Lollipop: The Visionary

The official portrait and wordmark for Lollipop.
(Design Credit: Tim Ritz)

An only child, Lollipop originates from Bewaring, the “Confectionery Capital” of Marblearth. Growing up in their family’s confectioners, Lollipop knew ingredient names and the dangers of the machines their family worked with before they could read. But on the eve of adulthood, Lollipop sought a different future than inheriting responsibility for their parents’ business. 

“I told them point blank I wanted to be an artist. It didn’t go over well.”

Faced with a choice between continued family support and their dreams, Lollipop took the plunge. Able to attend the Van Gotterdam Institute of Arts tuition-free by promising their assistance with the ongoing renovation works and just about able to earn a living from working in the on-site cafeteria, they moved away from home. 

Inspired by the complex and abstract patterns made by the candy machines that they’d spent their youth watching, Lollipop specialized in action painting. They covered themself in paint and rolled hypnotically across spare canvas sheets in a variety of patterns to produce an eclectic final image, hoping to articulate powerful emotions through art. One of their earliest pieces in this style can be seen in an Institute art show taping, also featuring Team Primary’s Prim and Mary as fellow exhibitors. 

Though dismissed by some as pure novelty, their art attracted considerable attention. A born salesmarble, Lollipop quickly sold several pieces at local art shows. By the time their graduation rolled around, they had developed their technique, built an audience, and sold their first piece to a gallery. Marble sports had not yet crossed their mind. Lollipop’s first encounter with the Rally was in 2016, one year post-graduation. Intending to paint in the sandhills not far from Van Gotterdam, they found themselves in the audience of Race 8 instead. Observing the high-stakes race made a strong impression on them, and they followed the rest of the season as it was broadcast on television. But they were never an athlete, and any thoughts of trying racing out for themself were only idle fantasies in the background of developing their art career. 

The following year’s open call for racer auditions, put out following the first season’s success, also almost passed Lollipop by. But they had found themself in a creative slump once their life had more or less stabilized around them. Seeking new, unpredictable experiences, and looking to meet marbles from outside the insular creative world they’d gotten comfortable in, Lollipop entered the auditions process on a whim, not expecting to go particularly far. 

“I definitely considered backing out a lot. I had to tell myself, ‘Well, what’s the worst that can happen? Even if you completely bomb it, you could still paint about that.'” 

That they had an aptitude for it enough to take them to the final audition rounds surprised them as much as it surprised the rest of the racers in attendance. But their art, created through extensive and tightly-controlled movement, had invisibly prepared them to succeed. Lollipop was selected to participate in a preliminary selection race held later that month. 

This preliminary selection race was unfilmed. To this day, its results are unknown. All that can be said for certain is that Lollipop emerged victorious, and they would make their debut alongside Red Number 3, Blizzard Blaster and Nemo. 

Lollipop recounted their first qualifiers experience, along with the rest of their racing career, in the 2022 documentary Lollipop: Artist and Athlete

“The first marble I talked to there was Ghost Plasma. ‘Oh, it’s nice you auto-qualifiers have come to cheer us all on.’ Well, turns out there was no auto-qualification, and I was competing with the previous season’s champion to qualify. I considered ditching there and then.”

In the race itself, a bad overhead move in the earliest sector of the sand track appeared to dash their hopes prematurely. A non-factor for the majority of the race, Lollipop only scored a qualifying position in the last few lengths. 

“I knew there was no way Ghost Plasma wouldn’t qualify, and I was actually in front of them for a while. So I decided I’d copy whatever they did. And at some point we really did start doing the same sort of thing.”

Ever-extroverted Lollipop wasted no time in acquainting themselves with the rest of the qualified racers. It was Summer Sky who became their fastest friend, and who they collaborated with creatively several times in the future. Pictures of the two together uploaded to Summer Sky’s hugely popular Rollstagram boosted the popularity of Lollipop’s art significantly. Similar pictures of Lollipop getting to know the field emerged from almost every other qualified marble. 

Lollipop held the lead in R1 for just a fraction of a second, but the Rally was already working its magic. They returned to art that night with the painting Friction, a moody artwork incorporating earthen shades and circular shapes.  Friction was well-received by fans, though also something of a creative departure.

Friction, the first of Lollipop’s paintings to be inspired by the Rally.

Inspiration continued to flow. In their second race ever, Lollipop took to the front, fought an exhilarating battle for the lead with Big Pearl, and obtained their first medal, a silver. Moved by the experience, their subsequent piece Pure Feeling featured a taupe landscape that contrasted even more starkly with their previous vibrant pieces. This divisive work was quickly purchased by a private collector and has not been exhibited publicly since. 

