Sarah Lee
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Soldier, Poet, King
The Creed
Posts: 483
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Barack Orama
OOC Username: Ladybug
Arena Points: 35
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Post by Sarah Lee on Feb 13, 2023 16:15:06 GMT 9
The votes piled up. Calls of who would make the best King quickly polarized into two camps.
KING ARTICUNO +8 RUBY + 12 RUBY +6 KING ARTICUNO +7 KING ARTICUNO +9
SARAH VOWS 9 VOTES TO RUBY Both sides had passed the threshold. The Timberlands were safe from the icy clutch of The Princess. And whether Ruby or the King ended up ruling, they would surely make the route something wonderful.
But could more be achieved by working together?
Sarah had seen it all before. A group of people who all wanted the world to be a better place, but were split down party lines. Ruby and King Articuno...They even had the familiar red and blue coloring.
SARAH VOWS 3 VOTES TO KING ARTICUNO
Both sides sat at 27.
"The votes are equal!" Sarah called. "Ruby or King Articuno. The question on everyone's lips. Everyone here seems to support one or the other, so why not both?"
Sarah locked eyes with each of the players who had yet to cast their vote. manish, Yggy Br00ks, Cleo, Lucky Guy, ibis, and even Ruby herself.
"I urge everybody here to cast their votes equally. If we can elect a new King, then why can't we elect two? Reinstate King Articuno, and have Ruby, the female King, join him in safeguarding the Timberlands!"
"Tonight we aren't just voting for a figurehead. We're writing history. Making a new future together. So let's pick the unlikely third option: Unity."
FAVOR: 2 | INFLUENCE: 12 12/12 Votes Cast
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Yggy Br00ks
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Pikachu Fan
Round 2
Posts: 406
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Kenneth Garfield
OOC Username: M00K
Arena Points: 68
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Post by Yggy Br00ks on Feb 13, 2023 17:14:02 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/1028264618818289684/1066678520488669285/yggifer2~png "Um? Nobody cares about my Dewott?" Yggy tried to speak out over the roar of campaign speeches, tirades, misplaced internal monologues and flip-flopping expectations. "Raine, where are you? RAINE! I mean, Watson!"Silence. No "I'm not Watson!" came drifting back to her. Only the increasing clamor of expectations, clustering in her ears like a crowded movie theater. orioncayge 's voice made it through her mental fog. "Buddy, you nominated her, can I count on you to back that up and support her? Nobody can do this alone, Royalty or council, we gotta lend her our strength.""Huh? I thought the King was already Furrlicity. Congrats, B-T-W!" Yggy said, turning to grin at the cat-eared man, who was currently casting his own vote for King Arthurcuno (whoever that was). The tomboy's smile faltered for a moment. The pixels buzzing on her arms stilled, then faded. She felt like she was forgetting something. Someone. Had she been looking for someone? Probably Manish. Yeah! I'll find Manish."Sorry, I'm kinda behind," Yggy tried to say, scanning for the mustached Duke. Her ears were ringing. Why did her head hurt so much? "Why are we having an election? Is it just cuz' the Princess faked the old King's death or something? I thought that kinda stuff happened all the time in fantasy stories." Nobody seemed to want to answer her. They were focused on the voting, the atmosphere grim and dire as a Choose Your Own Adventure novel where you'd already picked the bad ending and forgotten what page to go back to. Give up."Who said that?"Sarah Lee was talking now. "I urge everybody here to cast their votes equally.""Okay, okay," Yggy said, pulling up her UI to see how many votes she had. 3. "One vote for Ruby... one for King Articuno... crap, but 3 isn't an equal number." 3 didn't go into 2! Three goes into one."Yeah, it does. That's right, huh?" the Duke said slowly. Her finger moved on her screen, changing the numbers. Her head felt cold and fuzzy. Why had she left the Banquet Hall again? That wasn't very noble of her, sneaking around like that. She'd have to do better next time if she wanted to impress the Princess. "Three into one... One... uno..."There could only be one. One choice. One ruler. One Articuno.
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manish
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G.A.Y.
