Bowling Ball Head

Feather
...
maybe the hawk thing was some kind of devine irony. Oh and speaking of hawks, your child is awake it seems. Make sure they get some soup as well.

>>1097098
"Mom My but i have been called Little My as a nickname"
Moomin troll's for the win

Pigeon, Pidge for short
Since our adventure started in a hawk's nest, and we're built like a prey animal.

Pidgin

name is MIDNASTER

rolled 1 = 1

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1. Spite
>>1097100
2. Feather
>>1097108
3,4. Pidgin/Pidge
>>1097131
>>1097132

MIDNASTER 2024/09/08(Sun)01:35 No. 1097157 ID: 4591f8
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Truth be told, you had been saving up your name slot for when you start a quest, but if you are going to interact with Treachery, not having a name is going to be increasingly problematic.

So, you introduce yourself.

Spite (You): "My name is Spite."

Treachery: "Oh, of course. You're Spite. I'd recognize that name anywhere."

Spite (You): "I... uh... came up with it just now. Do you know someone else named spite?"

Treachery: "No."

Then-
CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP
The baby hawk is hungry. Maybe we could give it a name sometime.

bird wants soup

Give bird soup first, and a name later.

>>1097157
its tradition to not name children before they are a year old in most cultures as its uncertain they will make it so SOUP FIRST even if you need to pour bowls into there mouth or spit it into there mouth like a mommy bird

Can you feed her some worms?

Pour soup in birb

Feed the bird before it eats us all!!

>>1097166
same person again i realized Spite is just Spit with a E? do we spit soup in mouth as birb cant sip

[1/5] MIDNASTER 2024/09/14(Sat)01:10 No. 1097379 ID: 4591f8
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> bird wants soup
>>1097163
> Give bird soup first, and a name later.
>>1097165
> SOUP FIRST even if you need to pour bowls into there mouth or spit it into there mouth like a mommy bird
>>1097166
> Pour soup in birb
>>1097171
> Feed the bird before it eats us all!!
>>1097180

The soup is technically immediately available but Treachery seems to be troubled by the notion of drinking it straight from the pot right now.

Treachery is helplessly attempting to explain to the newborn bird that the potted soup is too hot to drink, as the chick remains shaking the house with its bustling chirps.

The chick is just going to have to wait for it to cool down like everyone else, though. When that time comes a ladder may need to be involved.

Trophallaxis, i.e. mouth-to-mouth feeding, comes to mind with such a young bird, but your mouth is ambiguously small for that.

Amongst the noise, you remember that you still have a dream to chase.

[2/5] MIDNASTER 2024/09/14(Sat)01:10 No. 1097380 ID: 4591f8
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While that is happening, you take a peek outside.

[3/5] MIDNASTER 2024/09/14(Sat)01:10 No. 1097381 ID: 4591f8
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Oh. There's the spot where you and the egg landed. And your tears. -You mean your 'special activated ability.' It's just past the door.

Beyond your crater, you can see your trail, though a few sparkles may have faintly faded. You might want to get going if you want any sense of where your home is.

[4/5] MIDNASTER 2024/09/14(Sat)01:10 No. 1097382 ID: 4591f8
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Also, if all that stuff is all there, then that must mean...

[5/5] MIDNASTER 2024/09/14(Sat)01:10 No. 1097383 ID: 4591f8
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...You're just down here.

Maybe if you hug the bird for a bit it'll be quieter.

oh neat, it looks like the hawk is back.

that baby needs to be fed or it's going to give away your position.
Do you want to follow the trial? If your house doesn't even have a bed it doesn't sound like you have much to go back to. Why not start a quest of parenting this chick?

MIDNASTER 2024/09/19(Thu)21:49 No. 1097575 ID: 4591f8
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Hawk: "TSEE-EEEEEEEEE-ARRRR"

The call of the bird shakes you to your core. She was bound to be back at some point.

You really, really want to get back home and start a quest. However, as much as it wrings your heart, there is a real possibility of a vengeful hawk reclaiming her chick and tearing you to shreds.

It is likely a safe bet to stay put for the night.

> that baby needs to be fed or it's going to give away your position.
> Do you want to follow the trial? If your house doesn't even have a bed it doesn't sound like you have much to go back to. Why not start a quest of parenting this chick?
>>1097398

It also appears that the feeding situation has been graciously handled by Treachery (ladder, soup bowl).