Also sharing an immediate bond, Lollipop and Big Pearl held a blowout celebration at a local bar post-race, not least because Lollipop was holding the provisional championship. But failure trailed success, and Lollipop met with both their first and second DNFs in Races 5 and 10 respectively, and the closest they came to another medal were two fourth places in Race 4 and Race 13. In the latter, controversial double-points scoring granted them their final tenth-place position.

Through disappointment and triumph alike, Lollipop hit the canvas, remaining prolific throughout the season. They frequently invited other competitors to collaborate, bringing a variety of unconventional influences and elements to their work. 

Confident and established as an artist, Lollipop returned to Bewaring post-season, where they were finally able to make amends with their family. Living on their own, they fell in with an influential artist’s collective, Sucrose, working out of Bewaring’s trendy central district. Outside of their own personal work and athletic training, they devoted themself to Sucrose’s ongoing gallery launching project. Though not without its difficulties, said project was a success, and the gallery’s attached studio space became indispensable to Lollipop’s art. Lollipop also took a trip to watch the 2018 Marble League in Hailfern, appearing prominently in the audience during the Snowboard Cross event.

The 2018 SMR season beckoned, where Lollipop raced alongside debuting racers Phoenix and Superball in the qualifying round and secured a third place; enough for entry into the upcoming season. 

Lollipop, Summer Sky and Nemo hosted a party post-qualifiers which was attended by all the other qualified marbles, inviting the field to cover themselves in paint and contribute to a giant collaborative painting. Not everyone participated—the specific identities of the contributors has never been confirmed—but the resultant painting Chaos is fondly remembered by fans of the Rally, and counted amongst Lollipop’s personal favourite works. It was hung in the Sucrose Collective gallery upon Lollipop’s return home.

Chaos, a turning point in the canon of Lollipop’s work.

In the interlude between qualifiers and the season, Lollipop trained in Bewaring, utilizing an artificial sandhill built recently in the city. 

Lollipop’s season began unremarkably. A tenth place, a seventh place, and a fourteenth place established a trend of middling results. During a mid-season interview, Lollipop expressed more concern about their art. 

“I love being here and I love racing, but I don’t do it to win. Do I like performing well? Sure! Do I try to do well? Of course! But you can get more from an experience like this than just points and accolades. You can meet interesting marbles and have fun like nowhere else.”

Amongst the new entrants, Lollipop quickly befriended Ducktape and Grasshopper, and Ducktape helped develop a new paint propulsion system for use in their biggest pieces. Throwing themself into the social and creative life of the rally, they would be described by their fellow racers in a birthday tribute as optimistic and sociable, at peace regardless of the results past the finish line. 

Race 4 saw Lollipop in seventh again, disadvantaged by a track split. Though, with Superball declining the customary winner’s celebration, Lollipop would win the chance to organize a small party for runners-up RN3 and Phoenix, and Race 5’s dramatic war for first between Comet and RN3 saw Lollipop releasing a cyan-and-red painting unsubtly taking inspiration from the race. 

As their artistic endeavors continued in the background, Lollipop struggled in the races, finishing second-to-last in Race 7. The sketches and concepts they shared took on a more somber atmosphere, but Lollipop insisted they were as chipper as ever. 

“I don’t have a lot of training, and I’m not a professional. I can’t expect to win. If I can have a good time and show everyone some exciting racing, that’s all I can ask for.”

Still, reporters watching the practice tracks over the following weeks reported seeing Lollipop more often than before. Fittingly, Lollipop replicated 2017’s late-season surge by taking fourth in the final race, separated from third-place finisher Big Pearl by the slimmest of margins. The slimmest of margins also separated Lollipop and Marbly McMarbleface in the standings—tied on 51 points, McMarbleface’s gold medal gave them the edge into 12th over Lollipop’s 13th. But Lollipop had no hard feelings. On the eve of the final race, the three celebrated long into the night in honor of season winner RN3. 

Lollipop returned temporarily to adjacent Van Gotterdam after the season’s end to visit with old friends from the Institute. A joint charity fundraiser between Lollipop and Team Primary was planned, then canceled due to ongoing conflicts between the team’s members. Obligations to Sucrose and the collective’s upcoming art exhibition, Blood Sugar, awaited upon return to Bewaring. Their contribution to the exhibition was Cherry Soda; a lushly-textured crimson piece in Lollipop’s traditional action painting style loosely based on RN3’s 2018 victory. 

The exhibition lasted through the release of Not a Marble. Friends with almost all involved, Lollipop held their tongue, but the scandal boosted the exhibition’s visitor numbers significantly. Realizing Lollipop’s popularity, Sucrose further integrated them into their core cast of artists, and Lollipop would in turn dedicate much more of their time to the increasingly successful collective. 

