Ground Rules - All content created within this RP is considered fanon. - No participant must incorporate their participation into official canon or their fanon. - Both Overseers and Subjects must follow each Player's blacklist. - Harassment, such as malicious incorporation of blacklisted material, will be met with a zero-tolerance policy within the RP and may result in moderator action if sufficiently severe.
Now that the housekeeping is out of the way, let us begin. Spoilers are ahead.
The Maze Trials is a unique setting within Morbit, taking a distinctly experimental and dark tone at times that exemplifies the nature of Morbitian science. Within the Maze Trials, newly spawned TCPs are subjected to various trials to shape the TCP towards a particular role or purpose. This is exemplified by the Test Subject files. Found here and here.
There are two roles for characters to have in Maze Trials. There are Overseers; researchers and scientists, and there are Subjects; TCPs who have been spawned and placed into the trials.
In this RP, you will have the opportunity to serve both roles.
OVERSEERS Overseers will be designing each test chamber, defining the setting for the trial, and any puzzles, as well as a blacklist of things they wouldn't be comfortable writing about. They shall do so building off the prompt that the player behind the subject has provided.
SUBJECTS Subjects will be providing the character, the prompt, and a blacklist of topics you don't want the character to possibly interact with. And then taking their provided text chamber and writing the story of their character experiencing it.
STEPS
First, the subject will provide their character, prompt, and blacklist to their Overseer.
The Overseer will then take that information and design a test chamber for the character to experience.
The Subject will then receive that test chamber and ideally write a small short story detailing their character's experience in that chamber and the conclusion.
Additionally, Overseers and Subjects are welcome to collaborate on the short story, if they so wish, but the writing power/final say remains in the Subjects' hands.
Then the Subject shall become the next Overseer, and select a new subject from the list of applicants.
Additionally, Subjects are encouraged to record their trials, either the full story or a summary, within a profile similar to those of the canon test subject profiles. Feel free to post them here.
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Posted by: skinstealer - 10-15-2022, 05:54 AM - Forum: [MARKET]
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here you will find a collection of adopts for sale from the official team...updated fairly regularly! fair warning: body horror and gore potentially within! comment/DM the creator on discord to claim!
MORTIS
MAXIMILLIAN- 85 USD He/him, Anatomy Model Flexin "Maxi is a bookish sort, but no matter how much he tries to hide it, there's something sinister underneath his cozy sweaters and quiet words..."
KRONG- 70 USD She/Her, Gremlin "Krong likes to make backpacks out of her own silk- perfect for storing bottles of milk!"
MESSY- 90 USD It/Its, Rat Pockitt "I wouldn't cross Messy the wrong way- it's got a huge prankster streak!"
PRIME CUT- 45 USD He/Him, Mixed Morph Beatfox "When asked whether it's a dye job or the real deal, Prime just asks if people want to find out. No one takes him up on this."
LACKADAISY- 50 USD It/She, Mixed Morph Beatfox (Deceased? Scrap Ghost? Mutated? You decide!) "No one's ready to see someone ghostly stop by the local coffee shop, but Lackadaisy doesn't seem to care about causing a fuss."
COUNTESS- 45 USD They/Them, Mixed Morph Beatfox (+Blood Fever) "Countess would love it if you referred to them as a vampire- it suits their cryptic and regal appearance."
LATTE- 50 USD Xe/Xem, Mixed Morph Beatfox (Potential concept heritage?) "...that's real coffee instead of slime, but how can that be?"
COMORANT CURRANT- 80 USD Bug Fiend "Known for eating car leather."
