Bergamot Gristleborg
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Muddy Girl
Mythstar
Posts: 403
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Player Name: Chryssa Glasgow
OOC Username: M00K
Arena Points: 37
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Aug 9, 2024 5:57:09 GMT 9
You meet on THE DIVIDE, a dusty old road that marks the border between Asper's Surge Steppes and the sinister Area 2 - Mistra to the north. Broken tombstones litter the path on both sides. Some might already bear your name.
"Hello, everyone! Watch out for pestilent Zapdos," A smug-looking young woman in a blue dress greets participants, seeming in high spirits. She's surely thrilled to be getting so much attention. "He hates when people are snooping around so close to the border. It's like he has no respect for reality television!"
Once you're all assembled, Bergamot balances up on top of a tombstone and snaps her fingers for attention. "All right, so I assume you all know how this works! Two teams, you build a camp and forage for food, we come back to do a challenge together, and someone gets voted off the island. We'll do all that, but faster, because I don't want to be stuck here with all of you that long." It's nice to know Morgana is already anticipating becoming bored of her own reality show knockoff.
"So: teams!"
She scans the sea (more like small pond) of faces, assessing you carefully. "All right!" she announces, apparently having come to a decision, "Sarah Lee, Rose Garden, Alicia Westfield, you will be Team N00b! Here's your team flag." She hands you a flag with a Piplup. She looks at the other three players: Kyukon, Wolf, and Paw Wrangler. "The rest of you will be Team Guillotine Apex! I've also made you a flag." She gives you an almost-identical flag, also with a Piplup. "Team Guillotine Apex, you'll be building your camp here in the Surge Steppes, over by Tinymon Town. Team N00b, you'll be over on the Mistra side instead. I haven't spent much time there, but I'm sure there's roots and berries and things to eat if you look carefully. Oh, one more thing!"
Morgana fishes in her inventory and pulls out a [tangent=Immunity Idol (item): a chibified plastic likeness of Morgana. It looks like one of those figurines from your animes.
]small plastic figurine.[/tangent] "I noticed there's a glitch if you click and drag your player icon into the overworld. It just makes these," said Morgana, chucking the doll into the bushes on the Mistra side. "Anyway, that's an immunity idol, so go get it! If you have one you won't die at the first checkpoint, so that should be your first priority! And making a camp, fire, shelter, and so on. You're going to need to survive at least one night out here. Anyway, meet me back here when you're done, and we'll do the first challenge." |
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Bergamot Gristleborg
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Muddy Girl
Mythstar
Posts: 403
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Chryssa Glasgow
OOC Username: M00K
Arena Points: 37
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Aug 9, 2024 5:24:39 GMT 9
This will be starting soon! My internet (from vacation) has been extremely spotty, so reply windows may be a bit wider than 48 hours. More people can still join once we start, just show up in the thread and invite yourself into one of the groups. Thanks everyone for your interest! UPDATE: the thread has started! unovr.boards.net/thread/2866/ti-scenario-survivor-unovr |
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Bergamot Gristleborg
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Muddy Girl
Mythstar
Posts: 403
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Chryssa Glasgow
OOC Username: M00K
Arena Points: 37
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Aug 2, 2024 1:04:34 GMT 9
{OUTWIT - OUTPLAY - OUTLAST}
This scenario (run in-character by Bergamot Gristleborg) will attempt to capture the spirit of the reality show survivor in 5 Posting Cycles. Players will be divided into two teams, who will both build a separate camp and compete for resources via challenges, and... yeah, challenges.
This will be very informal (I'll essentially be running it from mobile while I'm on vacation). There will be loose 48-hour windows between cycles to keep up the momentum, but I can grant extensions if you send me a message on the forum.
This is a player scenario, not an explicit game event! That means Morgana is running and organizing it in-character, the same way you would if you wanted to play low-budget Survivor at a friend's birthday party. Expect the ruling system to be SUPREMELY UNFAIR and the challenges to be UNDERWHELMING.
You do not need to know Survivor to participate (it's funnier if you don't). You will need to work with teammates in-character and may very well be voted off the island early via Morgana's biased elimination system, so not everyone will make it to Cycle 5. Expect humor and high lethality.
Anyway, sign up here! I'd like to start this pretty soon, so once I have, say, 6 interested characters...? I might let people join late too.
NAME: @you
POKEMON: pick one
ARE YOU A N00B?: yes or no
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Bergamot Gristleborg
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Muddy Girl
Mythstar
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Player Name: Chryssa Glasgow
OOC Username: M00K
Arena Points: 37
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Aug 1, 2024 20:14:19 GMT 9
"O-hohohoho!"
Morgana twirled in, pirouetting on one foot like a smug glass ballerina. A Mudkip followed on her heels, hound-like, peeping nervously at the 'No Dogs Allowed' sign on the gate.
