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[A window pops up on everyone's bracers, forcefully installing the System Update that Sans and Sayori developed.
After it's finished loading, the messaging system pops back up, and a new message arrives. It opens without prompting, and a holographic figure projects onto the ground in front of everyone using a bracer.
The hologram is of what appears to be just a regular guy, some ambiguous schmuck. He's not particularly tall looking, wears a pair of big, black-framed glasses, his hair is mousey brown and trimmed short, and he doesn't even wear Faerun clothes.
He stands straight and confident with a smile on his face and his hands behind his back as he addresses the Reclaimers as if looking each of them in the eye.]
Hey! Hi! Hello there. Uh, wow, I gotta say, I wasn't expecting you to get through to me this way, but here we are!
That was pretty amazing.
Well, it's nice to finally meet you face to face! Or... face-to-hologram-projection-of-a-physical-manifestation. Hey! I'm your universe. That's right, the one you're living in right now! The one with uh, Faerun, and all the little folks running around there in places like Thay and Vista Virs.
You might know me as the Story. Some friends of mine like to call me Greg. It's kind of a little joke.
Uh, anyway, I know you're wondering why this conversation is so one-sided, and I'll try to field some questions at the end, but we kinda gotta make this quick, so, storytime! We've got— [he checks his wrist, which definitely does not have a watch.] — Just enough time for that.
Once upon a time, a small group of individuals got pulled throughout time and space, trying to fend off a pretty spooky-lookin' calamity. I'm talkin' end-of-all-worlds big. But saving worlds isn't easy, and more and more folks got pulled into a story and a struggle that was never theirs in the first place.
Those individuals found common ground and worked together to try and stop the calamity, and to reverse the damage it had done.
But despite their best efforts, it looked like they were destined to lose. Though they fought as hard as they could, a cult that sought to stop them from the beginning thwarted their plans and all of a sudden, magic, the hope they'd relied on all along, was snuffed out.
Cut off from magic and cut off from the planes, the heroes turned to each other and gave each other everything they had. They exchanged gifts of weapons, trinkets, armor; all in the effort of strengthening each other against the coming hardships.
As the nights grew colder, the calamity came upon them from the inside. The cult had found a way to plant a seed of doubt in their leader, and that doubt in herself consumed her, threatening to combine with the calamity that already chased the heroes.
None of them were counting on the fact that those heroes had made quite a few friends, notably detective Angus McDonald, a little boy of a particular kind. Those heroes were so kind to him, he'd do anything for them— even make a wish that could have been the end of him.
And so he did. He made a wish on a book that had captured a Relic's light, and that wish met up with all the other wishes those heroes made. Because you see, there's magic in hope. There's magic in love. And there's magic in a wish; Angus the dragon's wish; Lucretia, the cursed crewmate's wish; and yours, the wishes of stolen heroes. When the Relic amplified those wishes, I woke up.
[The hologram man grins even wider.]
I heard it.
I heard the hope in his voice and in yours and it reminded me of something really, really important.
It reminded me... that I really don't want to get eaten!
[The hologram man laughs, eyes crinkling behind his comical specs.]
I don't wanna end!
But see, the thing is, I'm just the story. I can't do anything myself. I had to figure out a way to get you guys all your power back. I realized that when Lucretia brought you here, pieces of your universes came with you. Those pieces became a part of me, including all of the magic that existed in you. With that magic, I was able to stitch the Weave back together.
In other words, we were able to fix the very fabric of magic's existence because of the magic that existed in you.
So I gave us more time by changing what time meant and brought you all here. If I stretched out time, it meant I could not only fix magic, but also take away Angus's entire memory of the thrall of the relic. I just... kind of took your memories of Candlenights, too.
Hey, uh, sorry, Angus, by the way.
The only problem with the whole idea was that in scanning some of the parts of your home, I downloaded parts that were eaten by the Hunger. They became like... vacant information, somehow, and the Islanders here called them "The Cursed." Since all those Hunger-copies really knew was searching for those Relics, they all gathered around the north side of the island, around the Relic that Angus used.
Now, I know that this still probably all seems like a lot of things that weren't your fault, but they sure are our problem. And like I said, I don't wanna get eaten. I'm sure none of you do either.
But I can't stop the Hunger without you.