The Head Robin- 35 USD Weapon Design (meant as an accessory/tool for a character, but you can do whatever you like with it) "A retro style witch piece collectors will adore."
welcome to my first interactive adventure story! here you will be in charge of where the story is taken, i may even somewhere down the line let other tcp's in and turn is into a role play!
click on the picture above if you want to get a closer look! cloud gazes out on the scenery of aspersions tundra, an icey wind glides by, almost feeling like a sharp grazing on the skin it was that cold. Standing under a now vacant cave entrance, cloud grasped her arms and sighed through her shivers. She was cold, alone and her spirit drained. A scavenging jackel lay behind her with a lifeless glassy expression of shock still on its face, evidence of clouds handy work in her werewolf form. Walking back into the cave, cloud sits down by the fire. Her expression twists from grumpy to concentration as she hunches over her ripped clothes trying to salvage what she can with a sewing kit. “Stupid moon, stupid night, stupid everything!” cloud pricks her finger which causes her to yelp. “Why can't people just leave me in peace, I don’t want to fight, I don’t want my curse to be used by the military. Why have you forsaken me Verity..” her mumbling echoes into the cave. Cloud ears flick and twitch to the sound of falling condensation. Being present always seems to bring her back in times of doubt, sometimes she thinks its verity’s doing. “Ok, I need to eat.” Turning towards the fresh Jackle carcass with dilated eyes. Without a second thought cloud starts to disassemble what was once breathing and beating. Her claws unsheathe and slice through skin, each rip becomes harder and harder. The muscle and flesh part with each pull and tear. With aching joints and stained hands, the fattiest chunk is placed onto the fire. Natures sounds flow through the cave, the winds are starting to pick up and cloud catches the barking of jackles. And.. beeping?? Maybe they are tagged by the local scientists, in any case the thought of tagged jackles makes cloud nervous, causing her ears to draw back. She listens closely to the patter of paws on crunchy snow. It gets louder. Then stops above the cave, barking turns to sniffing and cloud realises the meat is still cooking! “Dam it, what should I do? Face the jackles or put the fire out with the last of my water? If I don’t deal with them now, they may come back, but who knows how many there are out there.” this is where you guys come in, what should cloud do? A – face the jackles B – put the fire out and wait to see if they pass C – go further into the cave (sorry for the wait guys! there is mentions of gore in this just a warning) click on the image to get a better look! Cloud thinks quickly, getting cornered isn’t the most favourable of situations, grabbing her trusted combat knife and pistol she creeps outside. Her ears twitch to the slightest sound causing her to swivel, pistol pointed above the cave where sounds were first heard, but not a scavenger in sight? She lowers her weapon in a state of confusion. Suddenly, Guttural grumbles are heard from behind. 3 sets of Drool ridden teeth smack against bare gums, cloud turns sharply just as the first jackel pounces, missing her eye by an inch. In the process her gun is knocked from her hand. Adrenalin courses through her veins as she Shakelyretrieves the combat knife from her belt. With weapon in hand a coordinated swipe to the neck is delivered, the jackle pauses not really understanding what just happened, suddenly the contents of the neck burst like flood gates. A cocktail of bile and blood pool on the stone which makes cloud grimace. growling turns to panicked yapping behind her, but they stand their ground. Cloud bares her teeth in response, but this isn’t as effective as it would be under a full moon, the older jackel suddenly charges forward and pushes cloud to the ground, gravity forces the air out of her lungs as she fights the mass of fur that is now digging into clouds chest. A mixture of pain and urgency encourages cloud to push back, putting pressure on the windpipe. The jackel flails harder and harder and harder. Then weaker and weaker and weaker, then limp. With a grunt Cloud hauls the dead weight to her side. Silence fills the air. Cloud stretches for her pistol and shoots clean into the head of the last scavenger, causing it to jump. Then drop. Cloud collapses to the floor drained, the pain of the wound starts to become more intense now her adrenalin starts to come down. Shuffling towards the fire for more light, cloud notices the skin around the wound has turned red and puffy. The beeping has now stopped and the light on said collars turns a concerning red, clouds attention snaps back to her wound as her skin twitches in pain. “agh… I need to get this treated” cloud thinks about her options and remembers there is a village to the south that makes its income on combat tournaments, it’s a very rough place both they may have some basic medical care there. Another option is to the north, this goes more into the heart of the tundra and gets much colder, there is also a scientist’s base camp there. They will most likely have more advanced medical care there, but there’s also a good chance those are the scientists which tagged those jackels, and I don’t think they will be to happy to see you.