Just the past few minutes have been twisting your stomach about your lackluster home life, insofar that just a blanket and ladder have shown Treachery to be wealthier than you.

Maybe your quest can wait, and you can rear this chick in this safe little shelter.

Spite (You): "Um, Treachery?"

Treachery: "Hello."

Spite (You): "Is it alright if I stay here?"

Treachery: "Well, you are standing where you are. 'here,' perhaps. You tell me if that's alright."

Spite (You): "This is your house... right?"

Treachery: "Ownership is a social sense, like money, beauty, justice, trust, and gender."

Um. Alright.

You might want to help feed the bird so it imprints on you and not treachery

Well if he doesn't own anything take his hat and don't return it.

Well if this is everyone's house then he won't mind if you start decorating.

[1/3] MIDNASTER 2024/10/01(Tue)02:22 No. 1098078 ID: 4591f8
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Night falls on the garden. You're going to have to wait until morning to decide to follow your trail.

[2/3] MIDNASTER 2024/10/01(Tue)02:22 No. 1098079 ID: 4591f8
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You take Treachery's ambiguity as an invitation to make this house your own.

You notice a stockpile of boxes towards one end of the room. You make your way over and Treachery does not stop you.

The day's labor weighs heavy on you. This is going to be the last thing you do before you take a nice (non-concussive) snooze.

[3/3] MIDNASTER 2024/10/01(Tue)02:22 No. 1098080 ID: 4591f8
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Trudging through your host's belongings, you exhume a few things of note:

x510 Clubs
Treachery: "Those are Clubs. I figured out how to use these. You hand them to a person, then they decide it belongs to them. After that, they may treat you with a good or a service."
It's currency; you're familiar.
You've never had any but you reckon this is enough to buy, like, one good hat.

x1 Saw
Treachery: "I think that's a remnant from the construction of this fine abode."
And the stain on it?
Treachery: "I cook with what I have on hand."

x1 Orange
Treachery: "A little snack. I picked it yesterday and it looks fine so you may take it if you like. Here's a secret: I've heard good things about orangesauce. It's like applesauce but with oranges."

x1 Skin cream!
Treachery: "You can take that, I guess. I don't have skin. I'm made of pumice and something else."

x11 Birth Certificate
Treachery: "Oh, that's my collection. Sometimes I find them well-hidden, which probably means they're valuable."

An orange to share and birth certificates to snoop through for funny names? Well that's just a fun evening in. Imagine where these people are now.

As for the skin cream, how is your skin? Any rough patches after falling out of a tree? Should check baby hawk too.

[1/3] MIDNASTER 2024/10/18(Fri)03:43 No. 1098724 ID: 4591f8
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> An orange to share and birth certificates to snoop through for funny names? Well that's just a fun evening in. Imagine where these people are now.
> As for the skin cream, how is your skin? Any rough patches after falling out of a tree? Should check baby hawk too.
>>1098096

You apply the refreshing skin cream, for health.

[SKIN HEALTH UP]

You share a half of the orange with Treachery.

Treachery: "Tasty."

You hunker down, reading the birth certificates like a nightly story. You imagine fake scenarios each person might have been in.

There are some interesting characters here--

Guffaw McMallard. Olaf Pleather.
Them, they survived some awful weather.
Zeeby Zoob. Zooby Zeeb.
One's a newb, one's a dweeb.
Valery Smirnov. Jedgar Mantissa.

As you read the names you nod off to sleep.

[2/3] MIDNASTER 2024/10/18(Fri)03:43 No. 1098725 ID: 4591f8
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You dream...

You dream of escaping a prison with meticulously crafted puzzles and riddles; of cleverly cobbling tools and trinkets to open contrived and absurd doors and rooms; of making your way out of the darkness and into the light.

You dream of lending a helping hand in the end times; of being a vagabond of the apocalypse; of being an angel--a beacon of hope for those in need.

You dream of being a swashbuckling pirate, plundering treasure with a peg-legged stride; of facing the rolling seas and giant monsters; of discovering legends of lands far beyond Carcosa; of becoming a legend yourself.

You dream of felling an evil overlord; of sharpened blades and epic clashes; of magic and power; of winning the good fight; of becoming the strongest there ever was.

[3/3] MIDNASTER 2024/10/18(Fri)03:43 No. 1098726 ID: 4591f8
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You dream of the looming threat, The Hawk. That she took you so far from home. That every step outside could be your last before being torn to shreds.

