ball, locker room, and dugout the artists enter is covered in a thick layer of graffiti to confirm they are still kicking.

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 === Origins ===
-The Pandemonium Artists is a collective of creative freelancers based in the city of Pandemonium. They play blaseball between art gigs in whatever space is close to their current community job large enough to facilitate play.
+You know the phrase "I'll sleep when I'm dead"?
-The Artists often collaborate as muralists, taking on challenging and gigantic art jobs all over Pandemonium and beyond - and take advantage of the doors this opens to play in some of the cities most exclusive spaces amongst themselves. With a team of over 30 artists, they regularly shift and rotate positions and give everyone a chance to play.
+That's the Pandemonium Artists, every last one. Now here they are in the underworld, and they still can't rest. Their spirits are driven by a need to continue creating. They constantly take on new works and commissions, fueled by coffee and a drive to spite anyone who says they can't do it.
+This drive has allowed them to rise above the other spirits of Pandemonium and find something like life, but only as long as they keep creating. Every bat, ball, locker room, and dugout the artists enter is covered in a thick layer of graffiti to confirm they are still kicking.