Another question coming up! Which way should we go? A – north B – south Is there anything we should say to either the scientists or locals, let me know! click on the image to get a better look! Cloud rests by the dwindling fire, eating a fill of her victory for energy. She contemplates which way to go and suddenly thinks about the discontent of the scientists, as opposed to the town who may be having trouble with the beasts aswell. Theres a chance bringing a trophy to the town will impress the locals, there may be a reward in it aswell. Cloud turns to the lifeless jackles, there expression is hauntingly tense. “maybe if I take some teeth and parts of there fur markings?” cloud ponders for a minute, then crouches down infront of the biggest one, pointing and snarling. “if you clamp down on my fingers.. I will break you jaw.. im threatening a corpse, what am I doing. Whats It going to do? Talk back? My god..” she shakes herself out of this ridiculous banter and grabs a hefty stick from outside. Cloud wedges the small log into the jackles mouth, wood splinters at the weight and reaction of the jaw muscles pressing down. Cloud knows she must work quickly on the teeth before they shut tight, with her knife cloud digs into the gum of the biggest tooth. Her knife wriggles its way to the root as the jaw starts to tighten, with a tear and pop the tooth darts to the floor. The same tense process is done for the next two, it only takes 20 minutes. The furs markings are much easier to skin, with some thread cloud rolls up the pieces of small pelt and ties them with said thread. Both pelts and teeth fit snuggly into her compact side bag. She uses half her water to put out the remnants of the fire, then looks into the cave one last time thinking “I wonder what would be down there...? oh well I should really get moving in case those scientists decide to track down their specimens.” Cloud starts her long trek through the bitter tundra south, the ground becomes swampier. Moss surrounds the now flat land; two hours have passed, and cloud is starting to waver. She scans the tepid climate for shelter, there seems to be history on this land. Flags with opposing symbols dot the plains, an abandoned tank is planted in the middle halfway into the mud. Cloud strolls through rotting spiked barriers to see an old shack emerging behind a boulder. “Perfect!” she chimes and marches towards it without even thinking about the consequences. The door swings open which causes cloud to jump back and reach for her gun, out comes a plump figured guidance type, meekly standing in the door frame smiling softly. Cloud is taken aback by this. “Who are you. Answer now or leave.” Cloud is sharp with her words. “m-my name is apollo... I came here to find you.” Apollos voice fits her submissive posture. “Me? Why. How do you know me? Iv never seen you before in my life.” Clouds tone is guarded, and she still has her gun cocked ready for betrayal.
“Im not here to trick you honest, do I look like the cunning type?” apollo is slightly put out by the sight of weapons, glowing in response. “fine. Say what you have to say then I will be on my way.” Cloud snorts “ok ok, look I know your going to the town to the south, show your strongest self to them and you will have a much easier time getting there respect, the locals respect power in all forms.” Apollo quickly spits out her sentence before cloud starts to walk, which stops cloud in her steps.
“how did you know I was going to the south town..? did the military send you?!” clouds guarded and aggressive, snarling.
“n-no! im not from around here, im from hoopla. P-please im a guidance type only here to help..” apollo is backed into the door frame by cloud, there is a silence in the air.
“thanks for the advice, ill be on my way now.” Cloud once again starts to walk away, but apollo starts to trot after her.
“please! Take me with you, I can be of big assistance to you.” Apollo sounds like a lost child, cloud sympathises with this in her own cold way.
Cloud thinks hard about her next choice, “what should I do? Trust apollo to act on her guidance instincts in my favour or carry on alone and leave her behind?”