2019’s season caught Lollipop off-guard. Bound by new professional obligations, their engagement with marble sports had been limited, personally admitting in a pre-qualifiers interview that they had fallen out of practice.

“I’m a busy marb, I can’t hit the hills every day. But I’m not the only marble here who isn’t just a racer. It’s not an obstacle.”

Lollipop promised fans on social media that they would see them racing in due time, even hinting at a better placement this time around. But these hopes were dashed when they failed to qualify and were relegated to the Showdown for 2019. 

Shocked and upset at not having made the main event, Lollipop refused further press appearances and withdrew back to Bewaring. Their disappointment was channeled into art; darker and filled with sharp, jagged shapes rather than their usual fluid and dynamic composition. But Lollipop found no great solace in creating; destroying several paintings out of dissatisfaction before they reached the public eye. 

“Before then, I thought it didn’t matter to me whether I made it or not, but suddenly I was in pieces. I kept going back and imagining what might have happened if I’d trained enough. Everyone in Sucrose comforted me, saying it wasn’t my fault, that it wasn’t the end of the world, but it felt as if I was missing a part of myself.” 

After a period of withdrawal spent on solo projects and Showdown training, Lollipop burst back unexpectedly with a bright multi-coloured painting entitled Ennui. Painted in their own signature yellow-navy-red colour scheme, its explosive and distorted rendering of a pattern changed beyond recognition represented a bold vision of existential anguish. Some reacted with concern, but the work, exhibited in Sucrose’s gallery, represented rebirth as well as collapse. Lollipop showed up for the 2019 Showdown ready to excel.

An initial sixth-place finish was followed by a throwback to Lollipop’s first medal in 2017. Big Pearl dominated a long, winding track with Lollipop following just behind, finishing 1-2 as they had done back in 2017. Lollipop then doubled-up on second-place finishes, coming second to Blazing Fireball. Provisionally in first, Lollipop was within striking distance of winning the 2019 Showdown. 

It was, however, not to be. Big Pearl brought the ambition and dedication of a prior podium-sitter to the final race while Lollipop struggled along behind. A solid performance from Rastafarian allowed them to overtake for second, and Lollipop finished the Showdown with an overall third. But for Lollipop, sitting on the same step of the podium as Superball had not long ago breathed new life into their racing ambitions. Plus, with the system provisionally in place for the Rally’s next season, they were guaranteed a return to the A-League. The three Showdown podium-sitters celebrated with karaoke, not knowing that between them, only one would return next season.

Lollipop skipped returning to Van Gotterdam post-Showdown. Responsibilities at home with Sucrose had piled up during even their brief absence. Along with spearheading the launch of Blood Sugar’s sequel, Sugar Rush, Lollipop produced several paintings for the exhibition on a tighter schedule than ever before.

A photo taken at one of Sucrose’s gallery parties, Lollipop standing to the left at the front. (Art Credit: Piney)

In their rare free moments, Lollipop enjoyed the fruits of their popularity, guest-judging on candy-making competition show Champion Confectioner and helping promote the family store while working on their training for the upcoming season. Several Rally friends joined them in Bewaring for the exhibition, including Big Pearl, Summer Sky and Ducktape. 

The news of the qualifications being scrapped in favour of an invitational—and the news that they were amongst the invited—was a huge surprise to Lollipop, especially with Big Pearl and Rastafarian’s exclusion from the roster.  

“I— (laughs) maybe it was some kind of joke list, you know?”

Though the guilt of being invited over Big Pearl ate at Lollipop in private, something they confided with several Sucrose members, they continued to plan for the Rally. Intending to outperform their prior appearances and win a race for the first time, Lollipop doubled down on their commitment to training. But, in turn, tension between the two sides of their life increased, and once-invisible cracks broke to the surface. Between 2019 and 2020 Lollipop had been placed, unpaid, in charge of the studio and gallery’s financials and marketing in addition to their artistic obligations, two roles they would be unable to remain in if they were located outside of Bewaring. Though outwardly supportive, upon realizing that Lollipop’s departure would require these responsibilities to be held elsewhere, Sucrose intensified their demands on Lollipop as they sowed the seeds of self-doubt in their mind. 

