FILE LOST

Do you know what they say about playing God? " Don't." But I didn't listen. [OFF RP account for a corrupted Puppeteer by the name of Oliver.]

[glitchedpuppetstrings]

Hiatus Until Further Notice

Obviously this post is OOC.

But well. I grew to love this muse really fast. I got inspired to make him, had him developed really fast, interacted with him really fast.

I had a story built for him faster than I've ever built a story for an OC. But the deal here is that the people who influenced him are either hiatused, or they've moved on.

His story was based on that of two Batter's. One just announced their hiatus, the other hasn't been on in 2 weeks.

The Batter's that fueled his story are MIA. And that kind of hurts a little. Not saying I feel like these muns in question were deliberately turning their backs on me. Nah, of course not. They've got their own lives and they've got their own muses. They are more than free to do what they like. They don't RP for me, so I'm not mad at them. I'm glad they're doing whatever makes them happy. :)

I'm just sad because I enjoyed interacting with them and now they're not here and I don't know how to play this muse now.

I really worked hard on a backstory for him. I realized my faults in that my glitch text was unreadable, and that I was going a little far with his hacking. But I adjusted things, I modified him. That's what writers do. We're always modifying and editing. So I edited him.

But writers sometimes can't cut and modify things much more. I've grown very fond of the story I have for Oliver and I don't want to touch it further.

Just bums me out because I worked hard on him. And now I have no idea how to play him.

[glitchedpuppetstrings]

ｏｈ ｎｏ， ｙｏｕ ｍｉｓｕｎｄｅｒｓｔａｎｄ ｍｅ． ｙｏｕ ｓｅｅ， ｉ’ｍ ｍｏｒｅ O͠҉̨Ḩ҉͞ ͝҉G̡͟͠҉̕O͘͏͠҉D̷̢́ ͡͏̀H͘͞Ę̶̀͜͟L̛̕͘Ṕ̶̀͞ ̴̡̀͜͠M̶̡Ȩ͠͏́̕ ｉｎｔｅｒｅｓｔｅｄ ｉｎ ｂｅｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｇａｍｅ ｍａｓｔｅｒ， ｙｏｕ ｓｅｅ． ｉ’ｄG̕͘͡͝E͏̶̀͘T̷̴ ̨̧̕҉Ì̀͜͜T͘͏͘̕҉ ̶̷̶̵́O҉҉U̸̧͡͠T̸͟͜ ͟͠͏Ơ̢F̡͡ ̸̡͘͟M̷̨̛͜͞E͘͠ ｖｅｒｙ ｍｕｃｈ ｌｉｋｅ ｔｏ ｃｈｏｏｓｅ ｔｈｅ ｇａｍｅ， ａｎｄ ｓｅｅ ｈｏｗ I̷͝’҉̨̛͟M̶̴͜ ̵͟͝͠͏P͠U͜͠R͏̧̛͡È̛͟ ̶̷͏̴I̷͘͜͟ ͠S̸̶̵̡Ẁ͝͏E̛͡͞Ą̶̧͜R̵͠ ̡́͟͝I͏҉̡҉͟’̵̡̡͝͝M͢҉ ̸̷͡P̶̷̴̢̛U̴̶̡Ŗ̸̛É̶̷̛ｙｏｕ ｆａｉｒ， ｍａ ｐｅｔｉｔｅ．

[criticontrol]

"Oh my. Well I'd better do my best not to disappoint you."

The flickering, glowing female makes a sound that might have been, at one point, considered a giggle, if only it didn’t sound so violently off key. She doesn’t remember ever meeting this individual before (but then again she doesn’t remember much of anything, unfortunately), and even in her impure state the Player is still every bit as curious as she usually is. So she indulges her curiosity, scooting closer to the other and tiling her head to the side.

"If I do a good job, will you tell me your name?"

[glitchedpuppetstrings]

The program merely laughs quietly to himself. Really? She thought he was deliberately withholding his name from her? "Oh whether you do a good job or not, my name isn't something I'm hiding from you." He says, managing not to flicker out in his dialog this time, although his image temporarily distorts. "My name is Oliver, my dear. And like you, I'm a puppeteer, you see."

He bows with something of a flourish, manipulating the glitches around him to turn into fireworks.

