Of Many Minds

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Using this first post to keep track of general data relating to my story/as an easy way for anyone who is new to the story to catch up. Maybe I'll post a recap log here if this gets long enough. 

Anyway: A couple ground rules 
1. During this session only one of the four players will be posting here. You will hear about the others, but they will not appear directly. 
2. You are welcome to participate in one of two ways. You can respond to the posting players calls for help and advice (and BOY is he gonna need it) OR you may give me (OCC suggestions for plot) <----- Please use that format to do so to avoid confusion as to which action you are contributing to. 
3. I do however have a pretty good portion of this plot previously worked out, so be warned I may ignore your thoughts on the matter. If I do take an idea from you all, I will do my best to credit it to you. 
4. I will update when I can. I'm a grad student and my time is limited. But telling stories is important to me, so I will make this somewhat of a priority. 

Players 

Name: Mark Chutters 
Mythos: Mage of Mind
Strife: Stick Kind: Good for sticky situations. Bad for things that need a point. 
Sylladex: Dictionary Modus: Lots of storage space and well organized. Big and heavy and you need to look up anything that you want to find and this takes some time.  

Land of Carrion and Haunts: A dark planet littered with bones and the decomposing corpses of some giant beasts. There are a variety of run down houses all over the place that seem pretty creepy. Populated by crows who very much enjoy ghost stories and chess. Many of the puzzles are based on tactical games. 

First Prototyping: A couch Cushion: Underlings now smother people 
Second Prototyping: Smothered dog-- DogPlushSprite is quite friendly and likes to snuggle  


Name: Patsy Creedo 
Mythos:
Witch of Time 
Strife
: Crystal Kind: She really is just hitting people over the head with rocks...
Sylladex: Research Modus: You must read through 30 pages of information about an item before retrieving it. Patsy is really into this and thinks it is the best.  



First Prototyping: A book of stories by HP Lovecraft: Underlings now have tentacles and are causing corruption in close battle  

Second Prototyping:

Land:

Name: Amelia Prim

Mythos:
Knight of Light 
Strife
: Sword Kind 
Sylladex: Litter Box Modus: Pretty easy to use and also serves as a home for Amelia's three cats. Major downside is anything put inside will probably get peed on by the cats....or worse.



Land: 

First Prototyping:

Second Prototyping:


Name:

Mythos:
Page of Space
Strife
: Shield Kind: (Will this be helpful? I guess we may see sometime in the future) 
Sylladex: Charm Bracelet Modus: Can only carry up to seven items, but is pretty user friendly. Has the disadvantage of turning items into charms on a bracelet that can be stolen even if they have been placed inside.



Land: 

First Prototyping:

Second Prototyping:

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Hello everyone who may be reading this. My name is Mark Chutters and I am a first time player. I have just recently made it through my first gate (Which was harrowing as I suppose you all know by now), and took a break to read through the Glitch FAQ a bit (I have finished it, so I am pretty sure I am missing a lot of information on what I'm doing/why is that guide missing chapters?)


Anyway in reading through the beginning of the aforementioned FAQ, I noticed a few things that were different about my session than what was being described there. So I thought I would post on here to see if anyone had any idea on what the heck was going on.


The first and most immediate oddity is a person who started messaging me about a year ago from the chumhandle GuidingLight. She refers to herself as AltA, but won't tell me exactly what that means other than "It is my name in relation to your F*CKING position", which I do not get at all. Regardless we made friends via chatting (in retrospect she sort of seemed to know about my interests before I told her) and after a little while she sent me a four electronic copies of Sever and Client files for Sburb and told me I would have to play this game. She didn't tell me much about the game other than I would have to play it eventually and that my game would be something called a "Corrective F*CKING Session", in order to fix a major problem in the universe. She also told me that this problem is entirely my F*CKING fault, but not based on any action I have ever taken or ever will take. Which makes no sense but is something she says a lot. (Apparently her talking to me to begin with was also my F*CKING fault, but again not based on any action i have ever taken or will take). She instructed me to start playing the game using my friend Patsy as my server three days before my birthday, which she claimed was a requirement for my "Corrective F*CKING Session". This leads me to the other weird thing about my experience.


From what I've read, the entry process with all the weird machines and crap is supposed to be hectic, stressful and come down to the last second/kill people attempting it. This was not what happened to me at all. When Patsy opened up the weird cylinder thing (Cruxsomething?) the time displayed on it gave me 4,680 minutes to get this crap done. I managed to prototype a pillow cushion and deal create the entry item in about 30 leisurely minutes. My entry object was a little floating ball, that looked a lot like the planet earth in miniature. All I had to do was touch it and BAM I was in the Land of Carrion and Haunts (LOCAH). Is there some significance to the entry object that I'm missing? 

Once I got to my planet there were some brief difficulties revolving around first getting Patsy to build things in a way that a human being could use (as opposed to what I don't know. I love Patsy but she's a little weird), getting patsy to help me fight off imps in a useful manner (For some reason she thought grabbing a dildo with the cursor and smacking around an imp would be helpful), and my dog getting smothered by an imp (because despite how harmless a couch cushion seems it really just seems to have made my enemies capable of smothering people). I did the second prototyping with my dog giving me DogPlushSprite who is wonderful other than talking in baby-talk and calling itself my "Snugglemonster Guide". On a related note maybe there should be a FAQ about how to treat your pets prior to prototyping them? Not that anyone could reasonably be able to expect this situation. 

