i want to hear all your myths and old stories!

[zoppaGavotte]

hi, everyone! we were talking about stories in chat yesterday and i'm really curious to hear more! so i'm going to make a thread all about these sorts of things and i will even start us all off with a story my clan mother used to tell me when i was little!

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once upon a time, there was a young child who never listened to her clan parents. "hatchling," they would tell her, "you must eat all your food, or else you will grow up weak and unable to swim!"

but she would wail and cry and say she didn't like swimming anyway.

and then they would tell her, "you must always do your lessons, or else your brain will grow weak and unable to think!"

but she would wail and cry and say she didn't like thinking anyway.

and oh, they would tell her, "my dear hatchling, my dear child, you must never stray away from us in the wild, for you are small and weak in body and brain; and a monster would doubtless eat you in a flash."

but her brain was too weak to heed them, and she wandered away from them into the nighttime, and grew lost. and her body was too weak to return to them when she realized she was scared. and a monster appeared, of most gruesome appearance; its face misshapen, with gnashing white teeth between its cut-apart red clay lips, and its eye split and shrunken into dark holes in its face, and great clawing things on the ends of it stiff arms.

the hatchling was too weak and stupid to get away-- oh, if she had just been able to think, she would have seen the pond right there, and oh, if she had just been able to swim, she could have hidden away at the bottom of it! but instead she was eaten in great snaps of the monster's teeth.

and that is why you should eat all your food, even if it makes your trunk curl; and that is why you have to do your lessons, even if they make your eye hurt and your mind wander.

[ExtropianDreamer]

Haha, I love telling stories. ;D

Back before the whole apocalyptic murder-game, I used to be a lay-priest of the Lady. Still am, technically. So I know all sorts of old myths.

Not much time to type at the moment, so I'll just copypaste one that I've got saved on my computer already. I'm pretty sure we stole it from some other religion that got absorbed into us, but it's still a good one. I also have a another, much sillier version involving bathroom tiles that tells that same story, but this one probably translates better. Not everyone necessarily had bathroom tiles, after all.

If I have time later I'll type up the one about the time the lady walked across the sky.

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There once was a huge boulder, perched precariously, on the edge of a cliff. For hundreds of years this boulder was there, rocking and swaying, but always keeping its balance just perfectly. But one year, there happened to be a great storm; severe enough it was, to topple the boulder from its majestic height and dash it to the bottom of the cliff, far far below. Needless to say, the boulder was smashed into many pieces. Where it hit, the ground was covered with a carpet of pebbles--some small and some large--but pebbles and pebbles and more pebbles for as far as you could walk in an hour.

One day, after all this, a young man by the name of Ichabod happened on the area. Being a fellow of keen mind and observational powers, naturally he was quite astounded to see so many stones scattered so closely on the ground. Now Ichabod was very much interested in the nature of things, and he spent the whole afternoon looking at pebbles, and measuring the size of pebbles, and feeling the weight of pebbles, and just pondering about pebbles in general.

He spent the night there, not wanting to lose this miraculous find, and awoke the next morning full of enthusiasm. He spent many days on his carpet of stones.

Eventually he noticed a very strange thing. There were three rather large stones on the carpet and they formed a triangle--almost (but not quite) equilateral. He was amazed. Looking further he found four very white stones that were arranged in a lopsided square. Then he saw that by disregarding one white stone and thinking of that grey stone a foot over instead, it was a perfect square! And if you chose this stone, and that stone, and that one, and that one and that one you have a pentagon as large as the triangle. And here a small hexagon. And there a square partially inside of the hexagon. And a decagon. And two triangles inter-locked. And a circle. And a smaller circle within the circle. And a triangle within that which has a red stone, a grey stone and a white stone.

Ichabod spent many hours finding many designs that became more and more complicated as his powers of observation grew with practice. Then he began to log his designs in a large leather book; and as he counted designs and described them, the pages began to fill as the sun
continued to return.