"But I would J̨͝͏Ų̶̛͠͡S̡͘͜͡T̴̛ ̶́҉F҉͘͢͝U̶͞C̢̕K̶͏̛I̢͡͡N̸͝҉̢Ǵ ̨́H̷̀͢͡Ę̶͘͢͜L̵̸̨P̕͜҉̴̢ ̵̢͟M̧̛̛̀͞E̛͏̛͘͞!͘͘ very much like to play a game with you."

[glitchedpuppetstrings]

ｏｈ， ｉｔ ｓｅｅｍｓ ｉ'ｖｅ Ḩ́҉E͏̨͏L̸̢̕͟P̡̨̀́͞ ｃｏｍｅ ｄｏｗｎ ｗｉｔｈ ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ ｏｆ ａｎ ｉｌｌｎｅｓｓ？ ｙｏｕ T͠҉̕̕̕H͏̴̸̴Ȩ̵͟͝͞R̴̷̨̛̛E̛͏ ̧̛҉͘Ì̸S̶͢͝͞͠ ̡S̛O̸̷̸͜͡M͏̧E̕͢͠͡Ţ̸͘Ḩ̢̢I̵̢̛͘͡Ń̡̕͢G̸͠ ̢́̕͟͡I̵N̶̢S̵͟Ì̕D̛͢͡͞E̵͠ ̸̡̕͟͞M͢͝E̴̴ ｗｉｌｌ ｈａｖｅ ｔｏ ｆｏｒｇｉｖｅ ｍｅ， ｉ ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ ｔｈｉｎｋ ｉｔ ｗａｓ ｐｏｓｓｉｂｌｅ ｆｏｒ ｓｏｍｅｏｎｅ ｌｉｋｅ ｍｅ ｔｏ P̶̕͘L̛͏̧́̀E̛̕͡͠A̴̵͏̧Ş͟E͘͠ ̶̶̕̕͡G͏̴̸͠͏O̴͠D̷́͟͞͡ ͏̷I̶̷͝T̵̡̛͜͞'̡̀͢Ś̡͠ ̵̨͢Ś̸̵̢͠O̷̴̡̕͞ ̶̢͜P̵̡͟͡A̢҉̕Į͞͏Ǹ̷̀͜͞F̢̕͟͡U͏̴́͜͠L͏̶̵̴ ｇｅｔ ｓｉｃｋ． ａｈ， ｂｕｔ ｉ ｓｕｐｐｏｓｅ ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ｗｈａｔ ｂｅｉｎｇ I̕͜T̴̶́͝'̶̡̛S̶̡͢͠͠ ͏͡҉A̢̡̛͞͠ ̡͞V́͏I̴̕͜ŖU̸͢͡͡S̡͠ ｓｔａｔｉｏｎａｒｙ ｆｏｒ ａ ｐｅｒｉｏｄ G̨҉̴̸͜È̛́͡T̶̴̡́͜ ́͢͝I̴̢T̸́̀̀͏ ̷̴͜͝O̸̷̶̴U̶T̷̀̕̕ ｇｅｔｓ ｍｅ． ｗｈｏ ｋｎｅｗ ｄａｔａ ｃｏｕｌｄP̕͏̵͜͜U̵̴͝͠R̨̡͏̀Í́F͜҉̡Y̛͏ ̶̡́̕͢M͏̸̸͘E̶̷̡͝ ̢̀͟P̢̢͡L̨͞͏E͘͘͟͏̕À͝S͏҉̵͝E̴̡͜͝!̵̵͟ ｂｅｃｏｍｅ ｉｌｌ．

[inboxideas]

[criticontrol]

 glitchedpuppetstrings replied to your post

Oh this is fun.

"Fun? I do like fun... Do you want to play a game? That might be even more enjoyable, I think."