Long story short I made it through my gate and met a bunch of weird...crow? things? Who told me I was a Mage of Mind and that my friends who would be joining me were in order: The Witch of Time, the Knight of Light and the Page of Space. Then I took some time to read the FAQ, found a link to these forums and decided to shoot a few questions into the void and see if it helps with anything. Apparently Patsy is now connected with my our mutual friend Amelia who with her annoying stoner boyfriend is setting stuff up for entry. They have over 24 hours so I'm not super worries about all that.  

1. Who the hell is this AltA person, how did they get this game and should I be wary of their advice? Also does anyone know what a "Corrective Session" is? 
2. Is there a problem with starting this thing early? The time on the cruxthingy seemed to imply that something big is going to go down on my birthday. I'm guessing that is a whole bunch of metors. Can I prevent this somehow? 
3. So I'm a Mage of Mind? What the heck does that even mean? I'm supposed to be cryptic about people's choices? I've been beating up Imps with a Stick than I combined with some bones and my oven for BurnBone Staff, but is there some more efficient way of doing things that I'm missing?
4. Anything I should look out for based on my co-players titles?  

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Oh my GOD. Why in fifty-fucks would you ever prototype a book of short stories by H.P. Lovecraft?! Why Patsy? WHY?!

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((Not making a new account for this character. I'll use another color text. I'm sure anyone who reads it can figure out this is not Mark) 



Alright you F*tards, it's time to get real. And by real I mean I'm gonna do this as a veteran player and skip any sort of explanation. So if you are new to this whole BS thing and don't get what I'm saying that STFU and try not to die. It'll make sense eventually. Or it won't. Whatever the F*ck, I don't give a shit. 

THE ONLY RULE: DON'T ANY OF YOU F*CKING IDIOTS TELL MARK TO STOP LISTENING TO ME. I am literally the Queen of Derse in my session and the Former Black Queen is my Slave. I have a Maid of Void, a Dame of Flow and a Sylph of Heart to back me up and if it is possible in the multi-verse to find you, we will and we will END you. 


I'm not totally unreasonable so I'll tell you why this is so F*CKING IMPORTANT. Please don't F*CKING tell Mark about this shit for reasons that will soon be F*CKING obvious. In case you were wondering NO MARK CAN'T F*CKING SEE THIS POST. Why? Cause I have a F*CKING God Tier Maid of F*CKING Void working with me on this shit. That's why. 

As some of you may have guessed I am Alternate Amelia. The third player in Mark's session from another timeline. OUR session got f*cked up before I even got to play as which as you all know means we were never meant to play hence not having a player who is either Time or F*CKING Space.


The reason my session was so F*CKED (other than the whole time space F*CKING continuum being a F*CKING little bitch) was MY version of Mark was clinically depressed. So fucking clinically depressed that he let an Alt version of himself talk him into committing suicide during the entry process and not prototyping a damn thing before doing so. His Entry item was a suicide note that activated when his friends went over to his apartment to check on him. And then BAM. Four new players stuck on a F*CKING dead planet with no server. We did the ONLY F*CKING logical thing and prototyped our sad friend's corpse. We then built a F*CKING tower the old F*CKING fashioned way (by F*CKING hand) and figured shit out. I'll save you the long story but we used a lot of dreamself F*CKING BS, got to God Tier and managed to create a living situation where no one is actively trying to kill us. Not that this F*CKING session is going anywhere, but its the best we could F*CKING do considering our first player was a F*CKING Bard of Mind, who through some F*CKING twisted sburb logic served the purpose of destroying most of the choices we could have had in this session. 


Any F*CKING way, the important part of this story is the dude who F*CKING anti-therapized my version of Mark into having a noose-party. Some of you may have already come across or heard of that F*CKING dick's crap. Ever get shunted into a session where everyone killed themselves? Or the game is halfway done but the players vanished and the F*CKING consorts and shit have no F*CKING idea what happened? Yeah, that was F*CKING him. Apparently in another timeline Mark was the Thief of Mind and a lot more F*CKING murderous. Some F*CKING how he screwed up his own session and decided that if he didn't get to win then nobody F*CKING should. Cause all of the Marks are kind of F*CKING self-centered. Any way he took his F*CKING equally crazy party of friends (A Scout of Time, a Waste of Doom and a F*CKING Witch of Heart) and somehow F*CKING exploited that scratch shit to let him go on a murder storm in other timelines, basically spreading his F*CKING doomed status as far as he F*CKING could. 


And that's F*CKING why me and my gang are making Mark do his F*CKING session this way. HIS F*CKING party is gonna be ready for AltTheirMurderMark and Their Party when they come a F*CKING knocking. And then they are gonna F*CKING kill the doom spreading bastards. And then I guess they'll join all the rest of you F*CKING guys going through endless F*CKING replay. And more F*CKING importantly maybe my F*CKING voided session will finally actually be allowed to end. I can't keep track of the time we've been here (Cause no fucking sun/moon/anything), but I'm pretty F*CKING sure we've all been alive a lot longer than F*CKING humans should F*CKING be. 


Long story short, you F*CKS can give Mark any F*CKING advice you think will help him. But don't F*CKING screw up my plans. If he asks, you F*CKING think I am the best F*CKING source of F*CKING information he could ever F*CKING find. Which is true by the way as being a God-Tier Guide of Light for however F*CKING long as I have been makes you pretty F*CKING good at giving advice.