A small exploration into a potential reimagining of a campaign that's bothered a lot for a lot of reasons. Perhaps the most holder of potential for the setting up more and adding depth to a story already told, which ended up falling flat in that aspect.
This is not intended to discard the effort MSC put into itself, the mod was ultimately a passion project which was forced to add a story very shortly before being shipped as a DLC. Think of it as a fun reimagining with our expanded context now that James had the chance to show more of his vision of Rainworld through the Watcher.
You are a purposed organism, far disposed from the familiarity of your kind being a descendant of them. Your purpose is simple, but one urged with great care. A long distant friend of your creator proclaimed an idea so grand, it must be shared with urgency. The method of delivery was supposed to be simple, a flying creature of modest size was able to make a short distance from the structure before being struck down.
You are now tasked with retrieving a lost item, a delicate carrier pigeon composed of organisms from the messenger’s facility, more adept to the environment and hopefully well equipped to deal with those who may come to stop your mission.
However as you approach the facility grounds, the confidence you inherited from your creator is shaken. A terrible storm is brewing, much more harsh and unforgiving. The environment seems wrack with terror, as the natural residents had too become something else. The presence of apex predators is overwhelming. The rain is unforgiving. And worst of all, you've stumbled into something far beyond your animal comprehension.
Even with the knowledge of all that you'd possibly need to survive, was an animal like you equipped to face the grim reality of a God's dying wish?
She is so kind, filling your tailed belly and giving you newfound strength through a closer alignment to your true self. Yet, there is an ugly truth to it. She admits to you, something that is incapable of aiding in any capacity in comparison to the millions of you that would fit on her metaphorical lap. She admits, she doesn't know what to do. In her infinite wisdom given to her by her own creators, as a purposed organism herself, she looks down at you with a fake vessel. Not even an echo of what she really is, this puppet so pathetically trying to grasp a situation she was not built for.
"I never asked to be put in this situation, to share our ground water. How ironic that the very decision leads us here now." She says with a heavy regret afterwards. No, she WAS made to be the authority in this situation, but in a critical moment like this, a fault of her personality slips. Her kindness is boundless, infinite, soft as the visage of the moon on a lonely and frightening night. Her kindness will kill her. She cannot find the inner strength or capacity to do something, to interrupt him would surely make the situation worse. Perhaps she should let death sweep over her as a blessing.
In her blight and confliction as a purposed organism, the only thing you can offer is small gifts. You attempt to distract her from her self-consuming self-assured destructive spiral. In this, she eventually realizes your doings.
A sudden epiphany.
You show her something she would have never realized by herself. You gift her the knowledge that a purposed organism is not all she is, and that she is not all one side now that she is set free. A purposed organism is still a being, no matter in what way it was created to think. Surely, even a cabinet beast could form new memories of its own. Something to cherish.
The god thanks you a final time, sincerely for the first. Regardless of if you complete your own purpose, she knows that she must fulfill hers. On her own terms.
The overarching story ends with Moons conclusion to use her senior priorities to stop Five Pebbles. Even if its too late for her, in order to seek closure in her inevitable death and as an act of marking her free will, a familiar broadcast plays.
Your story continues from there, what you do now is of your own will too, Messenger.
