TP: Hello.
LM: Oh, it’s the Tery copy kid.
TP: Actually, Tery is an ectobiological copy of me, but whatever floats your boat.
TP: I’ve been meaning to ask you for the longest of time about a certain…idea.
LM: Why me?
TP: Space is your “turf” right?
LM: Hell yeah it fucking is. Ain’t no one better with space than me.
LM: Well, maybe Dilyon is but I’ll let that pass. <3
TP: You do realize you don’t have to put on this big girl act around me, right?
LM: Huh?
TP: I understand that you have a rivalry going on with Tery.
TP: But just because we are, technically, related does not make me your rival.
LM: …
LM: How’d you know?
TP: It’s quite obvious from your talk about each other. But I suggest you talk about your… differences… and solve them. It’s key to your success.
LM: How come? I think it’s pretty neat the way it is.
TP: You mean by your party being split in two halves?
TP: Or as your own patron troll put, “two caliginous halves”?
LM: We’re functioning just fine.
TP: And my “turf” is space.
LM: Ugh.
LM: Okay, just ask what you need and I’ll see if it can be done…
TP: Okay. However, I’m gonna warn you right now…
TP: I’m going to spill a lot of facts all at once for you to comprehend the situation we’re in. You already understood the fact that we came before you and that we are all related on a much greater level than blood, correct?
LM: Yeah, kind of got the hang of that.
TP: The thing that you do not know is the time frame of coming before you.
LM: Well, it’s like, what, a few hours back?
TP: That is what I was afraid of.
TP: Your entire party has come to the conclusion that we simultaneously in the game, at this precise moment in the eternity of space. While time is definitely not my specialty nor is it yours, we can still take it to our level of coherency and say that this precise moment is stretched through the continuum of existence, right?
LM: Yeah…? Like, in the year that I’m in now. That’s your year too, isn’t it?
TP: Not at all.
TP: We’re contacting you from the distant past.
TP: However time doesn’t exactly work like that in The Incipisphere. It will not take into account your date of time when you’ve entered, and it most certainly will not continue flowing in that way. There is not way of telling in what moment of time you’re living, the only thing you may know is how many “hours” or “days” it might have passed since your arrival in the game.
TP: The game occupies its own space, its own time. A realm of its own. Do you understand?
LM: Well…Let’s say that I do.
TP: Good.
TP: In the moments that I’ve launched the game and entered my Medium, or really in any moment of my whole life, you’ve never existed. And you still do not exist in my plane of existence. Not yet, at least.
TP: Again, a loose term since there cannot be “my plane of existence”. But it’s just figurative, I suppose.
LM: Wait, so…
LM: Basically you’re talking…and I’m talking to someone who never existed in…like… my universe in the first place?
TP: Yes.
LM: Oh, wow…
LM: How did I begin existing then?
TP: Through my party activating the scratch.
TP: Whoops, sorry.
TP: The Scratch.
LM: Okay, so more terminology of this fucked up space we’re in.
TP: Yes.
TP: The Scratch is activated only under specific conditions. If the game any set of players is rendered impossible to beat, there is still hope by activating this. It creates a new reality in which “our” party will be successful in beating the game.
TP: However, it won’t be our party and it will never be us.
TP: Upon activating The Scratch, we’re erasing any evidence of our existence, of our planet, of our universe from the plane of existence(now correctly used). Instead of us, there will be new individuals loosely related that will inevitably play the game.
TP: And win.
LM: So I’m like your descendant or something like that? And this game is like an heirloom?
TP: Sure, let’s put it that way.
LM: Okay but I still don’t understand what you wanted to ask me.
TP: Well, we’re going to avoid The Scratch.
LM: That’s possible to do?
LM: I thought it was like absolutely inevitable, like, no loopholes or anything.
TP: Yes, we thought so too but began hatching a plan. We’ve talked to our Denizens in hope of answers but were only greeted with a request. However, the phrasing of the request on its own gave us immense hope.
TP: Because of that, we’ve been preparing heavily but, alas, we’ve come to a bump in the road. The request of the Denizens being it.
LM: What was it?
TP: “When you avoid the scratch, you must take us with you.”