Marill, Marill, as far as the eye could see. The little mouse Pokemon's ears twitched, sensing danger, and the rodents began to roll and toddle away as quickly as they could. "Oh no you don't," Morgana said, wobbling as she came out her spin. "We have dibs on this one! Jack, do the thing!"
"Peep peep?" Jack asked, tilting his fishy head to the side.
"Yes, THE the thing," Bergamot answered exasperatedly, flipping her hair. She obviously had Pokemon Speech turned on. "Go on, use DUAL WINGBEAT!"
The little mudfish focused, with some trepidation. Then the shadows beneath his body seemed to bend and arch, rising up off the ground in the shape of two huge, fiery wings. The shapes of dark flames wiggled and jumped, evoking the rainbow feathers of Moltres herself. With two powerful strokes, the shadows beat, blasting a Marill off its feet and sending it rolling straight towards Morgana, who caught it under one high heel like a soccer player receiving an easy pass.
"See? Easy peasy," she said as the sinister wings retreated back inside the Mudkip, folding themselves up neatly again inside the starter's shadow. "Oh Zamazentaaa! I have a new ball for youuu!"
NEXT PROMPT (63): [Tower]UpMAuPlo1-501-50
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Bergamot Gristleborg
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Muddy Girl
Mythstar
Posts: 403
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Chryssa Glasgow
OOC Username: M00K
Arena Points: 37
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jul 29, 2024 22:33:27 GMT 9
The doorknob rattled and wrenched, and the office door flew open. But it was neither catboy nor catmafia boss: it was a rude woman in a blue dress, who slammed the door shut behind her and exclaimed "You there! N00b! Quick, trade me, I have to get rid of these goods."
The catboys hadn't been easy to lose, but Morgana was fleet of foot and her high-heeled Running Shoes always ran true. A little momentary Aviator equip and she'd gone sailing over the barbed wire fence with a hip, skop and probably a jimp or jomp as well. "Try to climb that!" she'd called airily behind her before hiking up her skirts and running upstairs, further into the abandoned depot.
Morgana could tell Torino was no NPC-- she was far too fancy and out of place in their current setting. "Don't worry, you can trust me." She pointed at her head, then repeated "No ears," as if that should make it obvious. "What do you want, Pokémon? How about an Onix?" What had she been thinking when she'd traded for the rock snake to begin with? It would never be Celine Dionyx, and no evil soul-transfusing ritual would bring the celebrity back. She hadn't tried, admittedly.
"You have to take this too," she added, equipping the Keggling to the Onix in her inventory and initiating the trade request. "Don't let that Dr. Bunya or the kibble dealers get their paws on it! I'm saving it for a prank." The half-feline, half-scorpion PokePet gave a threatening hiss from inside its jar before Morgana shoved it Torino's way. "Well? What are you waiting for: accept already!"
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Bergamot Gristleborg
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Muddy Girl
Mythstar
Posts: 403
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Chryssa Glasgow
OOC Username: M00K
Arena Points: 37
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jul 27, 2024 13:08:01 GMT 9
Some people wondered why Morgana had joined Mythstar. Surely a villainess (even a self-proclaimed one) belonged in the Creed with similarly cool, edgy, evil (?) characters. Amusing as the idea was of rubbing elbows with edgelords, pretending to be the same kind of high-stakes power gamer, Bergamot knew she'd get tired of it. Though perhaps disappointing other players who took her more seriously than she deserved was its own type of villainy. Interesting. I'll have to think about that. She wouldn't mind a username color change. But the real reason she'd joined Mythstar was simply because, at the end of the day, it suited Chryssa best. Far horizons. Testing her limits. Buying into story, unraveling legends. Actually, based on the Guild Descriptions perhaps she should have joined Round 2 for social players, as more than anything else Chryssa played for the captive audience. Anyway, she was still here and still in Mythstar, so it was time to pay Cygnus a visit. "Are you in here, old man?" Morgana asked, popping her head in the door. "I'm here to collect the 'star'. The Mythstar. I was promised one when I joined and I am sorely disappointed." She came in the rest of the way, holding out a white-gloved hand expectantly. "Just think of it as a... oh, what do you call it when someone shows up at a store or a restaurant and asks for all the money in the register? A holdup? That sounds awfully old-timey, but I suppose you'd like that."She lowered her hand after a moment, giving an annoyed hair flip. "But I suppose if you insist on sacrificing your own body to prevent me from stealing Staryu, I can offer a trade," she said after a moment. She didn't seem too disappointed, as if she hadn't expected it to work. "...A Mareep, then?" She couldn't even remember how she'd gotten it. Offering MAREEP for STARYU |
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Bergamot Gristleborg
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Muddy Girl
Mythstar
Posts: 403
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Chryssa Glasgow
OOC Username: M00K
Arena Points: 37
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jul 26, 2024 19:09:05 GMT 9
