Post by wizardlyluminary on May 17, 2016 5:42:41 GMT
Mica didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved that this presession had only taken a few days. On one hand, it was uncomfortable having to live someone else's life, constantly on edge because you have no idea when the game will return and suck you back in... But on the other, for that period of time, you didn't have to worry about dying, you could have normal dreams and eat food that wasn't limited by alimentator hacks.
This time, he was the first to enter--he was a bit concerned about that, since he hadn't considered himself a good leader since before his first session. What if the pepleader bonus was wasted on him? His server was an adorable pink-blooded troll with a bad case of rangoon, who helped him escape the meteors and wind up on the Land of Bones and Dust. He shivered a bit, upon first looking out his window; it was by far the most ominous land he'd rolled. Then there was the traditional mad scramble to build and fight up to the first gate as a temporary atomyk ebonpyre flooded his dwelling spire with underlings--god, he hated that part of Entering. Afterwards, RT became more concerned with getting into the Medium himself; Mica figured he'd have a little while now to explore his land while the rest of the chain made their way in, until it was his turn to close it.
The bright pink of his consorts stood out almost comically against the grey and brown of the surrounding area. After a large amount of fruitless dialogue, he was finally able to collect enough references and clues to guess that he'd been assigned the role of Bane of Doom. That certainly explained the damn skeletons all over the place. He sighed and took out his computer for a quick search of the Glitch FAQ.
So, zombie mode, sacrifices, and drinking toxins, huh? That didn't sound too bad. It was a little frustrating, knowing that he had probably been assigned the aspect because Sburb wanted to force him to accept letting go of coplayers, wanted to crush down his desires for something more than these endings that only gave way to shitty repeated beginnings without ever growing into anything more--
Well, dwelling on the frustration wouldn't do him any good. This seemed like a decent time to test out some new powers. He'd alchemized himself a cool magical staff as per usual, and had just been using the same old point-and-blast method of magic to fight his way up to the gate. Now, though, he had some time to experiment a little, with both his new Doom powers and with some new varieties of majyyks.
The rush of renewed strength he got when killing an underling he had marked as a sacrifice was worryingly exhilarating. You couldn't get addicted to something like this, could you? It was also really fun, getting to test out different applications of majyyk, now that he knew it could do more than just zap things. He'd need to learn some proper spells for a lot of it, according to the guides he'd read, but with freestyling it was still pretty easy to control the eponymous bones and dust that covered the land. Maybe with a bit more practice, he could have some shambling skeleton constructs that followed his will?
He was careful to keep his eye on Pesterchum, and soon enough it was time to close the client-server chain and bring the last player into the game. ...Oh boy, he'd gotten stuck as server to the crazy cultist one. Goodie. He headed back to his house and alternated between helping her enter and reach her gate, and alchemizing some cool new gear. The staff alchemized with a LOBAD bone seemed especially promising.
...Damn, the people in the IRC just would not let the corruption thing go, would they? He was a careful, rational native Seer who had learned his lesson-- he really wasn't in danger! In hopes of shutting up their nagging for a while, he looked up how to make a voidshake, and did so. He'd been intending to drink it, just to put their minds to rest, but... That wasn't really necessary, right? He wasn't corrupted at all yet; it'd be a waste to use it up to no effect. He could just keep the shake in his sylladex for now, save it for if things really did start looking bad. It didn't look like it would taste very good, anyways; something just made him subconsciously recoil from it.
Unfortunately, being nagged about corruption was the least of his worries when it came to his fellow replayers. All of his coplayers besides RT had admitted to involvement with corruption of one sort of or the other, WA was a batshit Other-worshipper, TG gleefully embraced cannibalism and building forts out of corpses, and FC had likewise admitted to a case of cannibalism in addition to her discomforting abilities to look into his soul and spy on him from several planets away. How the hell had he managed to reroll with so many crazies at once? He'd already felt kind of "meh" about the idea of hanging out with them IRL when there was so much for him to study, but this just sealed the deal; it'd be safer to try to spend most of this session alone.
Still, though, as worrying as WA was and as uncomfortable as she made him, she did seem to have a lot of information pertaining to majyyk and the Others that he was interested in. The works she sent him about the Others were really just... fascinating. He didn't get why everyone was so worked up about him looking into this kind of stuff; who wouldn't want information on the one type of being they could communicate with that existed outside the parameters of the game, that provided players with ways out of desperate situations, glubbed up bubbles for their dead to rest in, and graciously hosted the servers that allowed their lifeline networks to stay online? You only had to look at HT to see that the Others could be benevolent.
Mica knew that there was a line between what information on the Others was safe and what would lead to corruption, and that the safest course of action was to just steer clear entirely, but... he just couldn't bring himself to do that. It was a risk, sure, but it was almost... thrilling. The danger of the Others was both frightening and exciting, their power and knowledge alluring. That didn't mean he was going to allow himself to slip into corruption! He had to show up SC with her stupid bet, and all the others who seemed so convinced it would happen to him. "Tentaclebait", "corruptionbait"... They would see. Just because the people they'd met in the past who'd gotten involved in this stuff hadn't been able to resist the fall didn't mean that the same would happen to him. He was intelligent, cautious, and strong-willed; as long as he was careful with his research, he'd be fine. He'd be fine.
