One With The Sea

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

Over three years of RP, a dead Mindfang, located a device that connected her to a mass communication hub called Trollian, and found herself in conversation with Diamonds Droog. The two bonded over their shared disdain for her pedagogue, Scratch, and their belief that neither Beforan, Alternian nor Earth kids deserved the reward planets they held with their behaviours online. Together, they schemed to escape death.

Using Droog’s Dersite connections, he hijacked a session before the kids could enter, with Droog blending in with the other Dersite's he staked claim to John’s land to test its worth. But their plan unravelled quickly: the Doctor they loathed had anticipated their every move. This version of the Doctor was far older than canon, unbound from LE, with endless time to meddle. And meddle he did, turning the hijacked session into his laboratory, beginning with one cruel experiment: testing if carapacians could achieve god tier.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑

Mindfang discovers the truth when Droog is kidnapped by Jack Noir during his exploring of the session. She dives into the session, connecting to the Land of Light and Rain, to track him down which leads her to Prospit. (Scratch had theorized that a chess piece could only ascend on the opposite moon: a Dersite on Prospit, a Prospitian on Derse.)

But she arrives too late. By the time she confronts Jack, Droog has already been stabbed and pushed into ascension, reborn as a Mage of Space. His body twists through a second carapacian molt, sprouting wings, four arms, and a second set of eyes.

For weeks they work together, unearthing her crypt and climbing his echeladders, before finally entering the altered Land of Light and Rain, reshaped now to reflect its new player.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍

The vast oceans of her land birthed water-dwelling imps who sailed galleons of their own, making it clear her quest would be fought upon the seas. It was there she ascended as the Knight of Light.

Many of her trials lay beneath the waves, puzzles hidden in the deep. In her final dive she uncovered her denizen, the Fuzanglong dragon, and slew it. The pearl clutched in its jaws revealed itself not as treasure, but as another Oracle. Repulsed—scarred already by dealings with such creatures in her Alternian life—she forced it into her newly acquired TreasureChestkind sylladex to forget about.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

Before they could begin Droog’s frog-breeding quest, he vanished from the session entirely, taking the frog egg for the new universe with him. Whether it was his own choice or a scheme orchestrated by the Doctor to lure her into desperation was unclear. Perhaps the intention was to force her hand, to make her turn to the Oracle she carried.

But she did not.

Scarred by its kind once before before, Mindfang refused to consult it, even if it meant losing her only lead on Droog’s whereabouts.

Because of her refusal to consult the Oracle, Mindfang spent several real-world months stranded on her god tier planet in solitude. Through the communication platform, Trollian, she began seeking out new connections. Among them were a dead Signless and a doomed Feferi. From their conversations she deduced that Feferi, as a Life player, could restart the process of frog breeding, while Signless, a Blood player, could lend his strength to hold the group together.

Months on the planet were spent seeking swifter passage across its endless waters. In time she discovered she could user her godtier powers to traverse through mirrors, stepping through one surface and emerging from another. A Light version of the fenestrated plane.

𝐅𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐈

At the same time Mindfang lingered in her session, Feferi’s doomed branch of existence was running its course. In that timeline, she had grown to adulthood, sustaining her sessionmates with her Life powers, prolonging their survival against the inevitable rot long enough for them to eke out something resembling normal lives. When she abandoned that session to accept an invitation to Earth C, the session finally collapsed into its destined doom, killing the ones she left behind.

On Earth C, her Life gifts made her into an object of worship. But when she encountered Mindfang online, subtle seeds were planted. Mindfang whispered doubts into her, that humans like Jane were unfit rulers, that Feferi should take her rightful place as Empress. For Mindfang, still trapped in Sgrub, this was a gambit, if Feferi could crown herself, she would be the pawn to bring Mindfang to Earth C if she was not capable of bringing people into her own session. Instead, it fractured and the Earth C gods kicked Feferi out.

Banished from one Earth C, she clung to another, moving in with her moirail at the time and forming another cult of Life. What she did not realize was that the worship, the channeling, the people's sheer devotion, began feeding something far older. The Old Ones stirred, and through her cult, they began consuming the reward planet itself.

When Mindfang finally met Feferi on this planet, it evolved into a kismesissitude that quickly worsened, tangled in obsession and corrosion.

At one of Feferi’s parties, Mindfang stood among the guests when the lights went out. Moments later, Feferi was dead. The scene became a murder mystery.