At first, Lollipop willingly exhausted themself in the balancing act between the different parts of their life. But as they became more vocal about their plans and prepared to leave, passive-aggressive mentions of their lack of Rally success and how much Big Pearl probably resented them warped into outright hostility. Over several long, argumentative meetings, Lollipop was accused of attempting to abandon their position, sabotage the collective, and move back to Van Gotterdam postseason to find success solo, with some members alleging that they had said as much in private conversations and that Lollipop was feigning not remembering. No amount of insistence to the contrary from Lollipop could convince them otherwise, and Sucrose threatened to seize their currently-exhibited artwork, including Cherry Soda, Friction, and most importantly Chaos, if they did desert. But Sucrose also offered a solution: if they already felt so bad, why didn’t they stand down and give their spot to Big Pearl? 

Faced with losing three-quarters of their life’s work and rapidly losing track of reality, Lollipop buckled. That night, they called Big Pearl to bargain. 

“I recounted the situation almost verbatim to Pearlie. How I’d been saying things—or at least I thought I was saying things—and doing things that were hurtful to Sucrose, that I wasn’t appreciating what they’d done to make me successful, and that I couldn’t do the season because I’d lose all my work, but hopefully we could be friends again and everything would be okay if I gave them my spot. 

Well, when they finally got their chance to talk, they reamed me out about it hard. You’re getting played for a fool, they said. Do you really think I’d be able to take your position if I knew that you got bullied out of it in the first place? No way. You deserve better than that, and you deserve better than these marbles. 

Until that point, none of that had even registered. I had to face reality. I could agree to Sucrose’s demands all I wanted, but I’d never be able to trust them again.”

In a move that shocked Sucrose and fans alike, Lollipop broke from the collective the following day. Neither side spoke of the exact circumstances at the time, but the acrimony was clear.

Sucrose also made good on their threat, and all of Lollipop’s art exhibited in the gallery was seized, along with their supplies and studio space. 

Adrift, Lollipop pivoted heavily towards SMR and threw themselves into their most intense training regimen yet, booking out the artificial sandhill for days at a time. Fans of Lollipop and Sucrose speculated extensively on what exactly had transpired between them as Lollipop’s social media silence yawned and Sucrose continued business as usual. Unable to face the potential ire of fans and a potential retaliation from Sucrose, these questions were left unanswered as Lollipop headed to Van Gotterdam. 

Taking advantage of a partial track collapse which resulted in six fellow competitors DNF’ing to seize a lead, Season 5 Lollipop’s first race seemed as if it were run by a different marble. Lollipop could not hold on to a podium spot, but their fourth place finish was immediately promising. In preseason coverage they had publicly set themselves a goal—to win a race for the first time—and their ambitious performance proved that wasn’t just idle talk, though they overshot and DNF’d in the subsequent race.  

There’s Lollipop, looking pretty resplendent in all of those colors against the grey sand, but, I assume, would rather be down in the sand at the bottom of the course. 

Races 3 and 4 were only mid-pack finishes, but just as Lollipop appeared to be slipping back into tradition, they achieved something remarkable. What appeared to be a decent but unpromising start from the gate saw Lollipop rapidly make up ground, ascending into fourth, then third, then second. But with El Capitan at their back and a rejuvenated RN3 in front, Lollipop appeared doomed to once again repeat the circumstances of their first medal. 

RN3’s lead, is it unassailable? Can Lollipop get up there? 

With an electric burst of speed Lollipop caught RN3’s draft and rode it ahead of them, snaking back-and-forth to guard against any potential reclaim. Lollipop cleared the finish line in first, taking the victory that they had promised themselves. Exhilarated by the victory they’d waited so long for and validated in their choice to return, Lollipop exhorted their success in front of the press and threw one of the biggest parties the SMR crowd had ever seen in celebration, with everyone in the field except Superball in attendance. And unbeknownst to them then, the good times would keep rolling. A well-partied Lollipop mounted a spectacular performance in the subsequent race, fighting with Ghost Plasma and Nemo to score a third-place finish and fourth place in the overall standings.

Overcome with adrenaline and overjoyed with their success, Lollipop announced another art party with everyone invited to celebrate their unexpected medal spree. And when Superball, infamous for their isolationism, looked to sneak away from that too, Lollipop confronted them.

Lollipop: Hey, Superball! The party’s not that way.

Superball: (pause) I’m not going.

Lollipop: Everyone’s going to hang out and work on a painting to celebrate. And that means everyone.

Superball: (pause) I’m sorry, I can’t.

Lollipop: (sigh) What, so you’re going to refuse to do anything with us forever? Is it because you’re mad that someone that’s not you is allowed to be on the podium? Or is it because you think you’re better than us?

Superball: I never—

Lollipop: Whatever. I bet you wish we’d stop wasting your precious training time and let you win everything, right? Well, forget I asked.