This time, he was the first to enter--he was a bit concerned about that, since he hadn't considered himself a good leader since before his first session. What if the pepleader bonus was wasted on him? His server was an adorable pink-blooded troll with a bad case of rangoon, who helped him escape the meteors and wind up on the Land of Bones and Dust. He shivered a bit, upon first looking out his window; it was by far the most ominous land he'd rolled. Then there was the traditional mad scramble to build and fight up to the first gate as a temporary atomyk ebonpyre flooded his dwelling spire with underlings--god, he hated that part of Entering. Afterwards, RT became more concerned with getting into the Medium himself; Mica figured he'd have a little while now to explore his land while the rest of the chain made their way in, until it was his turn to close it.
The bright pink of his consorts stood out almost comically against the grey and brown of the surrounding area. After a large amount of fruitless dialogue, he was finally able to collect enough references and clues to guess that he'd been assigned the role of Bane of Doom. That certainly explained the damn skeletons all over the place. He sighed and took out his computer for a quick search of the Glitch FAQ.
So, zombie mode, sacrifices, and drinking toxins, huh? That didn't sound too bad. It was a little frustrating, knowing that he had probably been assigned the aspect because Sburb wanted to force him to accept letting go of coplayers, wanted to crush down his desires for something more than these endings that only gave way to shitty repeated beginnings without ever growing into anything more--
Well, dwelling on the frustration wouldn't do him any good. This seemed like a decent time to test out some new powers. He'd alchemized himself a cool magical staff as per usual, and had just been using the same old point-and-blast method of magic to fight his way up to the gate. Now, though, he had some time to experiment a little, with both his new Doom powers and with some new varieties of majyyks.
The rush of renewed strength he got when killing an underling he had marked as a sacrifice was worryingly exhilarating. You couldn't get addicted to something like this, could you? It was also really fun, getting to test out different applications of majyyk, now that he knew it could do more than just zap things. He'd need to learn some proper spells for a lot of it, according to the guides he'd read, but with freestyling it was still pretty easy to control the eponymous bones and dust that covered the land. Maybe with a bit more practice, he could have some shambling skeleton constructs that followed his will?
He was careful to keep his eye on Pesterchum, and soon enough it was time to close the client-server chain and bring the last player into the game. ...Oh boy, he'd gotten stuck as server to the crazy cultist one. Goodie. He headed back to his house and alternated between helping her enter and reach her gate, and alchemizing some cool new gear. The staff alchemized with a LOBAD bone seemed especially promising.
...Damn, the people in the IRC just would not let the corruption thing go, would they? He was a careful, rational native Seer who had learned his lesson-- he really wasn't in danger! In hopes of shutting up their nagging for a while, he looked up how to make a voidshake, and did so. He'd been intending to drink it, just to put their minds to rest, but... That wasn't really necessary, right? He wasn't corrupted at all yet; it'd be a waste to use it up to no effect. He could just keep the shake in his sylladex for now, save it for if things really did start looking bad. It didn't look like it would taste very good, anyways; something just made him subconsciously recoil from it.
Unfortunately, being nagged about corruption was the least of his worries when it came to his fellow replayers. All of his coplayers besides RT had admitted to involvement with corruption of one sort of or the other, WA was a batshit Other-worshipper, TG gleefully embraced cannibalism and building forts out of corpses, and FC had likewise admitted to a case of cannibalism in addition to her discomforting abilities to look into his soul and spy on him from several planets away. How the hell had he managed to reroll with so many crazies at once? He'd already felt kind of "meh" about the idea of hanging out with them IRL when there was so much for him to study, but this just sealed the deal; it'd be safer to try to spend most of this session alone.
Still, though, as worrying as WA was and as uncomfortable as she made him, she did seem to have a lot of information pertaining to majyyk and the Others that he was interested in. The works she sent him about the Others were really just... fascinating. He didn't get why everyone was so worked up about him looking into this kind of stuff; who wouldn't want information on the one type of being they could communicate with that existed outside the parameters of the game, that provided players with ways out of desperate situations, glubbed up bubbles for their dead to rest in, and graciously hosted the servers that allowed their lifeline networks to stay online? You only had to look at HT to see that the Others could be benevolent.
Mica knew that there was a line between what information on the Others was safe and what would lead to corruption, and that the safest course of action was to just steer clear entirely, but... he just couldn't bring himself to do that. It was a risk, sure, but it was almost... thrilling. The danger of the Others was both frightening and exciting, their power and knowledge alluring. That didn't mean he was going to allow himself to slip into corruption! He had to show up SC with her stupid bet, and all the others who seemed so convinced it would happen to him. "Tentaclebait", "corruptionbait"... They would see. Just because the people they'd met in the past who'd gotten involved in this stuff hadn't been able to resist the fall didn't mean that the same would happen to him. He was intelligent, cautious, and strong-willed; as long as he was careful with his research, he'd be fine. He'd be fine.