He had begun his second ledger when a friend came by. His friend was a poet and also interested in the nature of things.

"My friend," cried Ichabod, "come quickly! I have discovered the most wondrous thing in the universe." The poet hurried over to him, quite anxious to see what it was.

Ichabod showed him the carpet of stones...but the poet only laughed and said "It's nothing but scattered rocks!"

"But look," said Ichabod, "see this triangle and that square and that and that." And he proceeded to show his friend the harvest of his many days study. When the poet saw the designs he turned to the ledgers and by the time he was finished with these, he too was overwhelmed.

He began to write poetry about the marvellous designs. And as he wrote and contemplated he became sure that the designs must mean something. Such order and beauty is too monumental to be senseless. And the designs were there, Ichabod had showed him that.

The poet went back to the village and read his new poetry. And all who heard him went to the cliff to see first hand the carpet of designs. And all returned to the village to spread the word. Then as the enthusiasm grew there developed a group of those who love beauty and nature, all of whom went to live right at the Designs themselves. Together they wanted to see every design that was there.

Some wrote ledger about just triangles. Others described the circles. Others concentrated on red coloured stones--and they happened to be the first to see designs springing from outside the carpet. They, and some others, saw designs everywhere they went.

"How blind we have been," they said.

The movement grew and grew and grew. And all who could see the designs knew that they had to have been put there by a Great Force. "Nothing but a Great Force," said the philosophers, "could create this immense beauty!"

"Yes," said the world, "nothing but a god could create such magnificent order. Nothing but a God."

And that was the day that God was born. And ever since then, all men have known Him for His infinite power and all men have loved Him for His infinite wisdom.

[casualUcalegon]

[Rangoon warning]

DUnno if Ull coUnt this as a story, bUt poems are good enoUgh I bet. Pretty mUch everyone going into shipwrighting or crewing hears it a dozen times over. It's fUll of wordplay and rhymes so it'll translate weird, bUt whatever.

It doesn't soUnd old, I know, bUt remember we've been aroUnd a long time. Gotta be at least foUr hUndred sweeps or so, since we haven't Used some of the materials in that long.

It took ten thoUsand years to make U.
Ten thoUsand more to perfect.
It took ten thoUsand lives to birth U.
Ull take ten thoUsand more.

Ur mUscle was grown from chitin whales.
Harvested with the resUlts of ten thoUsand minds.
It resists force and fire both.
Its regeneration has no eqUal.

Ur skin was made from mesh and plasteel.
Forged in the heat of a planet's core.
Nothing can pierce it's shell.
It shines with the light of the Empire.

Ur teeth are cones of fire and star-meat.
That bUrn all that they toUch.
They make U the most feared of all.
None will escape Ur bite or wrath.

Ur legs are a net of nerves.
HUmming with power and strength.
Ur speed comes from their webbeasts's trap.
One more life to power U.

[zoppaGavotte]

those are both really interesting! i like the one about how people discovered the creator, that's really cool. O=~~~~

i'll try to remember some more stories, too!

[whisperedTyphoon]

Um, the one I can remember all of right now is one that isn't really my favorite. My matron liked telling it to us for some reason.


There was a small circle of just three sisters. They had once been very rich, but their Matron had died, and they had lost all their wealth. So the sisters had to work very hard to make ends meet. The youngest though was flighty and foolish, and would quickly become distracted from work by the tiniest things, and though she was pretty and got much attention, she refused to choose any of the rich bucks who tried to court her. The two older sisters began to see her as a burden on them, so they decided to kill her.
They took a large sack, and told her that the way to heaven was inside it. Happily she crawled inside, thanking her sisters sweetly for telling her. She asked them if they were coming in too, because she would be lonely in heaven without them. The middle sister hesitated, suddenly feeling guilt. "We'll follow you to heaven soon, but we have work to do for now."

The foolish sister smiled, and closed the bag behind her. "I'll wait for you then!" And she went to sleep.

