-{ M e l o c a n i a }-

[SHIVERS]

???: Do we remember anything from before we spawned? 
YAWN: You mean, do I remember anything from before I spawned?
YAWN: Nope! How could I?



???: It seems like we did it on purpose - why?
YAWN: I wanted to exist, of course! Wouldn't you?
YAWN: What an odd question, voice in my head.








???: Drink from the spout.
YAWN: That discolored magic water I just spawned in?
YAWN: Why don't I drink pool water, while I'm at it?
YAWN: No, I think I'm good on potentially being poisoned!



???: Sit down and kick our feet in the water.
YAWN: You sure are possessive of my body, y'know! And I only just got it.
YAWN: You could try being a little more polite! Either way, no time to mess around in the water.





???: Take a closer look at the symbol. Does it mean anything?
YAWN: Some weird squares! Means nothing to me.



???: Also: Touch the symbol. The symbol is flashy, I HAVE to touch it.
YAWN: ...I'll touch it, if it'll get me out of this tiny room.

???: Go even further. Lick! That! Symbol!
YAWN: ...You're hell-bent on me putting my mouth on things, huh?
YAWN: Nope! Settle down.









YAWN: Let's see here...

Yawn taps the symbol.


A dull tone pings,
like tapping a large crystal,
and the door parts in the middle, both sides sliding open.

YAWN: Easy.

They make their way through the door,
into another chamber, only slighter bigger than the last.

The door shuts behind them as they step inside.

YAWN: . . .



The mirrored water takes up the lion's share of the floor in this room,
though some of the indigo-patterned stone has risen up in the center to 
create a circular island, with a short stone bridge leading over to it from the entrance.

Concerningly, there are no other doors in the room.
However, in the center of the stone island, there's a floating, circular platform.


With nothing else to do in the room,
Yawn hurries over and hops up atop it.




The floor fades away,
along with everything else in the room save for the platform Yawn stands atop;
all of it is replaced by a black void with simple, colorful stars rushing past, 
as if the platform was rapidly rising.

YAWN: ...Probably not good.





Three pillars rise up around the platform in sequence,
each one containing a floating shape at the top.








A calm, angelic voice pours itself gently into your head . . .













 

These are Pippets.

One will help you on your travels throughout Melocania.
Most actions you choose to take will succeed or fail depending on your Pippet.
Your Pippet may know or see things you cannot, as well.

You will learn to depend on one another.

Please choose one to be your companion, 
and give it a name, for good luck.



[Twenty]
A standard choice for most Melocanians; possessing a fair range of outcomes.
Merely risking a rare chance of Critical Failure, or Critical Success.
The scales stay balanced, with a little luck.



[Six]
The s̵̲̈́a̵̧̽f̸̠̄ë̷̖́s̴̟͆ț̶̕ Pippet to bring along.
Its smooth curve of outcomes brings about ṋ̸̣̚ö̷̥̺ Criticals.
For those who wis̸̻̭̰̼̼̓̎h̵̺͚̫̩̟̹͊̉́ͅ ̸̰̬̠͎͔̿͛͑̋t̸̨͙̖̯̫͆̆́̂̿̈̚o̵̡̝͇͕̥͑̀̏̇̔ ̴̧̡̙͓̻̾̈͆̾̀̓̚a̷̡̡̼͚̲̯̤̓̂̏̆͠void grand failures ...and grand successes.



[Two]
For it is but a coin, it has only two sides:
Success and Failure. Both are Critical.
Unmerciful chaos awaits.







Choose wisely . . .

YAWN: "...Oh."
YAWN: I take it back.



YAWN: Hmmmm... Which to choose, and what to name it...