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- ✖ undertale: sans the skeleton,
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August Intro: You Think...You Wink...You Do A Double Blink...
INTRO LOG: AUGUST
Who: Everyone!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr.
When: August 3rd
Where: Ensō
Warnings: Mark as needed!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr.
When: August 3rd
Where: Ensō
Warnings: Mark as needed!
Part I: Get Wrekt
You rouse to a splash of sea salt drying on your skin. A haze of glass-white sand glitters in your vision, dappled by lush palms and thick, curling foliage that disappears into a jungle of deep jade. From behind, crackling wood and sawing rope groan from a mangled life raft ran ashore. A petering wash of tide over pebbled sand fills your ears as you struggle to gain your bearings in a vast portrait of tropical color…
No...no, no, that’s not precisely how this story starts.
Why don't we start over?
You rouse to a splash of sea salt, spraying across yourself and the wooden floor beneath you as it breaks across the edge of the platform. The light as it dances across the sea is blinding, dappling white spots across your vision as you slowly come back to consciousness and realize that - this is not where you last remember being.
The middle of the ocean is likely not a place most recall being at all. As you struggle to fully comprehend the new scenario in which you have found yourself, three things become quickly apparent. The raft you find yourself upon barely constitutes as something that should float, never mind a boat. In the distance, perhaps a few hours away at most, a large island beckons to you, a wide strip of beach surrounded by cliffs making it very clear where the most fortuitous of directions shall be.
Lastly, of course, you’re not alone. Hopefully your new companion(s) are just as keen to get ashore before nightfall as you, or voyaging together will not be the most positive experience. At your side you will find a knapsack, one to every member of your raft party, and upon inspecting its contents, you will discover any rewards you may have accrued - as well as a few other items to give you a fighting chance.
A note to those who participated in the Test Drive Meme: those threads, if all parties involved would like, can be game canon in the form of dream-like memories involving a place very much like this one, though the layout is considerably different.
Part II: Choose Your Own Adventure
By fortune (or misfortune, as it were), you eventually find your feet meeting sand, blessed shore to stagger upon as you shake off your newly found sea-legs. There are those that may find this place familiar, as though it appeared in a dream, though the expanse of shore certainly seems larger. The beach stretches off into the distance on both sides, curving around sharp ridges and cliffs, mist obscuring the view the farther along it goes.
So here you are. You’ve found land. Company. Supplies. The sun is now beginning to trek rather low upon the horizon…spending the night outside in such an unfamiliar land is unappealing at best and outright dangerous at the worst.
There is one silver lining in the midst of this mess. Directly ahead, the beach curves up a gentle slope until it meets forest, some manner of building visible through the trees. Further exploration of this area will reveal a dilapidated building of sorts; the architecture is indiscernible to even the most skilled eye. Despite looking as if it has seen better days, there are areas that offer some form of shelter...and who knows what else. Just because it appears uninhabited doesn’t mean you won’t wind up pleasantly, or unpleasantly, surprised.
So what shall you do from here, traveller? There is land to be explored, strangers to meet, friends to reunite with. Supplies to inspect and plenty of questions in need of being said aloud. Choose your path, make haste, and above all else: survive. And whatever you will, take heart.
Your story is about to begin anew.
Feeling a tad adrift? Make sure to check the Locations Page, which has details regarding the starting areas and a handy map for those who feel better with a bird's eye view!
( CODED BY BOOTYCALL )
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Yeah, I kinda figured you'd be in the same boat... so to speak. Seems to be kind of a staple in situations like these. Unless we've actually kicked the bucket an' this is some kinda afterlife. Which I doubt.
[He can't quite keep the bitterness out of his voice.]
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Mm, I can't say it seems terribly likely to me, either- I suppose it's not impossible, but I wasn't doing anything unusually lethal before this all started.
I admit to being unfamiliar with these kinds of situations, although one or two other people I've met here have mentioned having similar misfortunes previously. Anything in particular I should be worried about?
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[Wade decides to let that "lethal" comment slide-- anything he says would only complicate things for the moment, and he's pretty sure they both have bigger fish to fry. Speaking of which...]
I'd say your first order of business should be to get yourself some decent food and water sources. Things seem a lot less dire when you've got a full stomach, take it from me. Last place I was in wasn't exactly what you'd call hospitable, know what I'm sayin'?
[It took about a year and a half and some magically-infused weight gain supplements before he'd been able to gain back the 90 pounds he'd lost through sheer malnutrition.]
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I've been scouting around for any helpfully edible-looking plants and the like.
So far I've found some decent seaweed, a bit of shellfish, and a fair amount of coconuts. Water I've had less luck with, but I was mostly sticking to the outer edges of the island before trying farther in, so there's likely some there.
The bag I woke up with did have some water in it, and various other supplies, but I'd rather not rely on... questionable generosity.
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[The list of scavenged items earns a skeptical eyebrow raise as Wade leans forward, as if to better hear and thus better understand what she's just said.]
Uh... 'scuse me if this is, y'know-- an offensive question, but uh... you're a spider-lady, yeah? Like, a real spider-lady, not just one who dresses up in spandex and fights crime an' stuff. Doesn't that mean you eat insects or drink blood or whatever? Why would you need plants and stuff?
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I can't say spandex has ever really been my style... but no, I'm not offended.
[She's also not entirely sure of his definition of crime fighting- the last time she tried to go after someone she thought was a killer turned out to be a very large mistake.]
I am, specifically, a spider monster. Which means that while I do have a great many arachnid qualities, I'm ultimately more magic than I am biology. An omnivorous diet has always worked perfectly well for me.
