Remember I Had Mentioned Fate?

—      “Remember I had mentioned fate?”      —

i say this not to be like Young People Bad, but IMO there’s a very specific subset of Weird Internet Creators (mcelroys, neil cicierega, bdg, etc) that tend to have very young-skewing fans who don’t know how to interact with those creators appropriately and think it’s okay to make nsfw jokes or kin jokes or shipping jokes about those people, including saying that stuff TO THOSE CREATORS’ FACES during livestreams, and it’s like. i don’t know if those people just haven’t been in a lot of fanbases in the past or think that someone having a ‘weird’ persona is a justification for making weird kink jokes about them but

WIP of my first and biggest love. ^^

Inconsistent Ed

why you should participate in the cultural event of blaseball

do you like gambling with zero real-world consequences? collaborative storytelling? discord channels going so fast they crash? do you think sports would be more interesting if sometimes players switched teams midgame? do you want to personally dethrone god?

blaseball is a text-based RNG-based-mostly game, where twenty teams compete in the internet blaseball league. each season lasts one week, of ninety-nine hour-long games, which we watch happen in real-time scoreboard updates. on saturday are the playoffs, then on sunday is the election, where we all vote to, say, defy the rogue umpires and resurrect the first player to be incinerated. and then on monday the season starts again!

it is not up to us whether, on a game-by-game basis, our teams win or lose. as the fans, we have coins, and we bet those coins on games, and we use those coins to buy votes. with votes, we pick decrees and blessings, and remake the very foundation of the game according to our democratic whims.

at the end of the first season, we voted to open the forbidden book.

at the end of the second, we voted for peanuts.

at the end of the third, interviews. the fourth, alternate reality. the fifth, to dip the league in the blood bath.

now, the rogue umpires incinerate players. sometimes, peanuts rain from the sky, and swallowing one can be disastrous. players switch teams. players switch with their alternate selves. players steal opposing players’ blood.

the moab desert, and the moab sunbeams, were swallowed by the hellmouth. axel trololol’s arm was replaced with a literal cannon. wyatt dovenpart tore a hole in spacetime and now los angeles is infinite, unlimited, and post-scarcity. we angered the shelled one, and it trapped two players inside giant peanut shells.

so, to break character, blaseball is a RNG-based community-driven narrative game / storytelling event, where the devs give us player names and we create all other lore, and when we win enough coins we perform illegal necromancy.

it is so much fun, and the discord is incredibly welcoming, and you should pick team magic and vote for night vision goggles so we can give our werebear sunglasses.

further links in the notes:

Astarion, The King of Smirk.