Player Character
Posts: 493
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Manish
OOC Username: GreySquid
Arena Points: 10
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Post by manish on Feb 13, 2023 17:24:47 GMT 9
There was just so much, there was always so much. Manish just wanted to help a stranger, not experience the sudden and horrifying feeling of gravity inverting and a swooping stomach, to then experience an even more horrifying and nausea inducing feeling of being yanked behind what Manish started to realize was not just a random stranger. This was supposed to be a nice dinner party, why can’t he just go to nice dinner parties anymore? They were so much nicer and hardly anyone ever died at them. Even after being ungraciously deposited by the prince, Manish could feel the residual static, little jolts of sparks travel down his body. And to make things worse, they were now in charge of electing a new king? Manish was pretty sure that kings didn’t actually get elected. You’re right, my dear. This is a farce. You cannot elect royalty. Manish gave a slight shake to his head to chase away the distant voice to smile at Yggy. “Aw, thanks, that’s really nice of you but I don’t…” Whatever he was going to say was cut off by someone saying he couldn’t do it. He was nice, but scared. Nice, but can’t make a decision. “That’s rude.” He muttered under his breath and pulled back further from the crowd. See what happens when these types of decisions are left up to just anyone? Why couldn’t you do it? You are noble, were born noble, and are no less capable than any of them. Nobility should always reign.Orion addressing him pulled him back to the continued arguments. “Agree…agree with you?” Manish liked Orion, he thought he was strong and brave and had really cool bandanas. But he was asking for Manish’s votes. Not for Manish’s opinion. Nobody ever asked for his opinion. Was it because he couldn’t give one? Was he not good enough to have one? You poor thing, all these brutes demanding what you can give them. Telling you how incapable you are. Why would you listen to them when they have no interest in listening to you? Only a panicked <brzzzt> from Cereal pulled Manish back to the conversation. Why was everyone being so loud? Why couldn’t they just agree? Why wasn’t anyone listening to him? It was getting harder to breathe; the noose around his neck was back and it was pulled taut, sparks still coarse down his body; a punishment for a good deed. Don’t you understand, Manish? These…plebeians, they act all righteous and like they want the greater good. But the greater good for whom, exactly? That rope around your neck was lovingly crafted by the hands of your peers. Because they don't care, but you do know who does care about you, don't you?Cereal pulled on Manish’s jacket, tried to drown out the noise with his own cries. He was battling to keep Manish here, keep him focused. But all Manish could do was hug the cat closer and try to take a few stuttering breaths. What do you want, Manish? What do you really, truly want?Arguing and voting and the voice and Cereal’s cries and the sparks from just trying to help. It was so much. It was too much. What did Manish want? “Please, Cereal…” he whispered, pressing his forehead against the cat’s. “ I just want it to stop. Please let her make it stop.” There was a pause, then Cereal nodded and gently gave Manish a pat on the cheek, built up static giving them both a shock. Then Cereal stopped. He stopped his droning, let the delusion take over again. Because at the end of the day, Manish was his trainer and if he wanted quiet? Cereal would give him that; would let him float. He would stay with him, be there to ground Manish when he needed. But also let him drift off when he needed. That was his duty, that’s what he could give back to his trainer who loved him so much. Good choice. A soothing wave of clouded bliss washed over Manish. It dulled the sounds of those around him, wrapped him in a warm hug of oblivion, he didn’t need to breathe anymore so it didn’t matter that he couldn’t. Nothing mattered to Duke Manish Jolitt of Amanita Phalloides outside of making his family proud. And of course, the best way to do that was clear. After all, there was only one person at this party whose favor really mattered. Manish stepped forward to once again join the crowd and gave a distant smile. “I vote for our lovely Princess. Afterall, things were just fine before her beautiful party was ruined. We should all just go back to the party.” Duke Manish Jolitt of Amanita Phalloides casts his votes for The Princess FAVOR: 2 | INFLUENCE: 4
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Cleo
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Soldier, Poet, King
Player Character
Posts: 107
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Olivia Rivera
OOC Username: Izzy
Arena Points: 30
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Post by Cleo on Feb 13, 2023 17:46:10 GMT 9
Mounting pressure, buzzing in her ears. Expectations – all of them, none of them. A pawn on the board, able to make a queen.