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[Wade doesn't really know the difference, but he supposes that the fact that she's talking and wearing clothing and standing upright sets her apart from regular spiders. Just like someone else he knows, actually-- and the thought makes him blink in realization.]
You mean like my buddy Sans? He's a skeleton monster, apparently.
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[Muffet seems amused at the thought, but not terribly surprised.]
Yes, he and I are both from Mt. Ebott. We've met occasionally, although we're not particularly close.
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Heh. Small world, huh? I met Sans about a year or so ago, in a place called Sol Raveh. He's, uh... he's a good guy.
[Understatement of the century there, and Wade punctuates it with an awkward clearing of his throat and a change of subject.]
So! Mt. Ebott, huh? What's it like there? I don't think Sans ever told me a lot about where he came from.
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[Something about it sounds vaguely familiar, in the same dreamlike way she recognizes Wade's appearance from before, but the thought is gone before she can examine it further. Fortunately, he just provided her with the opportunity to talk about herself, which is always nice.]
Well, as you may have guessed, it's a mountain. Or, rather, a large and complex series of cavern systems underneath a mountain that we've spent the last couple millennia hollowing out carefully and turning into a functioning kingdom. I... assume Sans explained the Barrier to you?
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[No more to be said on that, for the moment. He's already fixated on what Muffet has to say about Mt. Ebbott, and surprisingly it's something he's vaguely sure he's heard before. Had Sans told him about it? He can't remember, but it must have been him. There was no one else other than Papyrus who came from that world, and he's fairly sure Papyrus hadn't gone into such a serious topic.
It must have been Sans. Who else could it have been?]
He didn't tell me much, but somethin' about... how you guys were trapped down there? And how you needed a human soul to break the Barrier? Somethin' like that.
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Broadly correct, yes. Humans and monsters used to live together on the Surface, millennia ago. One day, people discovered that a person from one species could absorb the souls of members of the other species- and that monsters had a much greater advantage in that, since human souls linger in this world after death for far longer than ours do.
This fairly quickly devolved into humanity declaring war on monsterkind. We lost. Badly.
The few survivors were herded into a mountain and trapped there by a magic spell, the Barrier. Anything could enter, but only someone with a powerful soul- equivalent to one human and one monster soul together- could leave. And it would take the power of seven human souls to shatter the Barrier completely. A great many ways were suggested to deal with this. Almost all of them were very bad ideas.
[Sorry, Asgore, she thinks you're still a sweetheart but she also really hates your stupid plan.]
Eventually, the Barrier was broken, in a way that thankfully allowed us to form a more peaceful coexistence with humanity again. The fact that they'd forgotten we actually existed at some point the last couple thousand years probably helped.
[Monster history, the short version. Muffet is nothing if not efficient.]
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A child who'd died.
Wade feels a strange ache inside his chest, as if his heart had been bruised. Sympathy, no doubt-- for the child who'd had too much responsibility placed upon them. No one that young should be forced to be anyone's savior.
Wade straightens, and hides his troubled thoughts behind a coy grin, as if he's caught Muffet doing something unruly.]
Thanks for the history lesson. But you haven't exactly answered my question, missy. What was it like, living there? I mean... were there shops? Theaters? Strip malls? Sans never really talked about his home all that much. Hell, all I know is that he lived with his brother Papyrus, and that's only because I met the guy.
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[When Wade grins she smiles back, sweetly shameless, and counts off the answers on her fingers.]
In order- yes, I ran one myself, a bakery; yes, although Mettaton kept buying the place out to run marathons of his own films; sort of, we had marketplaces that served the same function as strip malls but, frankly, smelled much better and were far more tastefully decorated; and I know less about Sans' home town in particular than I do some parts of the Underground, because he decided to live in Snowdin and I like to stay in the warmth like a sensible person.
[Some of us don't like to hang around in the frozen ass-end of nowhere, okay? Admittedly actual, literal lava isn't much more hospitable, but she considered it the lesser of two evils.]
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Well I mean, I guess it helps that he's got no skin? Can't really feel the cold without it, y'know.
[Aren't spiders impervious to cold too, though? Wade remembers reading about something like that during one of his all-nighters on Wikipedia. He decides against bringing it to her attention, though-- she's obviously not like any conventional spider he's ever come across... spandex-wearing crime-fighters included. There's a certain familiarity to her description of her home that pings something with him.]
But seriously, I'm gettin' pretty big deja vu vibes here. I mean, s'not like... exactly like your situation, but this whole thing is starting to sound a lot like what mutants have to go through back at home.
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[Poor Ice Wolf, standing out there without any pants on.]
[Let's face it: monster biology is weird. Besides, even if the cold wouldn't harm her as much as the average, smaller spider monster, that doesn't mean it's fun.]
Hm. Do you mean mutations as in, say, albinism? Or is this a different meaning my world isn't familiar with?
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[He doesn't bother to elaborate on that. Shitty movies should be left for the most part unknown.]
"Mutants" are what we call people with special powers. Y'know, like laser eyes or talkin' to animals or the ability to fly. They're in the minority back in my world, so unfortunately they're treated like second-class citizens. Or Barry Bonds after the whole doping fiasco-- y'know, tryin' to pretend they don't exist.
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[Muffet nods sympathetically, regrettably familiar with how people can treat those they find strange and unsettling.]
I don't believe we have mutants as you define them in my world- at least not in the modern day. There are records of humans who had magic, ones that date back to before the War, but somehow humanity seems to have collectively lost the ability at some point in between the end of the War and the present day.
We're not sure how, since none of us were actually there at the time, but I'm given to understand that it was always an extremely rare trait even back when humanity was at the height of its' magical knowledge, so the current leading theory is that a few too many magical bloodlines died out over the years, and there just weren't enough left to pass on whatever the necessary trait was.