Masa Con Papas - A Partially True Story

   

You are Charon Judgment. 
You're mostly a dog but probably not and you're about to play god. Book of Law, Book of Shadows, Book of Life, they're all about to get slapped. Now granted, what's about to go down shouldn't be much more than high definition smoke and mirrors but you like to think it's a lot more exciting and consequential. 


Your older "cousin" Geezer is over, one of many to visit town for the summer. Unlike most of the others he's staying with you and your Grandma. He's a bit nosy but you're confident he won't snitch and you've wanted to flex one of your little "chemistry" experiments. Play up the whole thing a bit, make a good impression and look cool to your peers. Besides, he's been quiet really for the most part. Maybe a bit too much. 

   

Charon: You're not going to ask anything?
Geezer: See I wanna, but then I'd be complicit.
Charon: If something goes down, you tried your best to save my soul.
Geezer: That... isn't real assuring.
Charon: It's all small scale and legal. 
Geezer: What are you even trying to summon here with that... potato homunculi? You gonna make a hair ghost come out of the screen?
Charon: That'd be nice, but nope.

   

He snickers at you. 
Geezer: Going to remember that when the sheriff gets called in.
Charon: You mean grandma? 
Geezer: Yep. Twenty-Five years without allowance. Fifth-teen with enough good behavior.
Charon: She's won't mind as long as I don't leave a mess. She won't know either.
Geezer: That's REALLY not assuring. For real, what's going on?
Charon: I'm trying to invoke the true form. 
Geezer: ....What?

   

Charon: Plenty of people talk about little bits of spirits left behind by remains right? Scraps, and shreds, and leftovers. In the right conditions, they're a way to convey the ideal of the inner self. The you that's stronger, the one that isn't in the body but in the mind, heart, and soul. Everyone has one in theory even if most will never get to see that happen right? That's where life goals are.
Geezer: Sounds like some kind of self help thing.
Charon: It's more than that! The you that you believe in... the you that you want to be... the you that you really are... the you that you're afraid until it's finally here... everyone's is a little different I guess and I wanna see what mine is. Maybe the truth, maybe the ideal, and maybe the envoy of the end itself... imagine it..

   

Geezer: So you're going to commit a crime against god?
Charon: Gods, plural. 
Geezer: Nice. Hook me up sometime with this setup and I'll keep quiet.
Charon: Mm. It's gonna take a bit of waiting so get comfy. You know where everything is?
Geezer: Yeah, going to grab a snack so hold up for me.

I have some ideas for stories set on Morbit. I don't know if I'll ever write them, but I feel like sharing them. Maybe they'll give inspiration to someone. Anyone else can also post their ideas in this thread if they want.

First one: Somewhere on Morbit, there's a zone, ruled by a god. This god is heavily involved in the governing of their zone, and they have to do a lot of work for it. There are also factions opposing them who are attempting to murder them. So, because of this danger of dying, they want to make sure their zone is cared for properly if or when they die, so they create another god to be their successor.
They raise this other god as their child, teaching them about what they will be responsible for and what they will need to do when they're in charge. But the younger god rejects these expectations that have been put on them, initially. The start of the story would basically be about the younger god's life, their relationships with other characters, their education, their exploration of the world and themselves, with lots of small timeskips. And the younger god would enjoy their freedom during their upbringing.
But eventually, they decide on their own that they are in fact willing to accept the responsibility of handling the zone, because they feel like they would actually do a good job at it. There are a few things they want to change about the zone, and they care for everyone living there and want to make sure they have a good ruler. Eventually, in the middle of the story, the older god ends up dying, and the younger god gets ready to claim the zone, but they hesitate for just a minute, reluctant to take the final step even though they're willing to.
And in that moment of hesitation, someone else claims the zone.
The other person doesn't show themself or announce their existence, so everyone keeps thinking the "appointed heir" was the one to claim it, and now they're stuck with a bunch of problems they'd never even considered the possibility of. Should they tell everyone they didn't claim it? Should they go on to be the ruler like they've been preparing for their entire lives? What if the person who claimed it has ill intentions? Do they even need to stay if they're no longer actually responsible for everyone's lives? Could they just, leave?
And since everyone now think they've claimed the zone, some people start trying to kill them as well.
So they have to do an investigation to try and find the person who actually claimed the zone without telling anyone except for a few people they trust, while still keeping up the appearance of being properly in charge to everyone else and also avoiding assassination attempts.
Eventually, they find the other god, and they sit down with them and have a long chat about responsibility, and ethics, and sacrifice, and the other god offers to hand the zone back over to the younger god. But over the course of their short reign, they've found out that they aren't really cut out for the task, and they decide that the zone is better left in the hands of the other god, so they simply decide to leave and explore the world.

Second idea: Somewhere on Morbit, a young child finishes their first day of school, finding it both exciting and terrifying. On their way back home, they pass by a TCP just as it spawns into existence. They befriend it, and together they bond over the experience of entering an unfamiliar world for the first time. The child walks home together with the TCP.

Third idea: Somewhere on Morbit, a completely new AI wakes up to existence inside a digital medium. They explore a bit, and the only trace of whoever must have turned them on is a note telling them to do what they want. So they just start screwing around on the internet and making shitposts.
This idea is less developed but i think it still has potential.

hey !

im rex / morgana ! aka adjobj / adjective object / furniture / Normal Horse. im 22 years old, and im weak for the colours purple and orange 

u prob know me from chat stuff already at least a little, but if u dont: im a freelance artist + music hobbyist and im real into petz ! 
im also the host of a polyfragmented DID system; youll see me around the most, but if anyone else decides to talk here, theyll sign their posts

yaaaaaay ?

So there's like,,,, 15 of us and that's a lot. We're the Sunrises (You've prolly met Eppie but there are mooore)

she/they pronouns are preferred here, if you're talking to us personally ask for pronouns/use the pronouns of the person fronting if you know 'em.

We're just.... meme garbage. That's all.

YEE- and I cannot stress this part enough- HAW

Welcome to my pile where I hoard all my morbit characters that aren't TCPs! Everyone is listed in the order in which thought of the character. I might need to revamp this though and put some of these characters somewhere else, but we'll see.
You can click on the small picture frames for a link to the full pictures!

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