"I hate meetings," she murmurs, watching it all unfold. The clash of vision and implementation, of expectations and reality. She hated it. Hated sitting, talking, wasting away the minutes trying and trying and trying to explain, when they could just do.
But they're here, the meeting is called, and she tries. She really tries to listen to it all, to take in every point and let them meet her opinion, not become it.
So when coils of lavender come looping around her, heady, fragrant, all-consuming… when that sharp, sly voice comes slithering around, a snake constricting all around her… She meets it.
They cannot control this. You crave order. Peace. Only one can get it done. Only—
But does not become it.
Even as the two who'd help her set free the Prince slip back under the depths. Even as they up the stakes and give in to the Princess' whims, bringing back that reality. Even as the voice demands—could never request, does not know such a thing—her to do much the same…
"I'd take literally anyone but her."
She cannot afford the risk, cannot afford anyone else raising her on a pedestal higher than she deserves. Splitting her votes, going for a tie… No, no. Too risky.
Take the lesser evil.
... the one she could always overwrite in the servers, if need be.
> Cleo casts 7 votes for King Articuno
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Lucky Guy
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Soldier, Poet, King
Player Character
Posts: 359
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Lucky Guy
OOC Username: AleDog#9110
Arena Points: 30
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Post by Lucky Guy on Feb 13, 2023 18:20:58 GMT 9
The whispers of the dream had long since stopped for Lucky Guy. Once upon a time, in a situation most dire, conflict rife with cloak and dagger startled Lucky into a panic. Orion's words seemed to have stirred the man into doing something, anything-however, it was by mere coincidence that be had gone where the Duke had willed him to go.
In reality (an ironic turn of phrase), he had fled the scene when the tension had grown too far. Lucky had fled, and nobody had seen the man since. When he traveled through the deep and stifling corridors of the dungeons, he found that the others simply did not notice him crossing by. As the din of chaos grew and threatened to catch the explorers, neither the Salamance nor people behind it gave he, a simple servant, any mind. As they crept beyond the trial and through the dungeon's ominous halls, he found himself questioning the words of the brave men who had faced down the Salamance.
Cold, stuffy and so very dark, they called the place. Lucky didn't find it very dark. He found it rather red, in fact. It was a warm place, the scent of rot drifting from pixels that once held life.
Not even the king rest his eyes upon Lucky's frame. As if a man in a dream, the world slowly crawled onward in the slow and creeping pace that no dreamer could ever hope to keep pace with. So did Lucky ever wonder, and so did Lucky fear,
Was any of this even real? When had he fallen asleep, and how many more times would he have to wake up?
Some time ago, Lucky realized that the others were not even speaking in words anymore. Their lips parted, yet the only sound to come was that of Lucky's own rhythmic heartbeat crashing against the cage of his skull.
The tallest figure, the crowned one who exuded an authority most frightening, had led them all now to the halls of royal affair. Lucky hadn't wanted to come back here. How was he supposed to wake up, again? Text prompts showed up in front of his eyes, but he couldn't understand any of them.
What was he to do?
A friend held tightly onto his arm. A large, chitinous head had been resting on his side for several moments, something Lucky had failed to notice until now. Running his fingers over the red velvet of the hat on this resting head brought him a peace he had otherwise forgotten. Lucky's breathing, something he hadn't realized to be so quick, began to slow to something reasonable. The pounding sound of his heartbeat became a quiet drum.
Soon, the decay was gone. The only red in the room now was the roe-red felt of a crab-shaped hat.
How could Lucky have forgotten about his partner at a time like this? Selma's claw was pointing towards someone-Ruby, he believed her to be, a girl he had met off of a botched carriage ride through the Misty Woods. This castle was somewhere in those very woods, now that he took the time to think about it.