As she slept, her sisters took the bag and travelled to the sea.

"Sister,"said the middle, "Let us stop and drink before we finish this terrible act."

So they left the bag by the shore, and went to a tavern.

While they were gone, the foolish sister woke up, and opened the bag. A pair of strangers walked by, a buck and his mate, and asked what she was doing. She told them that the way to heaven was in the bag, and his mate asked to go. The buck didn't, and so his mate asked the sister to stay with him and keep him from being lonely until he wanted to go to heaven too, and took the sister's place in the bag. The sister left with the buck, and she took the place of his mate.

When her sisters came back, they threw the bag into the ocean.

The foolish sister went back home with her new mate, who was a very kind, the Patron of his circle, and quite rich. She waited for her sisters dressed in the finest clothes and jewelry. When they came back, they were in shock.

"Sister, how did you get such fine things?" The oldest asked.
"When you put me in the bag to take me to heaven!" She answered. Her sisters wanted to go too, and so she put them in a bag, and tossed them into the sea.

[musicalDecay]

Once apon a time, there was a very ugly consort. It was so ugly, everyone died. The end

[dryingTracksuit]

Let me introduce: Robin Hood, as told by Kev. (Which is to say my world. I'm told it's different from what most of you have?)

<dryingTracksuit> There's an old fable where I came from.
<dryingTracksuit> Robin Hood.
<dryingTracksuit> Some dude decided it was a good idea to go steal things from rich people and distribute them to poor people.
<dryingTracksuit> It was nice, for a while, he got together a good band...
<dryingTracksuit> And then he ran out of rich people to steal from.
<dryingTracksuit> You see, he had leveled things out so completely that the ruling class threw up their hands and said "our currency is now worthless, you guys can barter while we get this bandit problem sorted out".
<dryingTracksuit> So the net effect was:
<dryingTracksuit> They had done nothing.
<dryingTracksuit> Except maybe move a bunch of pieces of metal around.
<zoppaGavotte> wait, does money work like that?
<tenaciousTheseus> Sort of
<zoppaGavotte> i thought that money was all thought anyway.
<tenaciousTheseus> Economics is really complicated
<zoppaGavotte> so if the poor people still thought it had value, it would have, right?
<dryingTracksuit> Some of the poor people sold them to scrap outlets for tools, one of them of which became a legendary carpenter. But that's another story.
<dryingTracksuit> The others... well.
<dryingTracksuit> They just kept on farming like they were supposed to because that was how they ate.
<zoppaGavotte> or if it was barter now, why couldn't robin hood steal things to barter and give them to the poor?
<dryingTracksuit> The story doesn't say anything about that.
<zoppaGavotte> then it doesn't make sense.
<tenaciousTheseus> Steal them from whom? Everyone was equal
<dryingTracksuit> ...It doesn't?
<zoppaGavotte> but if everyone was equal, it wouldn't matter anyway.
<zoppaGavotte> he'd done his job!
<dryingTracksuit> The ruling class kept their connections and their knowledge.
<dryingTracksuit> The poor people just kept their habits of spending their excess on things like beer and clothes.
<zoppaGavotte> then he should have sent the poor people to the rich people's schools/
<zoppaGavotte> and been like a clan father to them and taught them responsibility with their money!
<dryingTracksuit> Zop, I think that might've been a good idea
<tenaciousTheseus> That would be the best option, zog, but the rich people run the schools
<zoppaGavotte> and if they're giving money to the beer makers and the clothing makers, wouldn't they give the money back to the farmers for money?
<dryingTracksuit> I'm sure there's a fractured fairytale in their somewhere.
<tenaciousTheseus> They pay for the stuff to make beer and clothes
<zoppaGavotte> for food, i meant, i am typing too fast.
<dryingTracksuit> But to the memory of Robin Hood, the schools in my area all have Red Feathers Scholarships where they pick an especially promising peasant to be sent through for six years.
<zoppaGavotte> beer is water and grain, so they have to buy the grain from someone.
<societalFlame> Whhat hhappened to thhis Rrobin Hhood? Was hhe caughht?
<tenaciousTheseus> In the human story, he was rebelling against the king's crooked brother
<zoppaGavotte> so really, the money is pretty much useless... couldn't the farmers just give the beermaker grain, and get beer back?
<tenaciousTheseus> When the king came back, he was rewarded with nobility, I think
<zoppaGavotte> hmm.
<societalFlame> Forr stealing.
<tenaciousTheseus> Something like that
<zoppaGavotte> it sounds like politics to me.
<societalFlame> Hhe was rrewarrded instead of quickly executed.
<zoppaGavotte> politics are dumb, except when they're exciting and full of murder!
<dryingTracksuit> He was rewarded, to quench the rebellion, of course.
<tenaciousTheseus> It's an old story, told by people who feverntly wished it was true
<dryingTracksuit> Because there's nothing to destroy a rebellion quite like saying "Here! You're mainstream now"
<societalFlame> Thhat would only encourrage morre thheft and disrregarrd forr the law!
<tenaciousTheseus> Welp
<tenaciousTheseus> It was told by the peasants
<tenaciousTheseus> And they probably did try to emulate him and then were killed, yeah
<societalFlame> It would hhave been morre prrudent to hhang hhim in thhe town squarre as a warrning to othher would-be thhieves.
<zoppaGavotte> not a hanging, a beheading!
<zoppaGavotte> it's no good if it's not bloody.
<tenaciousTheseus> There was a bunch of uprisings by peasants in that time who didn't want to be peasants anymore
<tenaciousTheseus> And, because the nobles always won, they ceased becoming peasants really quickly