This is where you guys once again come in, what should cloud do? Bring apollo with her or leave to fend for herself? You never know, she may be working for someone else. Do you want to take that chance?
Let me know if there is anything else you think we should consider!
Full Name: apollo's ray Nicknames/Aliases: appy Pronouns: she/her Species: Abstract Morph/Type: Guidance Age: 100 years old Apollo has the softest manners and kindest morals, but because of this she can be easily manipulated by those wanting to use her ability. this caused a sense of retreat in trust for society, apollo reacts drastically to being used, internal warning systems are set of and causes her to flee from the situation.
In her younger years apollo used to be an adviser for hoopla companies, but as the coorperations became more bloodthirsty with deathsports, apollo couldn't take this exploitation and escaped while she could. because of the constant battling with her ability, apollo makes spicy cured meats and alcoholic drinks in the town of getaway. Likes: appy loves jerky's such as spicy crocodile. she also prefers quite areas to bustling cities.
Dislikes: appy has a particular hate for food wastage, noisy places and distrustful people. Fun Facts: when nervous appy glows as a response. name of left: lilypad name of right:bluebell pronouns: they/them species:creature morph/type:twin age:20 lillypad is the more feminine of the two, but they are also the more dominant. lillypad often makes the calls on everyday desicions and mostly speaks first. they were taught this dominant attitude from a young age, they were bluebells protector from typical tcp's, because of their shared sense. bluebell see's the world as it is, a challenge for them to conquer. but because of this mild sense of purpose bluebell became a target, which is where lillypad comes in.
both twins work in the arcade of hearth from the city of ludicrous. they both finished their education by the age of 18 and dont know what they are going to do with their lives other than spread the teachings of wax.
likes: the teachings and history of wax, the restaurants and night life of ludicrous. luminous lighting of the city seem to have them in a trance. dislikes: inner city conflict fills them with anxiety. Full Name: cloud nine Nicknames/Aliases: cloud Pronouns: she/her Species: creature Morph/Type: werewolf Age: 35 years old a reliable quality cloud has is loyalty to those who are patient with her other quirks, including a short temper. she acts on her werewolf instincts which is one of the reasons cloud refused mandatory military service. an overwhelming urge to return to the wilderness always brings her back to the tundra, but she doesn't know why.
living in the zone of aspersion in the tundras, cloud works of the grid as a hunter for those having trouble with the predators and scavengers of the biome. this can be risky work and she has a few long-lasting scars to show for it. cloud moves around everyday, so the work she does is quick and pays in cash.
likes: has a soft spot for die hard loyal people, is abit of a gun and knife nut. dislikes: advanced technology and official figures of authority.
USERNAME: [CRYSTALLINE_DREAMS] REGISTERED: 9-9-314 PRONOUNS: they/them, mostly MOOD: Wistful STATUS: Offline ABOUT: Hey there. I'm a pretty friendly tcp, I like to think, but have heard I can be a bit reserved too. Just give me some time and patience when getting to know me, I do like to talk!
USERNAME: [SCRATCH_SNIFF] REGISTERED: 4-6-316 PRONOUNS: he/him or they/them, also all neopronouns. I mean A L L. MOOD: Sniffing about :3c STATUS: Online (chronically) ABOUT:
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USERNAME: [COMFY_COZY] REGISTERED: 4-6-316 PRONOUNS: it/its, they/them, du/dust/dusts/dustself, kit/kits/kitself, fox/foxs/foxself, probably other neopronouns, they're so fun!!! MOOD: Comfy uwu STATUS: ONLINE [Always.] ABOUT: Hello nice to meet everyone :3 I'm Comfy Cozy, but you can call me Cozy or Coze!
I do a lot of cleaning (I make a bit of a mess. . .), and love to do fun things online!
I'm. . . A HYBRID TCP! I'm a dust TCP and a fox TCP all mushed together into one! What does this mean? It means I clean up after myself, but I save those dust bunnies for. . . >:3c . . . Well. I won't spoil the surprise! nwn you'll all see soon enough!!!