Trusting his partner's judgements, Lucky cast his hand towards her with the most confident look he could give. He felt surprise as his votes were cast as a result, but he couldn't allow his expression to falter in spite of that. Selma's low droning had told him that this would bring unity to the people of the court. Unity... it sounded peaceful. He felt the need for that right about now. Servant Lucky casts his 5 votes for Ruby Favor: 2 | Influence: 5
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Ruby
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Lionheart
Player Character
Posts: 178
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Dr. Ruby Walker Ph.D.
OOC Username: Magnere
Arena Points: 70
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Post by Ruby on Feb 13, 2023 18:23:15 GMT 9
When orioncayge asked if she was an NPC, Ruby had a confused look on her face, staring up at him. Some players acted like they knew she was just another player, and others seemed totally shocked by the idea.
But for Ruby? It... well, it had grown to become a bit of a silly habit to indulge in. After the first time she got mistaken, it was certainly easier than trying to explain why she was here 24/7, anyways. Nobody really needed to know the truth, so she'd play innocent to his reaction, only smiling as he looked back for confirmation.
It was Furrlicity Purrfection 's reaction that caused her to grow even more confused. "... Why would you attempt to sell anyone to child marriage? I don't think I follow why that's funny."
However, it was Sarah Lee 's suggestion that caused her to turn her head. A tie, electing two contenders. The best of both worlds, really. Why, she would have likely voted for Sarah themselves with that kind of creative problem-solving and people skills, but they chose her to represent.
It was honestly a little intimidating the more she thought about it. She squeezed her Indeedee's hand a little tighter.
Ruby would look over at the old King, and give a polite smile. "I understand that you might be used to ruling as you will, but should the outcome pass where we are indeed voted with equal measure, I would like to believe that everyone's faith in me would not be misplaced. If nothing else, a new perspective will be of use, I am sure. And should you instead simply be reinstated by the will of the people, let there be no doubt that I would support you. May the Timberlands always be safe for those who dream big."
And that would be the last speech from her.
Until it wasn't.
People began to vote for the princess.
She turned and frowned at manish deeply, that distant smile... it unsettled her. To think that someone, after all this, still wanted to stay within the dream. "Sometimes, it's nice to live in a dream. But the truth is, we only delude ourselves to stay within their dream forever. Even during the best of dreams, we have to wake up... and face reality. No matter how much we may dislike it. Dreams prepare us to face the world, but they can not replace it. "
Ruby: 32 King Articuno: 34 Princess: 29
It took one look at the scoreboard to confirm her thoughts. If she just voted for herself in total, she could have the majority of votes. But that wasn't what she stood for. The vote should be as fair as it could be in this virtual dream. She could only hope that this was the right call, trusting in her siblings.
Honestly, after this long, it was a little difficult to think of other players as anything else, living with Mom. It was an odd thought, hoping that she'd make the digital woman proud, but it was one that crossed her mind as she put in her votes.
Ruby votes 5 for Ruby. Ruby votes 3 for King Articuno.
There. 37 total each. That should suffice.
FAVOR: 2 | INFLUENCE: 8 | TIME: ??
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M00K
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Retired
Posts: 58
OOC Username: M00K
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Post by M00K on Feb 19, 2023 22:21:28 GMT 9
THE PRECIPICE CROWN
We have reached our ending, but it’s not the only one.
WORLD EVENT: THE PRECIPICE CROWN plays out to its conclusion– not just here, but worldwide. Hundreds of players participate facing the Princess, overcoming their delusions, and choosing a final outcome.
Their solutions, flaws, and shining moments are as varied as humankind.
{CONCLUSION: SOLDIER, POET, KING} EUROPEAN SERVER In Europe, the Princess wins. The Nobles fall too deeply to their delusions and are unable to break free from the chains of cruelty. The Servants, freed of obligations, explore the Palace in depth and learn the secret of the Library. With the knowledge from the books in hand, they free the trapped Prince and help him escape through the tunnels in the catacombs, earning both his favor and his boon.
It doesn’t matter in the end.
The endless night never fades. The solstice never passes. Some Pokemon never see daylight again. Some players never want to.
After all, if you close your eyes, you can’t see the darkness.
Why wake from such pleasant dreams?
But there’s hope– somewhere out there is the Prince, wandering like a stray dog, sparking for revenge.