In Superball’s absence, the party went ahead, and Lollipop painted Victory alongside the rest of the field as a sequel and replacement to Chaos

Their ascension in the standings and the completion of their first major work since disassociation with Sucrose gave the outside impression of normality. But returning to Bewaring for the season break cast into sharp relief the consequences of their split with Sucrose. With no gallery space, studio space, or art supplies, all Lollipop had to work with was the inside of their small flat. Once-beloved haunts in the city were poisoned with memories of relationships gone sour, so they eventually stopped leaving their flat for anything but necessities. All anyone but their family wanted to know was the story of what had gone sour with Sucrose. Utterly isolated in the place they’d called home, each attempt to return to art led them in circles, work after work abandoned incomplete on the canvas. Seeking catharsis, Lollipop took once more to destroying their art, a habit which Victory fell victim to. 

Little was seen of them until they travelled to Winterpeg for the Snow Rally races. Upon arrival, they attempted to apologize to Superball for their outburst months prior. 

(door knocking)

Lollipop: Hey, Superball? You in there?

(A door opens.)

Superball: What?

Lollipop: Can I come in?

Superball: (pause) Okay.

Lollipop: Hey, thanks. Listen, um, I wanted to apologize for what happened before the break. Not my best moment. But hey, I ended up destroying that painting, so I guess it doesn’t matter. Haha.

Superball: Don’t apologize. You were right.

Lollipop: What?

Superball: I don’t want to do anything with you. And I want you to leave me alone so I can train. So, you were right.

Lollipop: Uh…

Superball: There’s no point in apologizing when you were right, is there?

Lollipop: …I…. alright.

Vexed but relieved to have apologized, Lollipop put the incident out of mind. And when awoken at the crack of dawn on the 2nd of April by a knock on the door, they initially thought nothing of it. 

“Nothing sunk in until the official asked, ‘this is your voice, right?'”

In a brutal coincidence, they were the unintended target of a bug in Superball’s room. The conversation had been leaked online. Bleary and shocked, the words they’d spoken not so long ago sounded alien to them. 

“‘It’s going to be impossible to contain at this point. You probably don’t have to worry, though.'”

Lollipop was brought to see Superball, cowering and tearful in the athletes’ village lobby as the bug was uncovered in the room, but the two didn’t speak. They spent much of the subsequent race in a haze. In a cruel twist of irony, Lollipop’s 9th-place finish and Superball’s failure to score a single point tied the two on points, Lollipop winning the tiebreak. 

Lacking the context of the original argument, the recording told a clear-cut story of Lollipop being harassed almost unprovoked by rumoured bully Superball. They were inundated with sympathetic media coverage. But as they listened to the recording again and again, guilt needled at them. What Superball had said was clearly a response, but few seemed curious as to the initial issue. Their non-committal apology began to seem insufficient in light of what they’d actually said. And in assuming that they were being plotted against, refusing to drop the issue, and sabotaging something Superball by all accounts had dedicated their life to, were they doing to Superball what Sucrose had done to them?

Superball locked themselves in their room for the rest of the week, and Lollipop was only able to speak to them through their door late at night.

Lollipop: (knocking) Superball?

Superball: Go away.

Lollipop: Look, I know you want to be alone, but please at least talk to me. It’s not fair that you’re in this mess because of me, and I want to say something, but—

Superball: Just go away!

Lollipop: If I could clear things up for you—

Superball: I told you, I want to be alone! All this lying about me, stalking me, spying on me, and now banging on my door in the middle of the night. You’re the same as everyone else.

Lollipop: All I want to do is set things right, okay? I don’t—look, my life has been really weird recently and I just—

Superball: Don’t bother. You never really changed your mind, did you? You still think there’s something wrong with me for not wanting to spend time at your loud parties and get covered in paint. You just regret saying it out loud.

Lollipop: I…

Superball: So, you’re right. I’m nothing like you. It’s so easy for you to say the right thing to make everyone like you, and you never get overwhelmed, or scared, or mess it up without knowing it. But I do, and I don’t know why, and everyone’s always treated me worse for it. Racing is the only thing I’m worth anything at, and now you’ve ruined that for me!

(pause)

Superball: Now will you go away?

The direct approach had not worked. Race 8 went no better for either of them. Cool Moody continued their march up the standings with a silver while Superball and Lollipop came across the line with one and two points respectively, putting Lollipop in third, above Superball by a single point. There were no celebrations. Even those marble sports outlets which claimed to be sympathetic to what they believed Lollipop had experienced harangued them in public, including during their trip from Winterpeg back to the sandhills. 