You dream of your kind host, Treachery. That he keeps you here forever. That he's luring you away from your fulfilment. That you remain a maiden to the unnamed bird for the rest of time.

Oh god... Apron-clad and living in the service of this thing that was going to EAT you. ONE MILLION BEES APPEAR. BZZZZ!!! "Hmmm, yes i do think ogo bo gogo," says baby bird. BZZZZZ!!! "Buy my metronome!" says Zeeby Zoob. BZZZ BZZZ!!! OH FUCK OH SHIT. THEY'RE EVERYWHERE. They're in your EYES. They're in your EARS. AHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Through it all, a bee in your ear whispers a question that cuts through all the busy buzzing: "Who the shit is Spite?"

[YOU FEEL A STAR SHINING...]

DREAM OF NEXT:
A. THE FUTURE
B. THE PRESENT
C. THE PAST

Gotta dream of the future

Dream of the past for a brighter future

>>1098726
dream about the future and getting fat on pie

The distant future!

The Past!

[1/7] MIDNASTER 2024/11/10(Sun)01:08 No. 1099571 ID: 4591f8
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In a sudden bout of lucidity, you find yourself able to navigate through time.

...

You reach into the far future, but not much is certain. You see the sky shimmering with billions of stars; you've never seen them in the sky before. It's pretty.

All the stars you've seen walk among people. Maybe someday, they decide that they've done all they must on the island, and please to venture elsewhere, upwards. You've never talked to a star before, but your impressions of them have been ambivalent.

The patterns in the otherwise bleak sky calm your nerves, and you feel as though you are more comfortable coming to the present.

[2/7] MIDNASTER 2024/11/10(Sun)01:08 No. 1099572 ID: 4591f8
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You reach into the nearer, predictable future. You see a figure. A wanderer? Perhaps.

A feathered terror calls from above.

"SCRAW!!!"

[3/7] MIDNASTER 2024/11/10(Sun)01:08 No. 1099573 ID: 4591f8
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(???): "T-t-t-the hawk!!!!"

The hawk descends on the figure. Their bag nearly blows away in the downwash. The hawk glares upon them, inches away from their face.

(Hawk): "SCRAW! Hello, Mr. McMallard. It's been a while since we've talked face-to-face."

(Mr. McMallard): "W-what are you going to do with m-m-me?"

(Hawk): "Allow me to tell you a story. I had left a delicious meal for my precious children, while I had some emergency tax business to attend to. I return to find one of my eggs GONE, and a curious crater at your doorstep. SCRAW! My eyes are much better than my nose, Mr. Mallard, and I could not find my child anywhere."

(Mr. McMallard): "W-with all due respect, ma'am. I'm p-presently returning for the summer! I haven't been home since last f-f-fall!!"

The hawk grabs Mr. McMallard and pins him to the ground.

[4/7] MIDNASTER 2024/11/10(Sun)01:08 No. 1099574 ID: 4591f8
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(Hawk): "Don't play coy with me. I can smell your cooking from the top of the tree, and my nose isn't quite as sensitive as my eyes. If it were not for the laws of the palace I would plunder you for every morsel. Trust me when I say this is the civil way I can do this. SCRAW!"

(Mr. McMallard): "S-someone's in MY house!? I swear I haven't been home for MONTHS!"

(Hawk): "Regardless of how--it is YOUR house. I would like my egg OUT of there or I will break your door such that I can do so myself. You have until noon. SCRAW."

[5/7] MIDNASTER 2024/11/10(Sun)01:08 No. 1099575 ID: 4591f8
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(Mr. McMallard): "Y-yes ma'am!!"

Mr. McMallard scrambles down the beaten path to his house.

His house.

Where you are sleeping.

[6/7] MIDNASTER 2024/11/10(Sun)01:08 No. 1099576 ID: 4591f8
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Your prophetic vison fades to a heavy blackness, littered with countless blue sparkles.

You hear a voice.

Treachery: "I made pancakes."

The sweet bready aroma of pancakes soothes you.

[7/7] MIDNASTER 2024/11/10(Sun)01:08 No. 1099577 ID: 4591f8
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Treachery: "Would you like some pancakes, miss Spite?"

(You are awake.)

Among many things, you wonder where the hawk is right now.

As well as why there is a tarp on your head.

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Spite (You): "Um. I have a question..."

I think it might be time to say goodbye to the baby. But also maybe don't go outside until momma hawk picks up her chick.

Can my kid and I get those pancakes to go?