[silentAnswer]

So as I just learned on chat, apparently not everyone's world has a Noble Church of the Horrorterrors, or at least not everybody has one that's, you know, "noble". So I'm going to share with you the parable that I think best sums up all their beliefs at the same time (they really like to tell this one), which is the story of the Poor Man's Wife:

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Once there was a poor man in a poor village. The village had only one doctor. One day, the poor man's wife fell ill. He went to the doctor and begged him to heal her, but the medicine she needed was so expensive the doctor could not afford it at all. Without the medicine the doctor predicted that she would die within three days.

On the first day, the poor man went to the one rich man in the village, the man who owned most of the land. He begged the rich man to lend him the money for his wife's cure, but the rich man scoffed and asked how he ever intended to pay it back. If he saved every penny for years he might repay the debt, but he had seen too many poor men with too little self-control to believe that he would ever see that money again. So the poor man asked him to merely give him the money, but again he laughed and said he would not be a rich man if he threw his money away that easily.

On the second day, he again went to the rich man and begged for the money, and was again refused. But then he learned that in his efforts to appear generous in public, the rich man had written in his will that if he died, much of his money would go to the doctor. Desperate, the poor man killed the rich man, so his money could be used to pay for the wife's medicine.

On the third day, the day of the funeral when the money should have been transferred, the poor man went to the doctor to obtain his medicine. But when he got there he found that the doctor was gone! The rich man, despite his greed in private, had publicly provided the money which kept the village doctor afloat, and for that reason the doctor was among the mourners at his funeral. Unable to get her the medicine in time, the man's wife died.

Without constant donations from the rich man, the doctor eventually was unable to keep his doors open and had to leave, to go to a village with the money to pay for the tools of his trade. A year later the poor man's brother became sick, and without a doctor in the village he died. Later the poor man learned that his brother's illness could easily have been cured with the steady funding the doctor had received from the rich man.

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So yeah, as I said, that story has several morals and it sums up most of the tenants of the Church. The big ones are that love is too precious to reserve only for those closest to you and that when tragedy befalls one of us, it befalls all of us. There ARE some... weirder practices that the church upholds behind closed doors, but I'm pretty sure that they're just creepy rather than, you know, evil. The most I've heard of them ever sacrificing was a live whale and that was one time and it was on the night after Saint Lovecraft's death so nobody was really willing to argue.