You are the only ones that can turn this whole thing around. You are the little stars in my skies, the seams in the fabric that sews all your worlds together. You... are everything that makes me me, and I'm everything you bring.
Without you, I'm just... one big swath of space, a page that has yet to be written on.
So... are you ready to take the first step to stopping the Hunger?
((Greg will be open to receive tags (and answer questions) on this post/threadjack until Monday, but not all replies to this post are guaranteed to receive a response from him. You may use this post to speak amongst yourselves as usual, and may even be lucky enough to get responses from other NPCs!
On Monday evening, we will move forward with the CTA portion, starting with signups!))
After it's finished loading, the messaging system pops back up, and a new message arrives. It opens without prompting, and a holographic figure projects onto the ground in front of everyone using a bracer.
The hologram is of what appears to be just a regular guy, some ambiguous schmuck. He's not particularly tall looking, wears a pair of big, black-framed glasses, his hair is mousey brown and trimmed short, and he doesn't even wear Faerun clothes.
He stands straight and confident with a smile on his face and his hands behind his back as he addresses the Reclaimers as if looking each of them in the eye.]
Hey! Hi! Hello there. Uh, wow, I gotta say, I wasn't expecting you to get through to me this way, but here we are!
That was pretty amazing.
Well, it's nice to finally meet you face to face! Or... face-to-hologram-projection-of-a-physical-manifestation. Hey! I'm your universe. That's right, the one you're living in right now! The one with uh, Faerun, and all the little folks running around there in places like Thay and Vista Virs.
You might know me as the Story. Some friends of mine like to call me Greg. It's kind of a little joke.
Uh, anyway, I know you're wondering why this conversation is so one-sided, and I'll try to field some questions at the end, but we kinda gotta make this quick, so, storytime! We've got— [he checks his wrist, which definitely does not have a watch.] — Just enough time for that.
Once upon a time, a small group of individuals got pulled throughout time and space, trying to fend off a pretty spooky-lookin' calamity. I'm talkin' end-of-all-worlds big. But saving worlds isn't easy, and more and more folks got pulled into a story and a struggle that was never theirs in the first place.
Those individuals found common ground and worked together to try and stop the calamity, and to reverse the damage it had done.
But despite their best efforts, it looked like they were destined to lose. Though they fought as hard as they could, a cult that sought to stop them from the beginning thwarted their plans and all of a sudden, magic, the hope they'd relied on all along, was snuffed out.
Cut off from magic and cut off from the planes, the heroes turned to each other and gave each other everything they had. They exchanged gifts of weapons, trinkets, armor; all in the effort of strengthening each other against the coming hardships.
As the nights grew colder, the calamity came upon them from the inside. The cult had found a way to plant a seed of doubt in their leader, and that doubt in herself consumed her, threatening to combine with the calamity that already chased the heroes.
None of them were counting on the fact that those heroes had made quite a few friends, notably detective Angus McDonald, a little boy of a particular kind. Those heroes were so kind to him, he'd do anything for them— even make a wish that could have been the end of him.
And so he did. He made a wish on a book that had captured a Relic's light, and that wish met up with all the other wishes those heroes made. Because you see, there's magic in hope. There's magic in love. And there's magic in a wish; Angus the dragon's wish; Lucretia, the cursed crewmate's wish; and yours, the wishes of stolen heroes. When the Relic amplified those wishes, I woke up.
[The hologram man grins even wider.]
I heard it.
I heard the hope in his voice and in yours and it reminded me of something really, really important.
It reminded me... that I really don't want to get eaten!
[The hologram man laughs, eyes crinkling behind his comical specs.]
I don't wanna end!
But see, the thing is, I'm just the story. I can't do anything myself. I had to figure out a way to get you guys all your power back. I realized that when Lucretia brought you here, pieces of your universes came with you. Those pieces became a part of me, including all of the magic that existed in you. With that magic, I was able to stitch the Weave back together.
In other words, we were able to fix the very fabric of magic's existence because of the magic that existed in you.
So I gave us more time by changing what time meant and brought you all here. If I stretched out time, it meant I could not only fix magic, but also take away Angus's entire memory of the thrall of the relic. I just... kind of took your memories of Candlenights, too.
Hey, uh, sorry, Angus, by the way.