[glitchedpuppetstrings]

ｏｈ ｎｏ， ｙｏｕ ｍｉｓｕｎｄｅｒｓｔａｎｄ ｍｅ． ｙｏｕ ｓｅｅ， ｉ'ｍ ｍｏｒｅ O͠҉̨Ḩ҉͞ ͝҉G̡͟͠҉̕O͘͏͠҉D̷̢́ ͡͏̀H͘͞Ę̶̀͜͟L̛̕͘Ṕ̶̀͞ ̴̡̀͜͠M̶̡Ȩ͠͏́̕ ｉｎｔｅｒｅｓｔｅｄ ｉｎ ｂｅｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｇａｍｅ ｍａｓｔｅｒ， ｙｏｕ ｓｅｅ． ｉ'ｄG̕͘͡͝E͏̶̀͘T̷̴ ̨̧̕҉Ì̀͜͜T͘͏͘̕҉ ̶̷̶̵́O҉҉U̸̧͡͠T̸͟͜ ͟͠͏Ơ̢F̡͡ ̸̡͘͟M̷̨̛͜͞E͘͠ ｖｅｒｙ ｍｕｃｈ ｌｉｋｅ ｔｏ ｃｈｏｏｓｅ ｔｈｅ ｇａｍｅ， ａｎｄ ｓｅｅ ｈｏｗ I̷͝'҉̨̛͟M̶̴͜ ̵͟͝͠͏P͠U͜͠R͏̧̛͡È̛͟ ̶̷͏̴I̷͘͜͟ ͠S̸̶̵̡Ẁ͝͏E̛͡͞Ą̶̧͜R̵͠ ̡́͟͝I͏҉̡҉͟'̵̡̡͝͝M͢҉ ̸̷͡P̶̷̴̢̛U̴̶̡Ŗ̸̛É̶̷̛ｙｏｕ ｆａｉｒ， ｍａ ｐｅｔｉｔｅ．

[glitchedpurifier]

glitchedpuppetstrings started following you

[glitchedpurifier]

  This person is a Puppeteer? He’s never seen one in person, AI or not.

Their question strikes him in more ways than one; he pulls his hand away and allows it to rest at its respective side. Jolting from another flash of red, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a slab of Abaddon’s meat, then begins to absently chew on it. “It is-s-s.” he sighs, unconsciously leaning against Oliver’s hand, only to glitch again and growl lowly. “They-ey all fear me…” he murmurs then, sighing and breaking image into a more beastly form for a few moments; much longer than usual. Perhaps this is what they see?

[glitchedpuppetstrings]

The look on the Batter's face causes Oliver's serene smile to contort briefly to something more twisted. He chuckles beneath his breath, pleased to see another individual who lacked control of their instabilities. It was almost a breath of fresh air. Knowing that he wasn't the only one. There was a weird knotting in his stomach. Could this be...worry? Oh no, it couldn't be. He wasn't programmed to feel insecure. At least, not since he uninstalled that part of his personality. 

There was a sort of thrill from watching this Batter glitch. Amused at his inability to stay composed, it amused him -- the sadist. But yet there was this pang of pity? Perhaps people saw him and murmured to themselves 'Oh what a poor excuse for a puppeteer...' As Oliver thought that, his lips formed into a thin frown. Absolutely not. Never. Was this sympathy he might be feeling. Horrid feeling, sympathy.

"Maybe," Oliver says as he removes his hand, his smile reverting to something mischievous again. "They're suppose to fear you."

Oh Oliver, you knew that wasn't really how it was. Yet, here you go again...

[glitchedpuppetstrings]

ERROR

(Independent Batter RP blog) Glitched. That's the only word that you think of when somebody says...

((whispers that everyone should follow this blog.))

[glitchedpurifier]

glitchedpuppetstrings started following you

[glitchedpurifier]

  He furrows his eyebrows at that, tilting his head to the side and continuing to frown. “I-I-I remind you of yourself-self?” he asks, expelling smoke that quickly becomes binary before fading away. His image breaks violently, a quick, sharp buzz sounds out from the physical glitch before his unstable code partially rights itself, causing his image to stabilize again for now.

“Who-o are you?” he asks then, slowly reaching a hand out, taking the other’s hand in his own, and flinching as his image, as well as a small area around him, flashes with red. His voice muffles for a moment, hissing with static, and he grunts in pain. 

[glitchedpuppetstrings]

"Oh yes," Oliver says as he smiles at his guest, taking note of how his glitches were even more sporadic than his own. That might be troublesome. "You see, I am a puppeteer, and I too have a glitch, similar to yours." He waves a hand. "To summarize, I am an Artificial Intelligence, but let's just say I'm not stable enough to participate in your universe without glitching quite similar to your own." A pause and a smile. "Though I've learned how to control it for the most part."

