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For those with a firm interest in botany, it would probably be wise to move on from floating in Primal Chaos to the '''Primordial Forest of Chaos'''. That is, if you can find it through the miasma. A forest in its own right and classed as part of the [[Chaos Plane]], the Primordial Forest bears life to strangely-coloured species of ferns, quite different to those on the [[Prime Material Plane]]. It is also the home of a tribe of stickpeople, formed from Primal Chaos and Primordial Green. As a precaution, do not aggravate them because the stickpeople are known to be violent when approached.

'''Confusia''', a place where streets repeat and they sell cheese by the load. And it's good cheese too. With a mayor called Fred, Confusia is as its name suggests - confusing. From the '''Avenue of Misunderstanding''' to '''Misinterpretation Street''', '''Addled Avenue''' to '''Rocky Road''', '''Golden Apple Highway''' and '''Offbeat Path''', Confusia is a never-ending trip that will confound you. Literally a tourist trap, one can lose oneself and easily blend in with the locals.

Note that the locals consist of polka-dotted turtles, toady bellhops, Cheshire Cats that vanish with a smile, living ideograms, overweight blue hares, a humanoid poodle, animated dirty sheets, hairy men, a few rather clueless people and the Puffboy, who has a particularly bouncy body.

If you are looking to stay in Confusia for a while, take a trip to '''Hotel Confusia'''. You don't need to book a room, and there's always vacancies. Julie the Receptionist will be glad to greet you to what may seem like an eternity here. Don't forget to say hello to a couple of longstanding guests, Mr and Mrs Gawainson. It's almost as if they've been here forever.

Most of the pen-pushing office workers are busy unless you have the correct form at hand. For a break from bureaucracy, if your head is going to explode with it, there's always Todd the janitor for a shoulder to cry upon.