#s://a~l3n~co/i/4IuJtM~png Bergamot Gristleborg stood on the precipice, like so many who had come before her. The gulf yawned like an empty eye socket, black as ice across a frozen lake. Dark as always, save for the faint, soap-bubble sheen that marked the entrance portal to the Dream World. "If we wait for night, the stars will be reflected on the surface," Bergamot said to the egg. "...or maybe not. I came here in winter last time, and I suppose that doesn't happen anymore." Not since the Endless Night had lifted. How many years had it been now since that fateful solstice? The egg was not in her arms like an infant, but sitting on the ground next to her. Some might say as equals. Some might say it was more like a spare suitcase. Its blueish surface was obscured at the moment, though there were times whole galaxies spiraled across the shell. A few white specks peeked out as the villainess watched, as if stars were just appearing through a gap in the clouds. Morgana knew that there was a different world in the Precipice Shrine's belly, a world she had once descended into on a staircase carved of stone. A world, or maybe the absence of one. Wasn't that what a dungeon was? A perfect alignment, a once-in-a-lifetime chance never to occur again. During the event they had unlocked a "bonus round", a Wheel of Fortune as brutal as it was bountiful. They had torn stars from their companions to make that dream a reality. One prize door on the wheel had never opened-- since UNOVRCon, the rumor was that that unclaimed Cosmog had been the one who got away. She touched her lips. She'd tasted starfire, and heartsblood. She'd slain Celine for a chance at escape, torn out the last light in her eyes, and the celebrity had still sacrificed herself to save her. Go on, she'd said. "I suppose it's time for a lecture," Bergamot said. She was strangely subdued, as she often was when she was by herself. No Pokémon. No audience. Just herself, the void, and The Egg. "You're from this place, in a way. I suppose we both escaped, and that makes us connected.""But people died to get me out. Your conscience is clear." The villainess didn't budge. She didn't close her eyes. Her gaze was steady, flintlike. "She was just a celebrity Pokemon pun made of metaphorical stardust. But she's gone, and I'm still here."Saying "it's just a game" now rang false in every way. Why was that where she should draw the line? Just because Celine Dionyx wasn't hers, wasn't even a distinct Pokémon NPC? Because she was probably just a redundant part of her subconscious taken shape? Was that any reason not to still be shaken, more than a year after she'd felt the world fade to black and died in UNOVR for the first time? Chryssa didn't believe in any one reality. All other lives were equally insignificant to her. Expendable. Sacrificial. People, Players, NPCs, Pokemon, apparitions, plot devices. The only thing she could know was real was her own experience--perhaps that's why she valued her life so intensely. It was also the reason she tested it so rigorously. When you wanted to know where your world ended and another's began, you had to push your consciousness to its limit.
"Do you want to go?"Her voice was quiet. Hard. Eyes gray as ghosts, as stone, as fading starlight. The cheerful pink flowers that ringed the Precipice Shrine had grown cold and still as granite, their colors paled. Petrified. Like skipping a stone across a pond, she moved; first a step, then as raindrops on pavement, one after another. She knew no Starcatch waited for her and the egg on the other side, no other universe, no secret dungeon. Only a kingdom of dreams, ruled by a bird with a beard and the game's little sister. But how different could they be? |
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Bergamot Gristleborg
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Muddy Girl
Mythstar
Posts: 403
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Chryssa Glasgow
OOC Username: M00K
Arena Points: 37
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jul 25, 2024 11:42:18 GMT 9
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Bergamot Gristleborg
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Muddy Girl
Mythstar
Posts: 403
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Chryssa Glasgow
OOC Username: M00K
Arena Points: 37
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jul 25, 2024 10:56:17 GMT 9
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Bergamot Gristleborg
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Muddy Girl
Mythstar
Posts: 403
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Chryssa Glasgow
OOC Username: M00K
Arena Points: 37
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jun 5, 2024 18:52:51 GMT 9
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Bergamot Gristleborg
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Muddy Girl
Mythstar
Posts: 403
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Chryssa Glasgow
OOC Username: M00K
Arena Points: 37
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jun 4, 2024 21:47:07 GMT 9
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Bergamot Gristleborg
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Muddy Girl
Mythstar
Posts: 403
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Player Name: Chryssa Glasgow
OOC Username: M00K
Arena Points: 37
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Feb 8, 2024 17:22:12 GMT 9
"One second," said Morgana, planted in front of the sea of Caution Tape and orange traffic cones. She was scrolling through the inventory. "I'm sure I have a second-stage Pokemon somewhere. Surely." Surely. Surely her habit of running Piplup and Mudkip would not come around to bite her. Surely her own hubris would not rear its head now, when she'd only just arrived to the knockoff Tree of Worms.
