"WELCOME TO... IS IT LORE OR IS IT BULLSHIT!!!"

"Hosted by our VEERRRRYYYY own, GAME MASTER NEMEAN!!!" blared Nemean's voice over several loudspeakers with an audio track of cheers playing behind it. The palace basement—larger than anything one might have assumed to find underneath the Palace, large enough to fit even the largest valkhounds—was lit by bright moving spotlights that varied in color. Tiers of seating rose up the middle of the gameshow studio with large spaces on either side to accommodate all sorts of audience members. The main stage was mostly open with colorful banners on each side and a podium backed by a large screen at the center.

Vuvuzelas sounded a fanfare as confetti burst from the rafters, announcing Nemean's arrival on-stage. The spotlights converged on her as she flitted from behind the drawn curtain and settled herself on the podium. There was a fishbowl on the podium with a small goldfish inside, and if one were close enough to see, it had a duct-tape label that read "Aquarian".

"THANK YOU, THANK YOU," Nemean chimed, leaning into the microphones and winking at the cameras that zoomed in on her face; this image was displayed on the large screen behind her so that all audience members could enjoy her pleasant face. She was dressed in a shiny outfit speckled entirely in sequins, making her already sparkly-self even more sparkly.

"A warm welcome to my audience and of course, my best friend, Aquarian!" she cheered, slapping a tiny paw-hand against the fishbowl. "Also! A very special welcome to a very special guest today—theeuuuhhh VISITOR!!!" Her hand outstretched toward the audience where a spotlight illuminated a black-robed figure with a lion skull face, leaning back in a chair with its feet (maybe? they were not visible) propped up on the chair in front of it. It was eating a strange crunchy snack from a colorful plastic bag that read chile lime corn nuts. It raised two fingers in a wave before it went back to eating its snack.

"SO LET'S! GET! STAAARTEEED!!!" yelled Nemean as the lights in the studio dimmed, keeping the main stage lit. The screen behind her shifted to show the title of the gameshow before a swooshing transition to the game rules.


"First thing's first: How! Do! We! PLAY!?" she called, turning to fly up to the screen so she could point along to the rules as they popped up. "FIRST! No cheating! SECOND! No killing the host or her guests! THIRD! If you lose, YOU DIE!!! ... Just kidding!" A laugh tracked played. "ANYWAY, THAT'S IT. WHO'S READY TO PLAY: IS IT LORE OR IS IT BULLSHIT!? You might have already started! Wahuah!" There was a puff of pink smoke and Nemean disappeared, only to reappear at the podium and pull out tiny index cards from her jacket. "In this game we test what is canon... like... THIS!" As she said the last word, an actual cannon rolled from behind each curtain and shot confetti into the crowd with two loud booms.

"HAHAHA! ANYWAY! Audience members, feel free to yell your answers!" she said, looking down to her cards. "FIRST QUESTION!" The lights dimmed more, with a single spotlight on Nemean, and the screen as the brightest thing in the studio. The question popped up behind her as she read it aloud: "Obsidian—that's volcanic glass for you uneducated creatures—is allowed as a gemstone because: A) Leon's attunement to fire brought it into the caves because obsidian is cooled lava and Leon is cool; B) We already have other very important characters with obsidian as their gemstone and it's too late to change anything; C) It's just cool... lava; D) All of the above; or E) Rock shiny ... ?"

Anyone is allowed to join this thread. You may bring concessions from the concession stand, which are always free. This thread will take place in one IC night -- OOC November 30th -- for your timeline notes. It will progress weekly regardless of player attendance or character answers.

Nemean watched the tiny stopwatch on her podium as the crowd shouted answers, keeping up her grin despite the corner of her lip twitching at the effort. In the back, she could hear the Visitor adding in its own incorrect answers, things not even listed on the screen. Some of them out there shouted the correct answer, which surprised her. A little fist formed on her papers as she leaned over them: dang, somebody out there actually knew Leon and saw straight past the joke answer. Huh! Old...

"YES, YES VERY GOOD," she said as her timer dinged, flitting back up to twirl herself in the air. Without acknowledging which of the answers was the correct one, she clapped her hands and the screen shifted to the next question—and she immediately burst into a fit of laughter.

"HAHAHA WHO WROTE THIS ONE," she squealed, doubling over while hovering mid-air. If anyone were close enough to see Isra near the entrance to the studio, they would have seen her stiffen. Nemean might have laughed at it but Isra would sooner disappear.

"Okaaay well, LORE OR BULLSHIT? DHRACIA'S GIRLFRIEND IS A FURRY PIRATE!"