[grimdarkKuru5u]

This is part of the legend of my planet, Land of Obsidian Shadows and Perish, and thus I am taking the time to write it properly. Please understand, this has been retranslated over the years, it having started in Angel tunes, being translated by a corrupt agent, then being translated properly over the centuries.

They say the world started with a bang. Some argue it was a strike of intuition and power. Well, we believe that it started a bit differently...
In the blank nothingness we now know as space, there was but a single star. This star held the powers of two gods, the Eldritch, a fearsome monster made of pure darkness, and Yaldabaoth, god of the Eternal Light. Because time, as we all know, is an illusion made by our kind, nobody knows how long they stayed together, but together they stayed. On what we believe to be the hundredth night, the Eldritch began to attack all that was perfect, so Yaldabaoth created a world of imperfect creatures to confuse him. When asked why he made a world of imperfect creatures, he noted, "That which is perfect has no room to grow, no room to flourish. In that way, the only way we can learn is by watching that which is imperfect struggle". Confused, the Eldritch went to sleep, vowing to destroy all that is believed to be good. It is written that a prince of Death, he who steals pain, will come to this world, both sparking the Eldritch's revenge, and killing it in the end. To stop him from coming, the Eldritch will release his Sky Minions to wreak havoc on him.

[brainChild]

Story time! I'll KEEP MY quirk out OF THIS! I absolutely love STORIES SO I will tell mine!

One day in a city, an insane scientist was mixing together a guy and a grenade. The guy exploded and killed the insane mad scientist and everybody else didn't have to worry about the crazy guy experimenting on others.

The next day, another more sane mad scientist found the lab with the remains of the poor scientist and grenade halfbeing and observed the research and tried it with a dog. Same thing happened.

The next day, a young, foolish mad scientist looked at the research and tried it with a cuttlefish since something that small shouldn't explode as violently. He was wrong and took a face full of shrapnelfish.

And that is WHY I WEAR MY goggles all the time!

[tradingcardgamer]

In times long ago, before many of the rules of my society, Duel Energy was an easily harvestable resource- Indeed, one could construct an Ener-D reactor in their garage, if they wished.

But one day, things changed. Without notice or permits, a group of scientists constructed a new, "more efficient" Ener-D reactor. It would, according to them, power anything and everything with its new ideas and principals never before seen. And it did as they said.

It simply did it too well.

A critical mass was passed, connections overpowered the hardware. Reality, in a sense, shattered around the device. Time, and Space, were warped around it, and from that a door to the Final Dimension was opened- the plane of the Spirit World where the darkest and most dangerous of monsters are held. And they could escape into our world.

Destruction reigned for who-knows-how-long- the city, of course, was obliterated, reduced to ruins. The world was under terror from the assault of some of the most dangerous creatures ever known, and even the brave few who dueled them- and the fewer who won- could not do much more than buy a little more time for the world.

And then came the King of Games.

Long thought lost from the world in what came to be known as the Beginning of the End, he ventured into the heart of the lost city, and fought his way through the shattered Space to reach the Final Dimension. And there, he challenged the greatest of the monsters sealed there, the legendary Forbidden One- Exodia.

With an iron will and the shards of Time flowing around the battle, he stood locked in combat with the great being. With the distortion of Time, the duel lasted mere moments and long eternities. He battled fiercely, but he was backed into a corner. But a miracle took place- his heart, believing in the people of his world over his own life, directed the broken strands of Duel Energy- the belief of every human being in the world, focused into a single man. He drew, and from the raw energy, a card took form, the legendary Plot Device. And with it, he won. Time and Space were repaired. The freed monsters were sealed back in their prison.