AUSTRALIAN SERVER In Australia/Oceania, the memes win out. The Princess is woefully unprepared for the chaos. Amidst the explosions and spreading rabies, the Princess attempts a scene change away from the nude beach and sorely regrets it. The Oceanians elect Mad King Bruce, who promises less balls and more gender equality in the future.
MAINLAND CHINA China chooses to try and trick the Princess rather than defeating her by force. Seeing that she seeks entertainment, they select among themselves a champion to play a high-stakes game with the Precipice Crown on the line. While the Princess is distracted, the players edit the Ballroom and Catacombs scenes together, tricking the Princess into entering the Catacombs alone when she goes to fetch the crown, believing she’s won.
Then they turn the palace to sand.
The Princess is buried alive in the tunnels. King Articuno is spared and restored to his rightful place on the throne.
The girl who played the deadly game and lived to tell the tale goes down in legend.
JAPANESE SERVER The Japanese players have no idea what to do when placed in a situation that requires creative initiative. Instead, they turn the game to their advantage by following it to a T. They do not explore or search for things unseen. They do not fight to be the strongest hand to change the world. They unite, pooling their resources and information–then when all the players have gotten their missing Pokemon back at last, they turn on the Princess, triggering a Mechanical Raid in the Royal Ballroom.
Galarian Articuno takes over 10,000 DMG during the course of the battle. 60% of the attacks use Recoil due to the time limit imposed. Waves of mental attacks constantly impact the players’ strategy as the battlefield becomes a Trick Room, then a Magic Room, then an Inverse Battle. Most people only have one Pokemon.
Thirteen players white out.
Those who remain vote for NPCs.
NORTH AMERICAN SERVER North America never sees the Royal Ballroom. The players drive the Princess to action by releasing the dragon of the catacombs, bypassing the User Interface and forcing a mass shutdown in response. By the end, an army of corrupted monsters and flaming Kindlers bears down on a full-scale battlefield, seeking the Princess’s head on a pike. Bitterness abounds as players’ psychoses get the best of them, and discord spreads through their ranks like plague. It’s funny: in a realm of infinite possibilities, in this server alone do they choose to hurt one another instead.
But that’s another story.
Because only here, despite doubts, despite corruption, do players elect two people to be King.
One Player. One NPC.
When given the choice to either rule or be ruled, the players choose to share this world with those who came before them.
<KING ARTICUNO> and <RUBY> have been elected.
As the final vote clicks in, the PRECIPICE CROWN dissolves in M00K:Claw's hands. Icy jewels patter to the ground like a soft cascade of rain, rolling across the leaf litter.
“A co-regency? Impossible,” says the Princess, but the results of the voting hover in the air, incontrovertible. "I've humored this long enough."
Discordant flute music blasts the congregation as the white-eyed figure moves. She has played along with this charade only because she hoped the results might punish you, divide you, tear your carefully-crafted alliance into pieces. But you chose to unite. You chose to take a chance.
You chose to defy the last, dying throes of the Princess's will, and now comes her answer.
"No you don't, wretch!" The bloody Prince lunges, teeth bared in a snarl, and slams his sparking chains together with a resounding clang! A THUNDERWAVE ripples out from the impact and the Princess staggers, half-crafted dream flickering like a coding glitch through her paralysis. Around the Battlefield, the mini-dreams the Princess crafted pop, vanishing into thin air.
All except one.
At long last, The dragon breaks free from the ballroom and, in one great gulp, swallows the Princess.
The world seems to shiver. Twilight glamor sheds itself from the Dream Palace, returning it to featureless decor and bleak stone walls. Or perhaps not bleak— just blank. For now.
After all, the palace will need to be redecorated. Who better than the players who liberated it from darkness?
The Prince steps back with a satisfied grunt, eying the newly-appeared Salamence. The dragon's tongue flicks out, tasting the air questioningly. Sensing the King's return, it lets out a bellow of joy and capers up the steps to be reunited like a loyal dog with its master.
