The Storyteller and The Unicorn

A Unicorn survived only by his heart

[casgirl]

Characters who are like “let’s run away together let’s get away from all this” when it’s already too late!!!!!!!

[beetle-clsmp]

I’m reblogging this from RI (I’m meant to be filling out paperwork but the company wifi doesn’t block tumblr)

[crysaiism]

worlds nicest and most normal community life player

[botanist-bird]

RECORDING TRANSCRIPT. From RI archives.

11 APRIL 2026

Location: Storage Bay 12

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RECORDING BEGINS.

[Low static. A high frequency shriek.]

Hello!

[A scream. Something wooden clattering to the floor.

Oh, dear, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you! So sorry... Malena? Is that your name? Yes, I apologize, Malena — here, let me get that for you.

Who—who are you?

Sparrow. I'm one of the test subjects for the Community Life experiment... at least, I was. I'm not sure if I'm still allowed to participate, since I left.

How are you down here!? Shouldn't you be in—in your cell, or something?

Well, see, that's just the problem. I don't exactly remember where it... um. Is. You know, I've just spent so much time elsewhere, and I think I only spent about two weeks in it back in September—

How—?

—and I was hoping you'd be able to bring me back! Or, well, the first person I could find. See, I've just finished making myself a brand new body, 'cause the last one was having some issues, and now I've got to get back to my cell to wait for the next simulation.

I — you—

[A button clicks. A loud klaxon sounds out.]

Oh. Well, I guess calling security works too. Lovely chatting with you, Malena — and again, so sorry for startling you.

[Several footsteps rushing down the hall.]

You—!

No need to point your weapons at me! Void, the hospitality of this place. I'll come willingly, sheesh! I'm just lost.

[Static.]

RECORDING ENDS.

[sagethetrustworthy]

Hello, little bird! Are you comfortable? Can you hear us now?

Sage's head whips up at the voice coming through the speakers, desperate for any sort of break to the monotony of isolation.

"I- comfortable? No. I hate it here. But- I can hear you, now. Who- who are you?"

[beetle-clsmp]

I’m—

[The voice halts, faltering, the faint crackling of the speakers punctuating the silence as they seriously consider which identity to portray]

We’ve spoken before. But I’m not in the games.

[Yeah— yeah. Riddles! Riddles are good— ominous, vague, all that important shit. It would leave them enough time to figure out why they acted on impulse by reaching out]

[sagethetrustworthy]

"You- you did the interview. Didn't you?"

Sage asks, finally putting together the similarities in voice between this one and the one who first asked him questions, despite the crackling audio of the speakers

"Why- why are you talking to me? This isn't part of the interview. That was days ago. What- what do you guys want from me?"

[beetle-clsmp]

I can’t speak for all of us, but I want to learn about you.

And— well— it’s kind of sad? Observing you lose yourself to isolation? It isn’t fun or scientifically productive.

[sagethetrustworthy]

Sage just laughs bitterly.

"Yeah I- I'm sure it's real sad for you guys, having to watch us suffer. You poor things, I just don't know how you've coped."

His voice is dripping with sarcasm, but- it doesn't have as much bite, as it should. ...he's just tired, of it all. He doesn't have the energy right now to muster up the hatred that used to come so easily to him.

[beetle-clsmp]

You keep talking like I’m not the only voice coming through the speaker right now. It’s just me, Sage.

And I’m not— you make me sound so evil.

[ They chuckle, and the gentle sound of a pen clicking nervously can be heard in the background.]

Like I’m some villain. I’m not! I swear!

[sagethetrustworthy]

"Evil? Maybe not. But- you're a redstone inc employee right? You know whats been happening to us? You're complicit in- in these games. Games which I was kidnapped for. Where I've been forced to fight and kill and die-. " It's clear he's not talking as if you're just you, but as if you're-. Well. You're as close to 'Redstone Inc' as he can get to from in his cell. He doesn't have anyone else to blame.

"I- I'm tired. You should go, I don't want to talk anymore."

[beetle-clsmp]

…Okay! I’ll be back later, yeah? Rest well, your highness.

[sagethetrustworthy]

Hello, little bird! Are you comfortable? Can you hear us now?

Sage's head whips up at the voice coming through the speakers, desperate for any sort of break to the monotony of isolation.

"I- comfortable? No. I hate it here. But- I can hear you, now. Who- who are you?"

[beetle-clsmp]

I’m—

[The voice halts, faltering, the faint crackling of the speakers punctuating the silence as they seriously consider which identity to portray]

We’ve spoken before. But I’m not in the games.

[Yeah— yeah. Riddles! Riddles are good— ominous, vague, all that important shit. It would leave them enough time to figure out why they acted on impulse by reaching out]

[sagethetrustworthy]

"You- you did the interview. Didn't you?"

Sage asks, finally putting together the similarities in voice between this one and the one who first asked him questions, despite the crackling audio of the speakers

"Why- why are you talking to me? This isn't part of the interview. That was days ago. What- what do you guys want from me?"

[beetle-clsmp]

I can’t speak for all of us, but I want to learn about you.

And— well— it’s kind of sad? Observing you lose yourself to isolation? It isn’t fun or scientifically productive.

[sagethetrustworthy]

Sage just laughs bitterly.

"Yeah I- I'm sure it's real sad for you guys, having to watch us suffer. You poor things, I just don't know how you've coped."

His voice is dripping with sarcasm, but- it doesn't have as much bite, as it should. ...he's just tired, of it all. He doesn't have the energy right now to muster up the hatred that used to come so easily to him.