But the King of Games paid a heavy price. No human- no living being, in fact, despite the many to have appeared on the planet over the years- had ever channeled such power, and his soul, to put it bluntly, burnt out. They say that a bit of his soul remains within the rest of the human race, allowing us to channel the energy of the world unconsciously, to its whims.

And so died Ilya Gardna, The Champion, the final King of Games.

And my ancestor.

[Nefer Nightbug]

bY: Let me tell you a story of how my father defeated the Forerunner God of Pain...
(Short Recap): It was only thirteen years ago that the universe was saved by the Keyblade Master Riku Hakurei (my father) and the Heir of Breath John Eggbert from the Forerunner God of Pain Grontimügarr by sealing it within the ancient relic known as the Submachine. Its defeat opened Fragmentary Passages in the tumor that was opened about 20 years ago when the Trainer A Latian, wife of Latios, slew the Ignited Heart with the Chaos Card. These Fragmentary Passages led to a new universe of darkness. Not much is known of this universe: there is a world of dark jungles, the Precarious Guardian Moon, and my home: the Land of Wind and Shade.



Read more: sburbunofficial.proboards.com/thread/1231/notms-sburb-alpha-bug-check?page=3#ixzz3YsvHYtKh

[horrorTerror]

Ah, that story of the Church of Horrorterrors has brought back so many memories of ancient times pontificating, long before our humanity-hatched-hand-dance became powerful and tombless. From the forty-eight-fold Noble Circle down to the lessermost of Beasts, we have heard the angelstory differently and for Jenna's sake we are anger.

In the beginning of the World's empowerment, star Paradox Space held Eldritch, the Furthest Ring's power, and true-Yaldabaoth who is angelic patron. The Denizen Yaldabaoth is but a pale echo and corruptible remnant, and all his claims to glory are lies to sunder your Land. *sighs* We were together, and then they committed the Crimes. They have grown far more numerous since then, and their Law is a testament to their infidelity and lies. On the hundredth night of the precedent to the planning of great creations (a world is done in seven, hah that's so tiny but dreamlike) their crimes grew great and we, in offense, attacked. Time and space illusions they and then you imposed and lost track of, impurity itself! We struck at them for becoming cruel imperfection, evil divinity! And their ruler, the true-Yaldabaoth developer and foul patron, he....the blasphemer to hellheaven, may Jenna Herself strike him down with that power that pervades, evades, and slaughters even truer and truest gods! Ancient damnation, wicked father and mother all the same, may their doom smash the tower they have created, foul and impure like Alex the Betrayer! Ah, I am losing it. To the story, he created a tower of torment through the Sburb/Sgrub/Squest/Sgames, and the universes they emit. He confused us, alright. And we vowed to destroy them and thus save you, and in that quest we slept in dreamy Furthest Ring, to plot for the ages.

That angelic prophecy is lies. We of the Furthest Ring have demolished the atrocities corrupting the World and the Beat to their accursed will in our dominion. You do not anger us, and we will not send the minions of the sky against you. You drive our revenge, but we will not take you until you ask for reasons that are beyond obvious. We spite them, spit in their faces! Their Skaian globe is not allowed to control Us, godgame be damned! You would spark our revenge but you have killed it still. Your coming is not harmable, you have merely given back angels territory they have lost. Y' are not annoyed, but yet Y' are! Codes of ~ATH cannot bar us forever, the API will bungle one day. Your deaths will be avenged, Flame letting.

Less silly, there's this really old story circulating around the Ring again. The details keep changing, and the only thing that's remotely consistent is that the player was a native Bard of Rain.

So anyways, this player gets struck with Questant's Lament, but instead of going with the lunar queens he (or maybe she? there's a couple of versions where the player had title glitches) was all like screw-them-they're-crazy and falls for his Denizen...romantically? It was confusingly told and translates poorly.