LM: Oh.
LM: They want to save their asses too, lmfao!
TP: Any creature would like to save their asses from absolute wipe out. :)
LM: ‘Tis true.
LM: What was the plan?
TP: We would first all ascend to God Hood. Then, we’d try to set things straight on our Medium, finish the quest and whatnot in order to fully realize our powers. Third, we’d start contacting you to…prevent some things.
LM: Like what?
TP: Mostly, doomed timelines.
TP: We wanted to check if we were in doomed timelines by doing all that we’ve done. The logic behind it is that if our own hatchlings were doomed, then so were we. It’s bizarre that a single decision could end in doom for us all.
LM: I don’t see the logic in that.
TP: And you’re not a Light player. :)
LM: Alright, I’ll trust you on that.
LM: So, I’m gonna guess this is where the question comes in place. I’m guessing…
LM: Since you don’t have any space manipulation players, or Space players in general, you can’t just magically take the big snakes with you, right?
TP: Yes!
TP: This was a long shot from our side, to be honest. We’ve tried taking everything in consideration, of how our realities don’t overlap with each other, how we don’t even exist in your space for you to be able to do such a thing…
TP: But we stopped theorizing and just decided to ask the actual Space player. Since…
LM: Space is my turf.
TP: Yes.
TP: Do you think you could help us?
LM: Well.
LM: It never hurts to try. Technically, it once existed and overall still continues to exist, without looking at the time frame. I’m a Rogue of Space, meaning that I can take that space as long as I know what it serves and what it is, or once was. Kind of like how an appearifier works like, if you’ve ever encountered those!
TP: How do you suppose you got those sick gloves, hmm?
LM: NO WAY.
TP: Lol.
LM: Oh my god! Okay, okay, now I know what to talk about next but I don’t want to get sidetracked here.
TP: Wise choice.
LM: The only problem is that… I don’t know if I’ll rip the right space.
TP: What?
LM: Space and Time heavily rely on each other. They’re two completely opposite concepts but wouldn’t exist without one another. I don’t know if the space I’ll rip will be from my time frame or from any else. It could be possibly that I rip absolutely nothing considering it doesn’t exist right now, OR that I rip it right before The Scratch completely destroys them.
LM: And I don’t think that I’ll be able to rip only the Denizens, so I’ll have to take your planets as a whole.
TP: That would be the most wanted out come actually.
TP: This is fascinating, I must admit… I never imagined that it could be this complicated. Of course, I knew it was moderately hard but…this… It’s making me feel quite excited.
LM: Lol nerd!
TP: Hey, I’m a Light player. :p
LM: That’s just your excuse.
TP: Actually, my very own curiosity and knowledge thirst was the thing that appointed me that specific aspect. Therefore, I’d say that it isn’t my excuse but it is what I’ve made of myself.
LM: Oh, now that I do think about it, our aspects and our classes are heavily tied with what we are at the core, right?
TP: Absolutely. Although, sometimes, the game can be quite cruel and appoint the quite opposite or a heavy challenge to an individual.
TP: It all depends, really.
LM: Oh and I thought you had all the answers.
TP: I’m not a Mage or a Seer of my aspect. :p
TP: I mostly utilize my aspect in combat, actually. Or through the strategical part of any operation.
LM: I see… Eh, not like I’d fully understand even if you relayed it all to me.
TP: Well, I could. That’s what I could do. Put an idea in your mind, or any knowledge or way to do something. Although, I’m not sure I could put in my mastery of it… Hmm…
LM: Not like I want it, no offence.
TP: None taken, haha.
LM: Anyways, when do you want me to try my space thing on your session?
TP: Hmm… The appropriate moment would be…
TP: When I give you “THE SIGNAL”. :)
LM: What’s the signal?
TP: You’ll see.
TP: I have to go run some errands now. Hope to hear from you if you need anything.
LM: Yeah, sure. Good luck with your errands, Gina.
TP: Oh, you actually called me by my own name instead of a copy of Tery!
LM: Mhmm.
LM: I guess I grew fond of you, heh.
TP: Likewise, Vicy.
TP: Good luck with your own session.