After the event, Mindfang was eaten by the guilt she drove Feferi to, she encountered Spades Slick on Trollian who was currently imprisoned in a vault. Whether it was his relentless urge to stab anything reminiscent of an Alternian, or the way he echoed Droog—her lost moirail—she could not say. But she found herself drawn into dialogue with him, and in their mutual hatred of Scratch and the manor that bound him, a bond began to form.

Seizing the opportunity, Mindfang struck a deal, she would free Spades Slick from his vault prison, if he agreed to accompany her to investigate the Earth C manor.

Together they returned, days later, when the house lay quiet. Their exploration led to a secret passage down into the basement, where they uncovered horrors far greater than they’d expected. Feferi’s corpse was among them, risen, reshaped, no longer entirely Feferi but an avatar of the Horrorterrors. Mindfang, in desperation, attempted to bend her back to herself through mind control, feeding her memories of who she was before. But what she saw in Feferi’s head was too much of an abyss. Staring too long into the void broke her, darkness surged through her veins, and she emerged grimdark.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑

In her grimdark phase, Mindfang devoted herself wholly to completing the session, no matter the cost. Without hesitation, she wrenched the dead Signless out of his dreambubble, timing it with Derse’s eclipse when the Horrorterrors held their strongest sway. His bubble shattered, spilling him through the Furthest Ring and hurling him into the session’s sky like a sacrifice cast down from the gods. The Dersites seized on this omen, proclaiming their new god and preparing him as their offering.

Signless fell into Dave’s world, reshaped into the Land of Heat and Blood. Its suffocating warmth sent him spiraling into trauma, visions of shackles, the scorch of his first death, everything he had fought to leave behind now incarnate in the very ground beneath him. He abandoned it, retreating into Derse’s moon. When at last he ascended in the crypts, the truth revealed itself, he was a Page of Blood.

Pages, weak at the start, were seeds meant to take years to grow. To Mindfang, in her ruthless pursuit, that was no use. She left him to his wandering, to drift across the moons while she pursued greater paths of power.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑

Under the Horrorterror’s grip, Mindfang’s descent seemed irreversible, until the Trickster plague struck Trollian. A cherub’s cursed lollipops scattered through the memos, and though most were driven to manic emotions, for her it was different. One taste burned away the darkness for a short time.

That reprieve was enough to contact others, and her erratic demeanor hadn’t gone unnoticed. Signless in particular pressed her for answers. His growing ties with the Prospitians gave him access to the White Queen, who lent her counsel and resources.

Mindfang returned back to grimdarkness when the juju wore off, and her next move: dragging Spades Slick into the game would commence.

She hauled his corpse across the session, laying him upon the crypt-slab of Jade’s planet. There he ascended, unwillingly, as the Prince of Time. The revelation infuriated him, nothing rankled Slick more than being chained to Time itself, yet destiny had branded him so.

Meanwhile, the White Queen gave Signless the map of LOHAB, the Land of Heat and Blood he had long avoided. Guided by her faith and bolstered by his own charisma, he rallied the Prospitians to aid him. They built bridges over the molten rivers, granting consorts safe passage to their denizen. With their help he rose swiftly in power, and at last Hephaestus revealed his guidance: retrieve the fallen Oracle of Fuzanglong and forge from it a legendary scythe, a weapon to protect and heal.

Through his efforts, sustenance and light flowed again. The scythe reaped food that grew from blood rivers, the lands that carried healing instead of rot, and its food of the land helped Mindfang stabilize, her body restored, her blood cleansed, her form finally held against the gnawing abyss.

𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒

Time passed, the storm of Trickster madness faded, and Feferi returned, drawn once again into the endless work of breeding the Genesis Frog. With her help, the creation was finally complete. Yet before the group could rally for their triumph, Slick acted alone. True to his nature, he ambushed the Black King and slew him without warning or witness, stealing the kill. It was efficient, brutal, and typical of him but to Mindfang, it was infuriating. The glory should have been hers.

When the session ended, it was Signless who bridged the transition. With the White Queen and her architects at his side, he led them from the ashes of Skaia to their new reward world.

Mindfang named it Atlas.

The choice carried weight. Atlas, the god who bore the heavens upon his shoulders, mirrored her own torment on Alternia, her centuries of burden and survival.

But the name also concealed a quiet pun, At Last.

After death, exile, grimdark madness, betrayal, and endless wars, she had won.