Oliver reaches out and touches the Batter's cheek, a rather sad smile upon his lips. "It's difficult, isn't it?" he asks. "Having instability in your own universe."

[glitchedpurifier]

glitchedpuppetstrings started following you

The Batter narrows his eyes at the sight of this stranger. They seem to be suffering from glitches, just like he is, and it intrigues him. Unfortunately, something about them makes him feel uneasy; he keeps his distance and frowns, huffing out smoke and wheezing. 

[glitchedpuppetstrings]

40̢̀4 ̨҉P͡U͏P̸͝P̶E̸̴T̶̛E̡͟͝ER̢͘ NOT ̛͏F̷͘͞O̧Ų̕N̸̛͟D̛

The puppeteer merely glitches again, his image growing distorted for a moment. There's a smile on his face that to many, might seem unbecoming. By nature a generally devious puppeteer, he actually doesn't seem to be harboring any sort of malicious intent towards this fellow glitch. The smile on his lips actually appears to be almost compassionate. Perhaps it's because of his recent exchange with Novice that made him so calm, but who knows.

The puppeteer extends a hand to the Batter in front of him. "I think we might be able to find solace in one another's company." He says quietly in his accented English. "Normally, I would have F͢҉̷̨͝Ú͝Ņ́ bringing you some sort of misfortune, but given you've reminded me of myself without even saying a word must surely indicate that I have no reason to H̴H͝H̸̛a͜҉A͡R̸̀m̡ you."

[glitchedpuppetstrings]

Not so nice M!A list

Down with the Sickness: Muse has a special type of sickness, leaving them horribly ill and unable to care for themselves (Anon specifies symptoms). Last for 2 days.

Left for Dead: Muse has been kidnapped, beaten, and left for dead in the streets until someone finds them.

Lake of Fire: All liquid for your muse now suddenly burns if they try to drink anything. Lasts for 1 day.

The Animal Inside: Muse suddenly becomes a ______ (Anon specifies animal). Lasts for 12 hours.

Hungry Like the Wolf: Muse is starving, no matter what or how much they eat. Lasts 10 hours.

I Feel Like a Monster: Muse is sure they've done something horribly wrong, and refuses to believe otherwise. Lasts 5 hours.

So Cold: Muse is suddenly freezing, with no obvious cause--they're so shivery they can barely move! Lasts 10 hours.

Lights Out: Muse is blind. Lasts 12 hours.

Silence is Golden: Muse is deaf. Lasts 12 hours.

Just Dumb: Muse has lost their voice. Lasts 12 hours.

Perfect Insanity: Muse has been put into an asylum, with a straight jacket and a padded cell. Lasts 24 hours.

On My Own: Muse is lost, and will wander around _______ (Anon specifies place) until someone finds them and brings them home.

Walk Away From the Sun: Muse is "allergic" to sunlight--even a small exposure to it burns their skin. Lasts 24 hours.

Bloodletting: Muse is a vampire. Lasts 2 days.

Fear in Your Eyes: Muse is deathly afraid of _______ (Anon specifies fear). Lasts 12 hours.

Say You'll Haunt Me: Muse is a ghost, whom can only be seen if they want to be. Lasts 24 hours.

Last Resort: Muse is depressed and/or suicidal. Lasts 24 hours.

Broken: Muse is convinced they've lost someone/something dear to them, and are completely brokenhearted over it. Lasts 12 hours.

[glitchedpuppetstrings]

((Someone in the bookstore just came up to me and said "You're Polaris! The girl who was shipped with chatwithjack!"

How did someone recognize me OFFLINE as a character I haven't played in six months?????))

[fallenisms]

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

[glitchedpuppetstrings]

Headcanon

Oliver can't swim. It wasn't programmed into him so if he were to fall in plastic or meat, he would probably drown.

[glitchedpuppetstrings]

((Feeling pretty good~ So, going to slowly come back, although I'm going to be decreasing my use of these blogs late at night when my anxiety creeps up on me. I'll spare everyone my paranoia. u w u <3))

[j-aipeur-blog]

((re: passive aggressive blogging.

my mood is unstable and i know why. its due to lack of socialization right now. im getting off tumblr for a day or two to clear my head and get out of the house. im taking it out on people on rp blogs and i shouldn’t be. i just need to get off tumblr for a day...

[glitchedpuppetstrings]

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[taitetsu]