I like to collect things! . . . All sorts of things! But most things are like. . . Things I can write on! Or write with!!!
Anyways, I wrote y'all a little poem!!! I hope you like it :^3
Never ever trust a fox TCP Everyone knows better than that Review what you've seen here Don't let it get past you!
TYPE: Botley PRONOUNS: They/Them OVERSEERS: [REDACTED], Professor Annex (writing), [REDACTED], [REDACTED], MODIFICATIONS: None TESTING NOTES: The standardized introduction led us to find a curious nature in this one…I have been assigned to their case as a result. Puzzled, as the name they chose for themself implies, loves puzzles and challenges. This is an excellent opportunity for us to study TCP problem solving and cooperation- especially in stressful situations. Puzzled is to be placed in trial chambers with mental teasers and well, puzzles, and to be given minimal predetermined rewards- I want to see what they choose on their own. After all, that is a puzzle in and of itself, is it not?
TRIAL CHAMBERS
[TRIAL 3] In this chamber (the first I am presiding over) , Puzzled was given a puzzle cube to work through. Matching the colors on each side lead to a door opening, revealing a new switch. Once every switch was pressed, they earned an impression and were allowed to return back to their room!
They are a very diligent learner. I can see why they were assigned to me. [Written here is a little squiggle- possibly a smiley face?]
Rewards: -Tangle Toy Questions: -What is a botley?
[TRIAL 4] Puzzled was introduced to another TCP, Angelo, in this chamber. They were required to solve a two-person button puzzle together, and while Angelo struggled at first to understand the task at hand, Puzzled was able to lead him through it and succeeded. However, once their doors were opened and presumably allowed to go back into their rooms, a maze raised from the floor and the two were separated.
Puzzled seemed upset by this, but managed to escape the maze far sooner than Angelo. They were even more upset by the fact that they couldn’t seem to help him, and returned to their room with a horrible mood.
Rewards: -Cell Phone Questions: -How do I find Angelo again?
[TRIAL 6] Another maze trial chamber for Puzzled. Even with the negative associations post-Angelo, Puzzled is excellent at solving these tasks, and seems to get a great deal of satisfaction from them. They’ve already figured out to stick to one side of the maze in order to find their way out, and we’ll have to add more obstacles soon.
Perhaps some harsh noise generators to scramble the senses…
This maze was full of twists and turns, and we kept things interesting by sealing and unsealing exits every time they got close. It did not deter them, however- and they managed to rush out right as an exit began to reseal, having figured out the pattern in which we were controlling things.
They seemed rattled by this challenge’s intensity, and requested a comfort object. I hope they enjoy the one I selected for them. [another tiny smiley]
Rewards: -Small Security Blanket Questions: -Can I have an easier one next? [Yes, yes you can.]
USENRAME: [CONTEMPLATE_THAT] REGISTERED: 4-2-316 PRONOUNS: it/its MOPD: VIBRATING EXCITEDLY STAUTS: Online ABOUT: HI EVERYONE!!!! ^w^ I go by That online, but you can laso call me Con or Contemplate, or any nicknmae you can think up! I love nicknames!!
My favorite things are video gaes, the internnet, and knitting. I like music nd art and making plushies. Sometimes I take plushee cmmissions! ^A^ My favrite smell is lemon, and my favorite color is neon green. No the other hand, I dislike petty arduments and hateful talk. I can't sntad sleeping, it makes me paranoid. x.x
I'm a typi typo TCP, but I try REALLY hard to slell things properly; if ou notice any typosin my text it's not me, it's my ability acting up >~< I can't control it well. I promise there's ZERO typose in this text as of posting!! It's ayyoning, because oftentimes on furoms like this one, it happens to whoever is talking to me too, so I'm VERY sorrry if my powers scamble your text ;w;
Thanks for reeding this far!! I'm escited to make friends with you qll!
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