The only problem with the whole idea was that in scanning some of the parts of your home, I downloaded parts that were eaten by the Hunger. They became like... vacant information, somehow, and the Islanders here called them "The Cursed." Since all those Hunger-copies really knew was searching for those Relics, they all gathered around the north side of the island, around the Relic that Angus used.
Now, I know that this still probably all seems like a lot of things that weren't your fault, but they sure are our problem. And like I said, I don't wanna get eaten. I'm sure none of you do either.
But I can't stop the Hunger without you.
You are the only ones that can turn this whole thing around. You are the little stars in my skies, the seams in the fabric that sews all your worlds together. You... are everything that makes me me, and I'm everything you bring.
Without you, I'm just... one big swath of space, a page that has yet to be written on.
So... are you ready to take the first step to stopping the Hunger?
((Greg will be open to receive tags (and answer questions) on this post/threadjack until Monday, but not all replies to this post are guaranteed to receive a response from him. You may use this post to speak amongst yourselves as usual, and may even be lucky enough to get responses from other NPCs!
On Monday evening, we will move forward with the CTA portion, starting with signups!))
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[Wow, Greg's pretty.... specific.]
Listen, I get it. It sucks. Your whole life sucks. Honestly, your name even kinda sucks. And I know you want somebody to be mad at. I don't mind it being me.
But you gotta understand, I'm not a person. I am everything. I can't do anything physically, because I am just an independent personification of the very will of the universe itself.
So you and me? We might not be as different as you think.
[Yeah, like how actually both Leonard and Greg are equally uncool names???
Greg doesn't actually seem really angry saying this, though. The narrowing of his brow over the slightest smile is more challenging than scolding.]
But "Out of Here", the big here or the little here, ain't comin' unless you get Lucretia to stop becoming the Little Shop of Eldritch Horrors, and if you don't do it without offing her, you're gonna have to work a lot harder to get more of the information you're missing.
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Listen. Universe. Plane of existence. Existential crisis in a suburban dad costume.
There seem to be people who actually know what's going on here, know who she is, know why a baby voidfish is a big deal, are not terribly put off by the idea of a soul in an umbrella, and generally seem to have their shit together. Can't they just talk to her and figure out what her big fat deal is so she can eat a Snickers and chill out? And I can, I don't know, take yet another walk around the islands looking for whatever I haven't found yet since I don't know what I'm even looking for.
Or wait for people to get their brains hacked for more information. Apparently.
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[Hold up, wait a minute, record scratch. No, literally, there's a little record scratch as Greg mimes pulling back a record as though rewinding.]
Wait... Is this really about KV? You know Sans wasn't gonna hurt them, right?
I wouldn't let 'im. KV's personal information is all kept behind a wall, so no one else can tap into it. Maybe, you know, one last defense against the hunger.
[There's doubt in his voice; the genuine sentiment that he's actually unsure about that last defense bit specifically.]
No one can get in and change KV or Niely or anyone else here on this island. I just needed KV to carry some extra files I can't make words happen for.
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How am I supposed to know what Sans would and wouldn't do? Did he know what he was doing? Did he know what he was looking for? What if he gets in someone else's head--did you hide things in everyone with, with personality behind a firewall? Are the rest of us hackable while we're here on Metaphor Island?
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Well, no, I didn't make you. Or unmake you. All I could really do was see what makes you guys up and copy enough things to make something else out of it.
If there's anything out there like that.. And, well, I've gotta be honest, I still can't even tell you what the Hunger is like... and I couldn't ever explain the extent of magic.
I guess it'd be unfair of me to say it's impossible...
But do you really think Sans or Sayori or even KV themselves would?
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Well, maybe that's something you should talk to them about.
Y'know. If it bothered you.
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Weren't we talking about getting more intel so we can coax Lucretia out of her depression cocoon?
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Lucretia's your key outta the hunger's trajectory, and getting the relic's your key outta Baisla.
But if you guys have any other questions about it... I'll see what else I can't answer.
un: sans; text
and that was with them cooperating
if i decided i wanted to start hacking people left and right on my own
(and i'd definitely be on my own there)
who knows how long a process that'd be?
sounds like way too much work
especially 'cause what would i even want with what's in your head?
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it's probably better to just not think about it too much
ain't like there aren't a hundred other things going on anyway
[Avoiding your problems is always Sans's strategy.]
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Kinda thought there were way less than a hundred, but the universe personified is making me think that's a more accurate number.
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