Increasingly troubled by the situation and dwelling on Superball’s words, Lollipop refused to give up on resolving the conflict, even as Big Pearl warned them that they might be unable to gain Superball’s forgiveness. They sought the advice of Black Knight, who of the other racers had gotten closest to Superball, and who spoke sullenly of the younger racer’s isolation. Reunited with the small stock of art supplies they had left at the sandhills village before the break, Lollipop decided to do what they had joined the Rally to do; turn their feelings into art. Determined to finish something this time, they returned to the canvas. Along with a note apologizing for their previous confrontations and misunderstandings, Lollipop attempted to express through their painting both their admiration for Superball’s strength and their regret over the conflict between them. Delivered overnight to Superball’s room, Lollipop awaited a response to the message, but none came.

Race 9’s was merely disappointing for Lollipop, scoring only three points and dropping off the podium into 5th. Superball, meanwhile, derailed off the track and into the audience stands, DNF’ing dramatically. As fans and stewards alike rushed to attend to the stranded racer, Lollipop put aside their promise to themself to give Superball space and returned to the top of the sandhill to meet with them too. The two did not speak then, but Lollipop was able to use their recognizability to fend off the swelling crowd and give the on-site medical team better access. Fortunately, Superball was only slightly dazed by the incident. 

Two days later, for the first time, it was Superball who approached Lollipop. On a clear night, overlooking the sandhills, Lollipop spoke about their conflict with Sucrose and the guilt that had haunted them since, and Superball spoke about their loneliness and the bullying they had endured as a young marble and the anxiety they felt in public or around large groups. 

As the two gained a deeper appreciation for what the other had been through, they hatched a plan together; with Superball waiting in the wings, Lollipop would appear on the next edition of a popular Van Gotterdam talk show to clear the air about both Superball and Sucrose. 

Their bombshell tell-all appearance went into depth about issues of widespread fan speculation, Superball and Sucrose alike.

…about the Sucrose breakup—

It wasn’t on good terms. I did a lot of work for them for no reward; they tried to manipulate me into quitting the rally so I’d keep doing that. When I refused they took a bunch of my stuff away. It was… a harsh lesson in picking who you trust carefully. 

…but it’s not just that, it’s the argument with Superball as well. 

It’s a wiretap, you’re not getting the full story. That’s the first thing I want to say. Sure, we had a disagreement. But a lot of it was my fault. I said a lot of things that I shouldn’t have. Then we talked it out, we’ve made amends, and we’re getting along better than ever. And Superball is great—both as an athlete and as a marble—they just said something they didn’t mean. But it was a huge violation for any of that to happen regardless. It shouldn’t be unreasonable for us to have privacy in our own rooms, or not want to talk about our private lives to the press.

Their statement about Sucrose set off a firestorm in Bewaring, but the controversy about Superball calmed down immediately. Thousands of miles away from home, Lollipop’s focus was on the Rally. 0 points in Race 10 put to bed any hopes of a true breakout season, but Superball’s transformation was remarkable. Their confident racing style seemingly returned to them overnight as they took the lead early and never looked back. The two celebrated the win quietly with a documentary about the Marnaissance in the athletes’ village common room. 

Still with their own season to worry about, Lollipop picked up their performance in the next race, kept their cool during the streaker incident, and scored a healthy 10 points. Unable to win and with only a slim shot of the podium, Lollipop was still on track for their best season ever, and nonetheless content with recouping some of the places they had dropped prior. 

Though unable to win, Lollipop finished the season on a high note with a bronze medal, on the podium with race winner Superball for the first time. The two shared a hug while waiting for the championship announcement. In the end, Superball had made it—three points over Cool Moody to win. 
In celebration of their own 6th-place finish, a personal best, and Superball’s win, Lollipop did what they had longed to do again and set up a party for the champion, the podium-sitters and the season’s end. It was a quieter and more restrained outing than the previous years’ championship celebrations, but no less fun, as everyone came together to paint Love; a spiritual successor to Chaos. Superball finished the details on the painting themself.

Love, Lollipop’s most influential work to date.

In a strange limbo between sports and arts, Lollipop looked set to return to Bewaring either way until Superball made a request of them—to take them traveling around Marblearth and show them what they had missed. Lollipop gladly accepted, and for a few months afterwards the pair popped up in various popular tourist destinations, occasionally with other SMRbles, resting and relaxing and avoiding the press. But their journey concluded somewhere more familiar—Lollipop’s home city of Bewaring, where Superball had arranged a surprise to show their gratitude. 

We were always going to spend some time in Bewaring, and they insisted on coming to my flat rather than getting a hotel nearby. Well, I went to show them to the guest room, and there it was. 

Suffering from further internal conflict, Sucrose was in a difficult financial situation. Various works in their collection were being auctioned off. Chaos was not amongst them—not until they were approached by an anonymous figure willing to pay a princely sum to acquire the painting. Astonished and grateful to be reunited with their favourite work, Lollipop began to see the future just slightly more colorfully. 

