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The original short chapter for ya'll wanting more context. Or not, things will try to fill in major details regardless.



You are Lex. You're old enough to drink but still are afraid of the harder stuff. You invested in a stay at home job managing inventory for a experimental online bookstore service, and the mailman won't let you depression nap in peace. You quietly pray that he'll let you enjoy your Sunday but he keeps knocking on the door. Wait.



It's Sunday. Why is he delivering mail on a Sunday? Oh my god it keeps on going. After slamming for 20 minutes you should have figured he wouldn't cave. It probably isn't even the mailman actually. Shoot. You only get to swear once a day so you're saving it for a moment that matters. Learning to clean up your language to look proper used to be hard but people value when you say fuck more.



Getting out of bed was a bit of a loud fumble.
You lumber toward the door after putting on a jacket to downplay that you're still in your PJs. The knocking's died down, they probably heard you trip.



As you turn the knob open and pull the door just a tiny creek a arm slams through holding a letter right to your face. Looks like a govern hired construct. You practiced all of your life for this.

???: Alexandra Rambo, I have a crucial little message for you today.
Lex: You do? 
???: Yep. I'm here by the request of a Dorthy Coil to be her partner in a formal ranked duel. She was challenged by a Mr. Wallace J. G. who is quite aware of your condition and has agreed to majority cover material and medical fees should they come up. 

Dotty would never just pick a fight like that so it's gotta be big. Part of you feels a bit warm and fuzzy that she picked you over someone much more well-versed. Maybe. You should check.

Lex: Just curious but... was I her first choice?
???: Only one she asked for. Now I wanted to give you more time to prep by popping in at 2PM but you sure took your sweet time so now instead of a hour you got less than half.
Lex: Yeah.. that's on me there. It's not too far, right?
???: It's in the area, I'll cover transportation even though it's not my job but just this once because you seem like a good person from what your friend's said.
Now you really do feel fuzzy.



The envelop has a fancy little old time feeling wax seal, probably from some kind of nobleman type. There's a little figurine of a "paletero" tapped to the front. Weird but it makes a statement.

???: You're actually qualified to try a new supplement believe it or not! With your arm mostly recovered but not quite, we got a little something to give you back your strength for this duel, it's a high end mod.
Lex: Wait, really?I don't really need it-
???: Yes you do.  Now I know I'm supposed to be a neutral party in this and all but in the state you're in combined with your middling ranking as a duelist? You're at pretty high risk of getting seriously hurt.
Lex: Is it a quick install?
???: Yep, especially for folks of a more organic nature like yours. We can talk more on the way there about it but for now I need to know if you'll fight or not.
Lex: Yeah! I mean, of course right?
???: Heh, of course. Now I'd say change into something a little more dignified but I don't think you got the time so just put on some nice shoes and grab a big stick.

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I wasn't originally planning on using this forum that much, since I wanted to focus on other projects, buuuuuut then I had to move those other projects here. So!

I'm knux, i'm 19 human years of age, i use he/him even though i don't really give a shit about gender as a whole, and i make Arcade Session, the TCPDex, and a handful of other miscellaneous projects i'm probably neglecting right now. I also do general pixel art for both myself and others, and i'm a huge bionicle nerd.

if you try to tell me that anyone other than tony stark is the best character in the MCU i can and will fight you

also i main greninja in smash, feel free to challenge me anytime

THE FIRST PORTION OF THIS QUEST IS MISSING FROM THE FORUMS DUE TO TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES! IF YOU'RE NEW, I'D STRONGLY RECOMMEND READING THE MSPFA MIRROR TO GET CAUGHT UP, OR USE MY SHODDY GOOGLE DOCS ARCHIVE OF THE DELETED PORTION. THANK YOU FOR READING!!

DISCUSSION THREAD

The screen flickers momentarily, as if the power went out for a split second. You feel... Different. You quickly shrug it off and remind yourself of what you were doing. You're leading Echo on a rescue mission of sorts to locate Topaz, the canary you spawned for her. Along the way, you met Clemont, a mysterious but friendly TCP with a pitchfork, and... whoever this is.

So... What do you think of Clemont, Echo?

He's... interesting. He seems friendly, but careful at the same time, I think? I'm not sure yet.

Once you arrive, you're greeted by a familiar voice.

Ah, there you are. I was wondering if you'd show up.

The structure appears to be a wooden door set into the stone wall.

You don't recall seeing anyone like this before, but you do recognize the voice as the one Clemont was talking to while you and Echo were eavesdropping. You tell Echo to apologize for being late and to ask how long they were waiting. Echo seems confused, but does so.

Sorry I'm late! How long were you waiting for me?
You'll have to forgive my attitude... It's been a stressful day and we weren't expecting so many visitors. To answer your question, I haven't been waiting long. I was wondering if you would also pay us a visit after I heard you talking with Clemont outside.
You know Clemont?
I only met him a few minutes ago, but yes, I suppose I do.
Oh! Well, my name's Echo!
Orkahm. Nice to meet you.

Orkahm steps forward and offers his hand to Echo. It takes you a moment to realize Echo doesn't know what shaking hands is, which would explain why she's just sort of standing there.

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