"Ah yes. My faithful friend. You stayed by my side and watched over my body, didn't you?" King Articuno pats its snout, then looks to Ruby as if confirming permission to speak on their joint behalf. "If you don't mind, Duchess— Queen, rather— I'd like to say a few words."
Then he steps forward.
“The witch’s seeds will spread no more,” announces Articuno, voice ringing. “Instead, take mine.”
ARTICUNO DNA sprays gloriously from the King like confetti, festooning the players in sparkly blue icons. ALL PLAYERS RECEIVE (1/5) ARTICUNO DNA!You wake up.
Groans echo around the clearing. Everything is hazy. Your memories of the event, while clear when you first open your eyes, seem to fade almost as soon as you can put words to what happened. They trickle through the cage of your mind like water through cell doors, frustratingly just out of reach. Was the dream good, or bad? You can't remember.
Something blinks in the corner of your vision. <DUNGEON COMPLETE> says the prompt, glowing softly. Whatever happened here, you decide, it must have been something good.
But all is not as it once was. As you and the other players pull yourselves to your feet, you notice something has changed. Where the sky was once black and starless, it is now filled with the pale light of early morning. Where the Pokemon of the Timberlands were once trapped in sleep, they now stir, stretching their limbs and yawning. And where the Precipice Shrine was once a bottomless pit, it now shimmers with pale pink light, rippling like oil on water.
It appears to be a portal.
A [tangent=DREAM KINGDOMPlayers may re-enter the Dream World via the Precipice Shrine or any other portal. As long as they have a sufficiently powerful Psychic Pokemon or King Articuno/Queen Ruby's permission, players in the Dream World may freely shape reality according to their whims.
Additionally, the Dream World acts as a bridge between alternate UNOVR servers. You may use this plane to explore alternate endings, alternate worlds, and meet people from new countries.
Memories made in the Dream World generally do not leave it. One cannot clearly remember events in the Dream World unless physically present in the Dream World itself.]prompt[/tangent] appears when you approach: <ENTER THE DREAM KINGDOM?>
...One more thing is different. The lavender fields surrounding the Precipice Shrine have vanished, their distinctive scent gone with them. Instead, rosy wildflowers bud from the frozen earth in sprigs of wispy pink blossoms, promising a new dawn.
UNLOCKED: NEW TRAINER SUBCLASSSEERDARK-TYPE | DREAMERPSYCHIC-TYPE
| By ending the Endless Night, players have unlocked Seer.
Effectively blind, Seers exchange their vision for the gift of foresight and enhanced listening abilities. Without discomfort, these Dark-type specialists can hear a voice a mile away, or sense a penny drop on the other side of the forest. A Seer's eyes become pure white when they take on this class, hence why many choose to wear blindfolds instead. Some may identify a Seer instead by the six shadows they cast, regardless of light source. Seers' Dark-type Pokemon may appear naturally melanistic in hue.
When you equip each level of this class, you will receive a brief vision of the future. If unequipped, you will lose all memory of this vision.
Tier 2 - dark pkmn +5 Tier 3 - dark moves +5 Tier 4 - know your enemy Tier 5 - never normal | By dethroning the Princess and completing the World Event, players have unlocked Dreamer.
Most players see no reason to bother sleeping in-game— Dreamers know better. Outside of dungeons and events, Dreamers' Psychic-type Pokemon can create temporary portals to the Dream World, where they and those with psychic Pokémon can shape reality to their desires. Small soap bubbles seem to float around a Dreamer, popping if they get surprised.
Dreamers have the ability to fall asleep at will, and a sleeping Dreamer may see and hear out of their Psychic Pokemon's ears and eyes like a familiar. While asleep, the Dreamer is naturally weightless, and may float away like a helium balloon if not tethered.
Tier 2 - psychic pkmn +5 Tier 3 - psychic moves +5 Tier 4 - know your enemy Tier 5 - never normal |
LOOT DROPAll players are now eligible to change their Trainer Subclass to one of the options above! Doing so before the end of the month is FREE, but you may also choose to switch for -25 BYTES at any time in the future.
All players who completed the dungeon may choose THREE of the following items. Please post your Loot Claim in General Mod Requests or tell M00K on Discord before March 1.
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