Chaos and Love would eventually be exhibited together for free in Hunluen during the Marble ManiaX tournament in 2022, forming a pair entitled Higher Duality. Superball did not attend the exhibition in-person due to the large crowds, but they attended virtually and sent regards to all attendants. They also spent time with fellow attendees RN3, Pollo Loco, and Blizzard Blaster.

In the offseason, Lollipop focused on rebuilding their career as an independent artist. Returning to Van Gotterdam for an extended residency to put space between them and Bewaring, they resumed making art within a space rented to them by the Institute and mentored several new students with communication difficulties. They also met frequently with other Rallyists in the area to practice on the sandhills. The two-race 2022 Practice Round saw them achieving second overall, just below Silver Bolt. More than anything, they worked hard to develop a balance between art and their training, and as the S6 qualifiers drew closer they reported a new air of calm confidence. 

“Now that I know exactly what I’m capable of, I’ll be working as hard as possible to make sure I’m back on the roster for S6.” 

Initially lagging behind Pollo Loco, Blazing Fireball and Reflektor, Lollipop’s qualification looked shaky. But a successful lunge between Fireball and Reflektor, caught up fighting each other despite both being provisional qualifiers, made their initial uninspiring showing seem almost calculated. Lollipop celebrated the qualification in their usual fashion—with a celebration, this time a quieter and more refined affair held at the Institute itself. 

Lollipop’s start to the season was uninspiring; a single-point first race followed by two six point races and a DNF left them in last by Race 4, a far cry from the highs of Season 5. Lollipop remained confident in their capacity to improve, however, rather than merely accepting the results as they were. 

“Not everything great has to get off to the perfect start.”

True to their allusions, a fifth place finish in the subsequent race bettered their fortunes, and while R6 left something to be desired with an eighth place, R7 would see the tides begin to turn for real. Lollipop took advantage of Silver Bolt, Cool Moody and Pollo Loco all DNFing to maintain a steady third-place position behind Slimer and Ducktape for the rest of the race, snagging a bronze medal and unknowingly getting a taste of the season’s overall podium. Races 8 and 9, which saw Lollipop eliminated from win and podium contention respectively, would also see Lollipop on the bubble for the top half of the standings. They just needed a characteristically-strong final race showing to break through.

And a strong final showing Lollipop would deliver. As the championship battle roared around them, Lollipop, with nothing to play for but points, struck out to the front and remained there for most of the race. They overtook Grasshopper on the final stretch by hitting a speed boost which they had missed and won the season’s final race, capping it off with a gold. With 82 points, sandwiched between fellow 82-pointers Crazy Cat’s Eye and Pollo Loco, Lollipop staked their claim in the top half with an eighth-place finish. 

But as much as they had improved from their early days, the rally remained more than points and medals to Lollipop. More than anything, they relished the opportunity to be amongst true friends once again, adrenaline rushing as they raced downhill. Their art and sports weren’t opposing forces they needed to choose between—they were both part of a whole.

Credits

  • Writer: Millim
  • Copyeditors/Editors: Evolution, Fouc, Stynth
  • Artists: Piney, Toffeeshop
  • Graphic Designer: Yume, Tim Ritz
  • Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs
  • Release: 28/07/2024

MRS7 Memo #7: High Noon, High Tides

One track in the Marble Rally can change fortunes, and wouldn’t H2 Blue know it: two back-to-back races at Doornse Gat led to two medals. The rallyist finished first just an hour ago, and the thrill of victory still coursed through them.

All this energy, they thought, had to be shaken off: they had to act a tad normal ahead of all the schmoozing and media hits in the rest of the evening. They already sprinted up the sand dunes to an outlook over the rally track. From there, all alone, they began to sing:

A gold gives me warmth, a bronze’s not much worse,

But only two, no big deal, I want more!

I want to roll where the champions are,

I want to race down mountains and valleys –

“Hey! Are you the real H2 Blue?” said a high-pitched voice behind the rallyist. A little flushed, H2 Blue turned to see a little marble about half their size.

“This is so crazy! I don’t know if you saw me, but I was watching you from that island halfway through! You were going so fast! I’ve never seen anyone like you!”

“Oh, well… I was just in the moment there,” replied H2 Blue. “If you practice and train yourself, you can be just as fast as me.”

“Oh, but I don’t know!” said the young fan. “I was there with my best friend, and they said you’re fast because you’re really special. My friend said you have superpowers. Is that really true?”

“Well, the real world doesn’t work that way!” chuckled H2 Blue. The rallyist followed up with an offer to take the fan back to their parents.