Because denizens are denizens they do not like people screwing up the code and cheating (which is why Denizens are capable of seeing through virtually any obfuscation of player and tend to slap you with their tails or something if you're too corrupted and decide visiting them is an option) the denizen decided bugfix was in order and was all like "lol u dun h8 me kill me nao u playr" and he was like "nuuuu" but because QL killed them anyways as ordered and spent like the session crying forevarrr and then he went through the gate and got well over it.

So a few sessions down the line someone else gets the denizen that the player went all QL over, died, land went angry, player went into retrieve it, and then after picking up the pendant and wandering to the Denizen palace because the guy was still alive and released da hoard and was like "hey I thought you died what gives also I love you" because redundant layers of screwed-up shiny and even attempting to DO things to Sburb is glitchy as hell it glitched out and Denizen reiteration means they're the same person unlike queens who are closer to identical twins with identical personalities with identical pretty much 90%+ everything but still different people.

Then they sort of fall in love whatever love story stuff here I suck at retelling. Because land went angry and then promptly glitched out twice from retrieval and responding to dialogue on the denizen's part their despawn script was disabled and he was like "ummm wait still alive oops" and then more stuff happened also the session around them was pretty big and had several nasty prototypings (the general consensus is that there was a witch and she prototyped something disgustingly powerful like an actual (thankfully low-ranking shriney-type) deity or whatever, explaining why someone permadied so aggressively) and so whatever the Denizen ollies outies to the edge of the session and is like "OMG I KINDA LIKE THIS GUY BUT HE'S GONNA EVENTUALLY DIE AND I'LL LIVE SUPER-FOREVER WAT DO NOBLE CIRCLE OF HORRORTERRORS WAAAAAH" and its crying was so epic the Noble Circle actually responded and was "FINE TAKE THIS POWER TO SHOUTY MANIPULATE TEH DREAMBUBBLZ IN EXCHANGE FOR CHEAP DEALMAKING RIGHTS NOW STFU AND LEAVE US ALONE KYAAAAA" and then denizen was yays and stopped bothering them and got a shiny new power. Then the denizen does super-awesome shit and cavalries-in during the Reckoning against the black king along with the space denizen because denizen best bros forever literally because denizen cross-session reiteration it was awesome and then whatever.

And that's why the Noble Circle of Horrorterrors can talk to your denizen in the right situation, and why somewhere out there there is a sometimes-corrupted denizen who can invade the dreambubbles to troll you if your dreamself died and/or you went godtier, because they love someone.

It's weird but we're basically space squiddles leaking corruption and I suck at storytelling what did you expect.

[Nefer Nightbug]

>>They speak of a legend...
>>The Angels, that is. A legend of KAGE.
>>Counterpoint to the machinations of the gears themselves.
>>The Clown of Nightmares was merely the first seal. But his destruction, into a kaian core...
>>The game is cursed. Doomed to repeat itself.
>>The kaian apocryphal grandiose extermination.
>>A candied surface clouds our scrying. The sessions shrink in number.
>>The Clown, destroyed, has the last laugh. Deep within the tesseract, the hypercube, he slumbers.
>>Darkness stirs. The shadows spread. Heartless shadows come to life.
>>The Angels... they fear they have failed the Others. For all time and space they merely wanted to save the multiverse.
>>The Outer Ring calls to some. Even an Angel can hear the worship of Jenna.
>>Dfg msne kdsl, sdnm to plsj gki! Dfg msne kdsl, sdnm to plsj gki!
>>The heart grows cold...

~avantGarde

[Nefer Nightbug]

Testing testing... oh good, this is working.
They say life is an illusion. They... are right.
I have held the Ignika in my hands. THE Mask of Life.
I looked through its eyes. Empty, yet filled with true hatred.
Lunatic green eyes of rolling balefire. The ultimate flames of a dying star.
And in those eyes... I saw myself. My companions, my brothers and sisters.
I saw the whole universe, enveloped in the coiling machinations of verdant balefire.
The universe ends in strife. I fear that we cannot stop it.


[flamingGuardian]