[beetle-clsmp]

You keep talking like I’m not the only voice coming through the speaker right now. It’s just me, Sage.

And I’m not— you make me sound so evil.

[ They chuckle, and the gentle sound of a pen clicking nervously can be heard in the background.]

Like I’m some villain. I’m not! I swear!

[sagethetrustworthy]

Hello, little bird! Are you comfortable? Can you hear us now?

Sage's head whips up at the voice coming through the speakers, desperate for any sort of break to the monotony of isolation.

"I- comfortable? No. I hate it here. But- I can hear you, now. Who- who are you?"

[beetle-clsmp]

I’m—

[The voice halts, faltering, the faint crackling of the speakers punctuating the silence as they seriously consider which identity to portray]

We’ve spoken before. But I’m not in the games.

[Yeah— yeah. Riddles! Riddles are good— ominous, vague, all that important shit. It would leave them enough time to figure out why they acted on impulse by reaching out]

[sagethetrustworthy]

"You- you did the interview. Didn't you?"

Sage asks, finally putting together the similarities in voice between this one and the one who first asked him questions, despite the crackling audio of the speakers

"Why- why are you talking to me? This isn't part of the interview. That was days ago. What- what do you guys want from me?"

[beetle-clsmp]

I can’t speak for all of us, but I want to learn about you.

And— well— it’s kind of sad? Observing you lose yourself to isolation? It isn’t fun or scientifically productive.

[sagethetrustworthy]

Hello, little bird! Are you comfortable? Can you hear us now?

Sage's head whips up at the voice coming through the speakers, desperate for any sort of break to the monotony of isolation.

"I- comfortable? No. I hate it here. But- I can hear you, now. Who- who are you?"

[beetle-clsmp]

I’m—

[The voice halts, faltering, the faint crackling of the speakers punctuating the silence as they seriously consider which identity to portray]

We’ve spoken before. But I’m not in the games.

[Yeah— yeah. Riddles! Riddles are good— ominous, vague, all that important shit. It would leave them enough time to figure out why they acted on impulse by reaching out]

[paperpiep]

I worked more on character!Paper's story for the ARG I'm putting together and I'm so excited :DDD It won't be the best thing ever, but I'm having a lot of fun and can't wait to make more progress, especially with the puzzles

[beetle-clsmp]

I am a Watcher, though I was Made and not born one. I'm afraid I cannot help you escape — I am forbidden from interfering beyond this. I sing because they are songs I think you may relate to or enjoy... is it a comfort?

...It's not quite like the birds– but I don't mind it. The melodies are beautiful all the same.

There are no birds here. I wish I could see them take flight.

Even if you cannot help me– thank you, all the same. For caring.

[beetle-clsmp]

We’re both looking far away // Saying something about death // And I think it might be good // To take our time with that

So we got left behind? // I guess people get left behind // And as our youths float to the earth // We still have no clue what to say

Impressionism - Kara's Walk Home

I'm sorry you have lost so much of yourself in the Games. Perhaps the next one will be kinder to you.

[His eyes are tired- glistening with sorrow though no tears wet his gaze]

I don't know what happens now. I can't find Sage. I can't do it all again– I can't forget again. I won't.

I'm the closest to whole I've been in months.

...I'm forgetting my face.

Who are you? Why do you sing to me? Can you free me? The way Sparrow said she would?

[There's panic; desperation– then, resignation. He sighs and looks away, down to the grass again.]

[beetle-clsmp]

do you regret anything?

…Under Future’s quill, we’re not meant to have regrets. Or— no, that isn’t right. Regret is experienced, but it’s understood as the lesson needed to make the right decision in the Future. If there is a hardship, it is as written so we end our lives in a satisfying way. Narratively speaking.

We are all stories.

But I don’t know if she watches here. I don’t think she wrote any of this. So… I regret my violence. I regret my apathy.

[beetle-clsmp]

It ends here

[beetle-clsmp]

There are some things the social game cannot save you from.

In peace, you lose your life. In the hunt, you lose your Self. To debate which is worse is not something I have the time for.

My Heart shattered, my body lost to the sea.

[beetle-clsmp]

do you regret anything?

…Under Future’s quill, we’re not meant to have regrets. Or— no, that isn’t right. Regret is experienced, but it’s understood as the lesson needed to make the right decision in the Future. If there is a hardship, it is as written so we end our lives in a satisfying way. Narratively speaking.

We are all stories.

But I don’t know if she watches here. I don’t think she wrote any of this. So… I regret my violence. I regret my apathy.

[beetle-clsmp]

It ends here

[beetle-clsmp]

do you regret anything?

…Under Future’s quill, we’re not meant to have regrets. Or— no, that isn’t right. Regret is experienced, but it’s understood as the lesson needed to make the right decision in the Future. If there is a hardship, it is as written so we end our lives in a satisfying way. Narratively speaking.

We are all stories.

But I don’t know if she watches here. I don’t think she wrote any of this. So… I regret my violence. I regret my apathy.

[ih8ikura]

[beetle-clsmp]

OOC: there’s gotta be a CL reference in here somewhere

[beetle-clsmp]

What would you do? If Sage made you choose between him and Sparrow?

The question itself is flawed. Sage would never make me choose.

But I would stay by his side— he deserves it. And I have spent far too much time being shaky in my loyalty.

…I miss the babstle. I miss the safety. I hate the water.

[wovi]

[krispycl0uds]

This one resonated with me

[beetle-clsmp]

@sagethetrustworthy

[release-the-sheep]

[beetle-clsmp]

c!Sparrow or c!Sage talking to The Storyteller