gen can’t stop thinking abt alsmp!oli (on his first life) and his relationship w the orb. like cc!oli makes haha funny content so things are overdramatized for comedy no matter if it benefits the character or not but i love that 1.) bc it makes funny ass content and 2.) bc it makes his character sooo interesting. his devotion to the orb is his main motivator in almost everything- it gave him something to focus on beyond just Surviving. before the orb all he did was go in search of a place for a home and go hunting for resources, dodging water as best as he could (but it always rained and the smp is basically an Island and water is everywhere- it’s the morning dew, it’s your tears, it’s in your veins. it’s the lifeblood of seemingly everything Except oli.) and eventually he makes his way to a scraggly mountain, where he dumps his stuff, sleeps, then goes mining and That is we’re it all starts. he finds some skulk sensors that go off even though they don’t have a warden to warn. they’re as pointless as he is, so he takes some with him. and he’s wandering and wandering and he doesn’t know what day it is anymore he doesn’t know how long ago he entered the deep dark he doesn’t remember anything except these dim walls and the blue of the skulk until eventually he happens upon The Orb. it’s a contradiction from the moment he sees it- it’s hung on the wall as if it deserves to be honored (and it does. he can Feel it.) but it’s in the back of some crumbled hall, hidden from the rest of the cave. he carefully picks it up and all at once he Knows what he has to do so he goes home and starts building. he’s not completely there, for the whole process. he’s feverish with devotion, and his purpose is just to Worship. he wandered before, but now he has a Goal. he has a Reason. so when he comes back into himself three days later with sore muscles cracked nails and near broken tools he doesn’t think too much about it. the product of his toil is less a home and more a temple. he cannot get to his things without pain, but that too is in worship. he has to teleport if he wants his belongings and the landing hurts his ankles a bit more each time but it’s okay because each pearl used, each tick of pain endured, is but a sacrifice for The Orb. (and, maybe, some part of him wonders how pain can be seen as devoutness, but it’s irrelevant.) he carries on working in devotion until he drowns trying to return to it, and wakes up in a body near opposite to what he used to be, without the tools he needs to worship the orb as it deserves. but he doesn’t feel the need to, not anymore. there’s an absence of that feverish haze that has sat in his mind since the moment he first saw the orb. but thinking about it doesn’t feel good, so he just- doesn’t.
