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B A R G A I N W I T H T H E W H I T E R A B B I T

M A G I






This is MAGI.
This is the time of your life.
Every world, every participant in The Great Game is offered, at some time or another, a turning point. Or as some entities call it, "the agreed upon move". In this juncture, there are a number of participants entitled to a degree of freedom to experience a number of obstacles in order to solve a particular hyperdimensional quandry. In this particular case, this is manifested/represented by planetstress in your solar sector.
Or it can be as simple as a small trip to another Realm of thought. It's all the same to a player.

At any rate, you have received An Invitation!
Enter the game without your wits, all of your pluck, and pack light.
BE YOURSELF.
Or be who you wish.

P.S.
Remember. This is all A Game. Reality, by contrast, is far more terrifying.
P.P.S.
Save existence. We're all counting on you, so don't ******** this up.







....RULES....?

> Be literate. Put a little detail into your posts. I don't demand long ones, unless it's noncombat. This will get a little trippy, so play around with your descriptions. Posts should take you at most 3-5 minutes. ((Think of it a bit like experiencing what you would in a dream. It should be less absurdist, of course, but that's the kind of "feeling" that should be communicated when things get weird.))
> Please step a little bit out of yourself at times. Don't typecast yourself like we have in other RPs. You might get killed.
> PM me if you have problems with your past lives.
> There is an info thread that will get updated to familiarize you with how this particular reality will operate. Plug into it often.

<<<< Trust the voices in your heads. Chances are it's you.
< If all else fails, use music. Just, nothing by Kenny Chesney.
< Remember your towel.
< Your armor is your image.
smile don't be too frightened.
biggrin God loves you, unless you're really drunk.

A hansome you man with short black hair and an eye brow piercing with the implication of several tattoos juding by his arms sits at the in the middle fo the room. he reaches itno the pocket of his semitight ebony jeans and pulls out a bag of what vaguely resmbles oregano.
"I'm ready to play some star fox if you know what i mean"

Elliot pulls out a packet of smarties.
"Now how about some Falco to go with our Slippy"

Ellio starts juggling the bags and then catches them both in one and strikes a blank look on his face.
"Oh yeah."
Elliot reaches into his pocket again and pulls out a bag full of shrooms.
"I traded some booze to a homeless guy for two eigths worth of shrooms."
Elliot says with an idiotic smile

"RIGHT ON DUUUUDE."

Elliot passes the frui on as he is not a fan of sweetend produce. he then pops a few more shrooms in his mouth followed by a Kettle brand Salt and vinegar chip chaser. The choes of his crunching could wake the dead.

"Voracious pink" Elliot screams in response to WIll's sentiment.
The room gets uncomfortably warm and then very chilly as the floor begins to slither like so many wooden snakes. He lies down as he exhales a cloud of pot smoke and puts three shrooms in his mouth and then forces them down. Washing out the after taste with three hits of acid. He sinks into the snake covered floor and enters another world when he lights up a bowl full of salvia.

Elliot uses what shamanic knowledge he gained from Kaci to plant his feet in this new vision of false reality. He will's his spiritual self to stand up and he summons symbols of his own creation and ones that have just inspired him in general, onto his body in various spots, including the arm tattoos that Keanu Reeves had in Constantine.