It turned out she had nothing to worry about. "Gyarados!" she uttered, tossing her hair in relief, and sent out the giant purple worm. It undulated over the construction barrier, causing the Pidgey in construction hats to squawk in dismay and wing after it. "Rainbow, use... well, I suppose you don't have to do anything, really."
<Seriously?> roared the serpent, coiling its massive body to avoid pecking beaks and jabbing talons. <Why am I here?>
"Moral support? Or as a distraction, I suppose. Look!" There was a helpful ping as the UI showed a new Tower Prompt. "Keep doing what you're doing!"
<This is a work zone!> yelled one of the Pidgey, shoving a clipboard with work orders in Rainbow's face. The Gyarados swam forward, cramming the entire Pidgey into its cavernous mouth, and shot out the other side of the tree to deposit it as far away from the floor as possible.
NEXT PROMPT (39): [Tower] 5jZR5tVU1-501-50 |
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Bergamot Gristleborg
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Muddy Girl
Mythstar
Posts: 403
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Chryssa Glasgow
OOC Username: M00K
Arena Points: 37
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Feb 8, 2024 4:50:16 GMT 9
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Bergamot Gristleborg
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Muddy Girl
Mythstar
Posts: 403
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Player Name: Chryssa Glasgow
OOC Username: M00K
Arena Points: 37
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jan 23, 2024 18:39:08 GMT 9
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Muddy Girl
Mythstar
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Player Name: Chryssa Glasgow
OOC Username: M00K
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Jan 23, 2024 13:41:46 GMT 9
#s://file~garden/ZaK6ZBFYS2j2rOD5/Characters/chryssa-morgana~png She is surrounded, the shiiing! of steel and scales ringing in her ears until it resonates. Tones, aligning. Testing. Tuning.
Turning.
Morgana becomes aware of it as her perception opens like human jaws, human lips poised to scream, human eyes stretched wide. The sphere becomes fluid as mercury, its denizens moving so quickly that each form, each fin, blends seamlessly into one another. For a moment, Bergamot herself can not be sure whether she is not the one accelerating, transcending human limits towards an exponential state of being.
For a moment she is weightless, limitless, floating in a sea of sensory deprivation.
Calm down.
It's the sword again. It's in her hand, still sheathed, its eye still closed. We're in no danger here.
"That's right," said Morgana, recovering, "This is just a game, isn't it? I don't have to be afraid."
<The sword is silent.>
She touched down onto a path of iron dust as light broke through the illusion. She realized she was no longer underwater—air filled her lungs, though it had the same, uncanny sense of not-quite-realness. Like breathing oxygen through a mask.
Morgana, too, was not-quite-real. Or perhaps it was better to say Chryssa, here, was not-quite-Chryssa. She looked down to see Morgana's dress, Bergamot's gloves, Bergamot's high-heeled running shoes. Yet she knew, without reflection, without doubt, that she was in her own body.
The pain told her that.
She stumbled, as if the weight of knowing might snap her legs like chicken bones, and caught herself on the sword, breathing hard. Her eyes darted back and forth as her knees trembled, all of her weight resting on the leather scabbard like a strangely-shaped crutch. A cane. A spike, a lifeline, a third, essential limb that had always been part of herself, yet still belonged to someone else.
Keep going. It's just ahead.
Inch by painful inch, dragging herself like a rock climber up a vertical surface, she moves forward.
The twin serpents rise to meet her, living timelines, vast with possibilities. No—with histories.
In the red-tinted images she sees a Chryssa who walks on her own two legs, a Chryssa untethered. She sees a Chryssa who is free to do as she pleases, anywhere in the world. A Chryssa who networks, who performs, who triumphs. A Chryssa who could beat death, and God, and become something more.
"This is not my world."
Her eyes are gray as ghosts.
But it was once mine, murmurs the sword. We are the same. Our spirits, bound to steel.
In the flash of the mirror-bright blade, Chryssa sees the chair. Not just one. The foldable transit one in the back of the ambulance, its stainless steel rims tarnished by wear and tear. The electric one for old people at the grocery store, with its never-fully-charged battery and glittering shopping basket. The ultra-lightweight model for use around the house, decorated with keychains and software stickers.
"That's not my world either," Chryssa says, turning away. "Not because I can't walk. Because it has no meaning."
A world that rang false, another world that rang hollow.
"I choose my reality for myself."
She kicks off her heels and hobbles into the blue serpent's mouth, stumbling, breath hitching from the pain that numbs her joints like tongues of lightning.
"Here, I am unbound," Bergamot says. Her face is reflected from a thousand points, kaleidoscopic, as she picks up pace. Her legs strengthen, her bare feet stabilize. The pain fades as she leaves it behind, leaves fate behind, rejects the cruelty of the flesh in favor of swords and scents and Starcatches. "My mind wanders free. Isn't that enough?"
Muir whispers, Then free me too.
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