A young man enters his room with a sigh, with his dearest sister by his side. Today, the 23rd of November, 2022, is the day this young man begins his much needed break with his fellow friends and sessionmates! At least, most of his sessionmates. What will the name of this young man be?

Awain Merhairt

Awain.

Ccclose enough! Getting out of the way, you take another deep breath and assess everything that's happened so far. Your name is ALAIN MEIRHART. You ended the world, finished your game of Sburb in another session, and nearly had claimed your final reward until it was stolen from you by a MAD DEMON on a quest of destruction. With your friends in tow, you moved to this NEW TIMELINE made from your SCRATCH DEVICE, and went on a small break on hopes to have escaped to a timeline without any worries of SBURB EVER HAPPENING. Not that your worries ever escaped you. You sigh and flop down onto one of the beds, as your friend throws up in a paper bag in the kitchen... You have several interests! You have a keen eye for NOVELTY ITEMS and collect old trinkets and objects. You're a bit of a NOSTALGIA NERD, and you can't help but indulge in the classics every once in a while. You also like to play ROLEPLAY GAMES (RPGS) and enjoy PHOTOGRAPHY. You love to save the moment. As a result, because of recent developments, you can't help but wish that some things would take a pause. What will you do?

Your name is MARIGOLD ABELLA. With your friends, you went on a long adventure and won your game! But had your goal stolen from you last second. You can't help but scowl at the thought of that MAD DEMON. You came to this new SCRATCHED TIMELINE with your friends in hopes to escape the being, and hope to god that you can all stay like this comfortably at least for a little while. You have a few keen interests! You enjoy looking into the ideals of PHILOSPHY OF SENTIENCE AND UNDERSTANDING and as such have dedicated your life to pairing it with your interest in MECHANICAL DEVELOPMENT AND TOY-MAKING in your quest to make a truly SENTIENT ROBOT from your own hands alone. Along with that, you also have a tad bit of an interest in WESTERN CULTURE and AGRICULTURE--as you had grown up on a farm above your mother's LARGE UNDERGROUND LABORATORY. You love to develop and create, and allow your imagination to flow by using the tools at your disposal alone to create anything at all that ever comes to mind. What will you do?

Your name is APOLLO. You are throwing up. Yeah, you like things. That a foreign concept? You're a bit of a SOFTWARE GEEK and can't help but enjoy coding and working with your friends of various projects to help DEVELOP THINGS. On account of your short patience, you've grown an IRONIC INTEREST IN DISDAINING AND EXPRESSING YOUR DISDAIN OVER WAITING. You're a very self aware person and you think you know more about yourself than anyone else. You have a small, hidden interest in MUSIC but never got into it on account of your previously mentioned lack of patience. Over time, you have been slowly learning more and more about the world around you, and hope to one day at least understand the people around you too. You at least hope you can do that. What will you do?

Apollo dips to the #deck.

Space.

Time.

The cold.

The soul.

For years, these concepts lie in the back of everybody's heads. For everyone is bound to suffer these aspects emotionally at some point in their life.

The coldness of others. The pressure of time. The claustrophobia of space. The relief of pain through the soul.

Alain passes Marigold the bong as the group laughs gently with each other. Smoke fills the room and hotboxes all of the inside.

FFFFFAAAAT RRRRRRRRRRRRIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Marigold takes a fat rip (OF THE BONG!!!!) and barely even sputters a cough. She blows the smoke in the air and makes it into rings that she puffs out.

BLRBRLLLRBLLRBBRBRLRRBLBRRLBLRRL

Somewhere, Jared sheds a single tear. He knows not why, but he feels a great regret in his soul.

As Apollo gets the bong, he talks.

He snaps his fingers.

Apollo proceeds with the hit.

George

Marigold: Who?

Who what?