LORE
This story takes place in the lands of Carcinisnation, a world which is spread over the shell of a cosmic crab.
Orgon City was founded around 100 years ago when settler John Orgon became fascinated with a strange mineral found exclusively in this coastline strip. Right where the ocean meets land, some strange rocks where forming, seemingly balanced between a liquid and a solid. Impossible to fully stabilize - yet impossible to sway either way.
John Orgon would set up a massive mining operation to extract this substance, which he had humbly dubbed "Orgonite". Strangely, as soon as he had given Orgonite its name, Orgonite became a not only consensually accepted name for it, but the name became obvious and natural for the substance; even those who had not yet encountered Orgonite knew that its name was Orgonite.
Orgonite seemed to have the power of increasing the power of perception. Although not in the sense of making one more perceptive, but rather that in perceiving something a greater power than usual would be exercised. Your impression of something, your ideas, your memories of something, come to influence the nature of said something. The concentrated Orgonite created a rift between Orgon City and the rest of the lands. Other towns wanted nothing to do with the metaphysical powers of the Orgonite citizens, and the people of Orgon would gladly leave the "backwater retrogrades" behind. Interestingly, as the Orgonite people saw neighboring areas as less developed, their perception was proven correct by the power of Orgonite, and indeed the technological developments of neighboring cities was strangely regressing.
The City of Orgon went on to develop an economic structure based on laissez-faire capitalism (though it was pronounced "Laser-fraiser"), as literally anything else became impossible. Truly the economic structure of Minecraft could only meaningfully be achieved when the individual was factually strong enough to alter reality through perception. But a society needs consensus to hold onto its own ontology, which became increasingly difficult as citizens would inadvertently exercise their subjectivism on the world around them.
The city of Orgon fell into somewhat of a decline. Writing, photos, videos and records became scarce, rare and mostly useless - as they would keep changing retroactively, as the people would misremember or misinterpret things, which in turn would force the records to adapt to their perception. Science, municipal projects, law enforcement et cetera became impossible. Orgon would flourish as long as the power of Orgonite could compensate for the lack of structure - social security would never be needed as long as basic needs could be met with pure idealism. Time mached on. Orgonite was no longer as potent as it was when John Orgon discovered it.
Orgon City was becoming unstable. It needed a miracle.
It was at this point that a funky angel from a different world enters the stage. Lina, "the HOYL,", from her vantage point of being the least likely rung on the ladder of chance, had seen and taken pity on the city. As she herself existed on fringe ontology, a form of superposition with her more frequently existing sisters, she felt an attraction to the people for whom absence of perception meant extinction.
Thus Lina became the patron saint of Orgon. Using her mystical and un-figurable powers bestowed upon her as "the HOYL", she would reinforce the power of Orgonite at the same rate as the power of Orgonite naturally waned. However, using her powers like this was taking its toll on Lina, and in her weakened state, on one fateful day, misfortune would strike like lightning.
And The Orgonite Case Would Begin...
Goblin-Goblin Noré had been at the scene of the crime, at the time of the crime, with a gun in his hand. He knew that if word got out, he would be convicted as the first and the last criminal of Orgon. He needed help. As the concept of a "Police" was unheard-of in Orgon, he had no idea what kind of help he actually needed, nor (if said "Police" had been a concept heard of in Orgon) if such a "Police" would even help him then.
He had a feeling he needed something to do with "law", and preferably someone who had a gun. A faint memory from year ago floated to the top of his cognitive soup. Who were those guys? Law-Gun? "Ah ye", he thought, "those will do".....