Not as many answers that time. That's fair. Aside from the Visitor cackling and throwing in its own jokes, Nemean heard one sad soul shout, "WHAT IS A GIRLFRIEND?" Immediately, a spotlight snapped to The Sentinel's position to illuminate him.

"Oh, honey," came Nemean's voice over the speakers as she leaned onto the podium to prepare for a long speech. "Well, a girlfriend is—" but the timer buzzing cut her off and she sneered at the screen behind her.

"Wait, this is important!" she growled, fiddling with a remote to try and pause the slides. They skipped past a third question and the screen experienced visual tearing, lines of color yawning with gaping mouths through the pixels until it flickered, fizzling into a black screen with yellow and green noise continuing to tear through. Through all of the strange glitches came the final question, and as it struggled to remain on the screen, Nemean read it aloud:


"Is this the End...?" Ugh! That was going to be her big reveal with the funny Creator paper mâché falling from the ceiling and—

As if on cue, shadow flooded the studio and the feeling of suddenly falling a long distance hit those attending all at once, a nauseating G-force punch right to the gut and brain. Those standing might find themselves brought to their knees, and those sitting might have found it comfortable to curl up and try not to puke. Ears felt as it they might burst from the pressure that engulfed the room. Even Nemean was flattened to the podium like some kind of sprite-pancake, but the feeling of this—the absolutely pure and heavy Chaos—terrified her.

From the left of the stage where the oily miasma was thickest, two giant claws of billowing black cloud pulled themselves free of the shade, followed by the gaping green maw and eyes of the Creator with a thick boar-like head crowned by twisting, forward-facing horns and a thick gold ring hanging from his septum. He fought to keep his hold through the Chaos by which he traveled, claws of smoke tearing and anchoring themselves into the studio foundation. His eyes snapped greedily around the strange room. Within his being flashed bursts of green lightning, some sparks finding their way free to bite at nearby objects, followed by the rumbling growls of thunder. It was as if he was made of tumultuous ever-storm while his body was not physically fully formed.

And he was large, large enough that even in the massive space that housed the studio, it felt like at any moment he would burst free from this cage that was tiny in comparison to the unknowable mass that was Him. Likewise, the entire room was drowned out in his sound, the quaking, gripping, suffocating booms and snarls that heralded Him.

"THE END?" he had asked into the space, his voice louder than any of the thunderous cracks and growls before, but this was not the fortune that he sought. This was not the domain he feverishly devoured time and time again—no. This was just one of his nests, he felt; but the presence that permeated it was likened to End. Somewhere here was Skystone though its capacity was weak compared to what he had hoped to find. His claws dug into the crystal-stone ground beneath the studio foundation, crumpling it like tin foil in his fists.

"HEED ME, MY VALKHOUNDS!" boomed his voice, "I, RREVALK, WILL FIND THE END, AS I ALWAYS HAVE. AND YOU WILL BE READY FOR THE DAY WE DEVOUR IT TOGETHER." It was less of a statement and more of a command before the entirety of his existence in the cave burst into boiling oil and rushed the studio like a flash-flood, likely burning those it came into contact with, even just the sizzling sparks that splashed up to those in the bleachers. It quickly settled into the scars left by his claws, where it popped and bubbled like a hot tar pit.

And the stench that sat with them was palpable.

Nemean had disappeared, and her pet fish had perished from the encounter. Those that did not immediately chrysalize were likely to vomit or pass out from the intense first-hand blast of Chaos radiation before their stones would struggle to save them regardless if they were oilstone or not. And the basement would fall into silence.

Rrevalk, also known as The Creator, has been revealed!

Characters present have earned the following achievement:
Creator's Oracle: NOW YOU MUST LOOK CHAOS IN THE EYE

Characters present will suffer the following randomly rolled chrysalis consequences after they emerge from their chrysalis (which would be today, Dec 14th):

@Pollen - minor stray (memories), fissure (right eye)
@The Sentinel - minor occuli (usable, on halbred (base of metal)), minor vampire
Obieth - rupture x2 (waist, upper skull)
@Fisher - minor vampire, glitch (mouth/cheek possibly lightning pattern if you want)

Additionally, character stones that were not oilstone will be cracked with veins of oilstone upon awakening, those that might have already had oilstone will have shimmering veins of more pure oilstone in theirs. (Edit to add: Oilstone characters are supplemented by the nearby oil pit and do not need to worry about stabilizing issues during chrysalis.)

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Additional characters may enter and browse the aftermath but may suffer Corruption points in doing so.

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Characters present in the Palace at the time of this post will have felt the presence of Rrevalk but it is up to you whether or not they feel sick from it. Only the characters present in the studio have suffered chrysalis and consequences.