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[MU] - JANUARY STORYTELLING / VOTING
In the solemn silence, it seems that the Storyteller has no commentary or insight to offer as to the latest developments. Perhaps they're concerned with the well-being of their fellow avatar, on Monsun. Perhaps they're absorbed in developing their security system further than it currently has.
Whatever the case, that does not mean that there is nothing to this Storytelling than the usual fare. Not so, this time.
Those of you who were with us for October's Storytelling may find this scene familiar - only, instead for four glistening pyres, it's only Three that rear out from the shadows, each glowing a different color. The strange material that domes them almost resembles worked steel, forming different patterns against their multicolored backdrops.
Beside each pyre is heaped a pile of sticks, colored to correspond to their respective flames. Hopefully it is clear that you must add your stick to whichever pyre you intend to vote for; though if you're confused, hopefully your fellow adventurers will be able to explain it to you.
This will, of course, decide your next island destination, and those abstracted renditions are all you have to go off of.
Once you have cast your votes, what happens next is purely routine.
It is time, once more, for you to tell a story. The setting will be familiar for oldcomers, and newcomers will recognize it from the introduction they received in their dreams. This too is a dream, and the ink-black dark is illuminated only by the bonfire surrounded by log seats. And seated around the fire are your fellow islanders, many of whom doubtless know the drill by now.
One by one, you will each have the opportunity to share your stories, as stories possess a certain undeniable power. Newcomers can tell whatever tale they wish, but for those who have been in LifeAftr for at least one Storytelling, only stories of their time in LifeAftr will count down the road. The story need not be long, or conventional, or even verbal; as long as the Storyteller knows it has been told, it will qualify. Those of the nonverbal persuasion have, as of a request issued by Ren (catpiper), an alternative means of telling their stories if they so choose, in the form of the Chamber of Glyphs.
If you prefer to keep your mouth shut, that's always an option, though you're more liable to benefit if you do. Perhaps you'd rather not relive any of your history, varied and variegated as it must be. Or maybe you're something of a compulsive un-truther, prone to embellishments and long, fanciful tangents. As long as the core of the story is true to its spirit, you are free to spin your tale however you like.
So choose well.
Whatever the case, that does not mean that there is nothing to this Storytelling than the usual fare. Not so, this time.
Those of you who were with us for October's Storytelling may find this scene familiar - only, instead for four glistening pyres, it's only Three that rear out from the shadows, each glowing a different color. The strange material that domes them almost resembles worked steel, forming different patterns against their multicolored backdrops.
[ ♆ ] The first glows a deep crimson, kicking scarlet embers into the dream-night air. Its pit sphere portrays a crowd of people in silhouette, heads bowed in genuflection - paying homage to some looping, many-coiled shape in the sky above.
[ ♆ ] The second glows a deep orange. Its pit sphere is worked into the shape of a looming mountain, with what might be some sort of village or ruin sprawled at its base.
[ ♆ ] The third's flames are a rich green. Its designs are most abstract; the starburst patterns that swirl across the metallic composition of its fire pit sphere could be explosions, maybe...or something else entirely.
Beside each pyre is heaped a pile of sticks, colored to correspond to their respective flames. Hopefully it is clear that you must add your stick to whichever pyre you intend to vote for; though if you're confused, hopefully your fellow adventurers will be able to explain it to you.
This will, of course, decide your next island destination, and those abstracted renditions are all you have to go off of.
Once you have cast your votes, what happens next is purely routine.
It is time, once more, for you to tell a story. The setting will be familiar for oldcomers, and newcomers will recognize it from the introduction they received in their dreams. This too is a dream, and the ink-black dark is illuminated only by the bonfire surrounded by log seats. And seated around the fire are your fellow islanders, many of whom doubtless know the drill by now.
One by one, you will each have the opportunity to share your stories, as stories possess a certain undeniable power. Newcomers can tell whatever tale they wish, but for those who have been in LifeAftr for at least one Storytelling, only stories of their time in LifeAftr will count down the road. The story need not be long, or conventional, or even verbal; as long as the Storyteller knows it has been told, it will qualify. Those of the nonverbal persuasion have, as of a request issued by Ren (
catpiper), an alternative means of telling their stories if they so choose, in the form of the Chamber of Glyphs.If you prefer to keep your mouth shut, that's always an option, though you're more liable to benefit if you do. Perhaps you'd rather not relive any of your history, varied and variegated as it must be. Or maybe you're something of a compulsive un-truther, prone to embellishments and long, fanciful tangents. As long as the core of the story is true to its spirit, you are free to spin your tale however you like.
So choose well.
OPTION FUCK YOU
But looking at these pyres and the sticks in their hands, knowing that whatever "choice" is made will just be more of the same?
Nah. Nah, fam.
Ed walks off to the side and kneels in the sand before an electric crackle of energy reforms a chunk of sand into a stone bowl with a simple cut out mural sticking up from the back in the shape of a middle finger. Then he breaks the stick over his knee, chucks it into the bowl, and walks off.
The statement there is fairly clear, he thinks.
this is not a vote
It looks like it's been cleanly severed. The finger is nowhere to be seen. ]
Also not a vote
Okay it’s blood. They wrote this in blood.]
YOU’RE NEXT
+1
no subject
+1
+1
no subject
+1
+1
+1
+1
This is one of those times.]
+1
A polite +1
no subject
+1
Let him be a lazy bum in peace and care for his own shit on one goddamn island.
+1
Let Allura say fuck.]