"Are you the chief of the specters?", the Batter said. The Add-Ons behind him hovered.
No, you duck, I'm your Puppeteer.
"The stories change a lot given time. It is best to make sure you are still pure." he replied, grip on his bat steady. The Add-Ons watched.
Nope, I propitiate them, but I'm no floating bedsheet.
In 2014, at the height of OFF hype, I begun an ask blog for Zacharie @possiblyinsanemerchant. Three years later, I was possessed by the spirit of the Batter and started this blog as well. OFF hype has died out since then, but I occasionally revisit, mostly through Zacharie (contact me there! I'm not always able to check DMs here).
But the death of OFF's fanbase means that in effect, the Batter has become as unmoored as Zacharie. What this means for the Puppet and Puppeteer is that the mission (and writing) has become a bit...free-flow.
I've no idea how to use pinned posts - last I used tumblr was 2019 and that was brief; my style of writing has evolved quite a bit as well, so there might be some disconnect. It certainly has become more pedantic and sarcastic, blame higher academia for that. [1]
Anyway:
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[1] It has led me developing a fetish for footnotes. Behold, the next Terry Pratchett and the resurgence of the unnecessary footnote era.
"Prepare to be purified." Without warning, Epsilon glowed, sending patterns twisting across the party. Strings erupted from Alpha, attempting to reach the bedsheet-wearing Puppeteer figure which yelped and leaped back. Space twisted as Omega executed a Competence, and the Batter leapt, bat raised.
Oh my god you multiomnicidal pedalo-loving bastard!
