Yet, strolling down together back to the track, the fan couldn’t stop thinking: what if H2 Blue really is different?

Almost halfway through the race, H2 Blue stretches their lead. (Photo Credit: JMR)

In any given Marble Rally season, there was only ever one constant: press conferences running over and making everyone late. Fine if you were a reporter trying to squeeze another question in – unideal if you had a dinner reservation with Superball that evening.

In the time Lollipop had spent running behind, Superball had filled their table with sheets of paper, then filled those sheets of paper with line after line of inscrutable calculations. Inscrutable to Lollipop, at least – Superball was so absorbed in them that Lollipop’s arrival went unnoticed until they spoke. 

“Sorry I’m late.” They’d texted Superball to that effect earlier too, but it never hurt to be polite. “Working on something?” 

“Just permutations.” They handed Lollipop one particularly dense sheet. “These are for my win odds.” 

A waiter placed down a starter each as Lollipop read the calcs. Superball only ever ordered their favorite, spinach anchovy dip with toasted sourdough, and Lollipop would eat whatever, so they’d probably ordered in advance. Today’s fried crab cakes were an indulgence fit for a win. 

“Yeah? How are they?” asked Lollipop eventually, fruitless attempts to understand put to rest by the complaints of an empty stomach. 

“Slightly less than two percent, give-or-take,” hummed Superball. 

Hearing that stung a little. Superball hadn’t pointed it out, but they definitely knew it; their odds to win had never been so low so close to the final. 

Lollipop nudged them encouragingly across the table. “Yeah, but you’re Superball. Numbers can’t account for that.” 

“Well, maybe…” they mused. “But I don’t know if that can bail me out anymore. Things have changed. I might not even make the top four.” 

“Supes, I-” 

“That’s why I think you could beat me this season. You’re only six points back, after all, and you were in perfect form today.” They sounded almost enthused about the prospect. 

Lollipop chuckled to themself. After all this time, Superball never stopped surprising them. “We’re optimistic about each other, then? That could work.”

Lollipop gets some airtime as a leap over the wall sends them flying into first. (Photo Credit: JMR)

Amidst the swarm of marbles, Big Pearl’s phone buzzed, a welcome distraction from the reporters around them.

sorru

best result all seasn yknow?

Further up the text history was a typo-riddled confirmation to meet up for dinner. Big Pearl raised an eyebrow and squinted at the growing crowd, which hadn’t shown the faintest sign of reduction, and decided to go bail them out.

Spotting them was easy. It was just a matter of getting there without losing track of them, a task that would be much simpler if Big Pearl’s heart didn’t melt every time a watery-eyed young marble stopped them for an autograph.

“Are you gonna win?” the child asked as Big Pearl uncapped a marker.

“I’m going to do my best,” they replied, handing the paper back. Their signature shimmered with a nacre finish. As they watched the young marble dash away, they caught a flash of red in their periphery.

“Ghost,” Big Pearl called, stepping through the crowd in their direction, and halted.

It was the wrong red marble. The crowd parted slightly to make room for the impromptu standoff.

“Pearl!” greeted El Capitan. “How’s it going?” Their boisterous cordiality was strained.

“Good.” Big Pearl’s attempt fell even flatter.

The two stared at each other, both unwilling to budge as the sound of camera shutters began to drown out the gossip around them. No doubt this was going to get plastered on every other sports article this week, Big Pearl thought, with a headline like ‘Showdown at High Noon’ even though it’s six in the evening. So be it. They stared down El Capitan even harder. 

“Yo, ‘Cap!”

The tension snapped. Pollo Loco strutted onto the scene, giving El Capitan a friendly bump. “There you are! C’mon, I booked us a table at ‘The Time and Tide.’ It’ll be great.” As they continued, Big Pearl took the opportunity to slip back into the crowd.

Unaware of what had just transpired, the bronze medalist was waving goodbye to a final fan as their friend approached.

“Hey, Ghost.” Big Pearl’s expression was unreadable. “Could you tell Dragon to cancel that reservation?” 

“Huh? But you like seafood.”

“I want to go somewhere else tonight. Please.”

Lollipop, Pollo Loco, and Ghost Plasma on the podium for Race 7. (Photo Credit: JMR)

Credits

MRS7 Memo #6: What Goes Around Rolls Around

Quicksilver leads the B-League race with half a minute to go. (Photo Credit: JMR)

Quicksilver was beginning to tire of the consequences of their actions. One kind gesture to RN3 and they were suddenly whisking them away to a quaint little meadow that nobody seemed to know about and presenting them with another box. 

Held together with a white satin ribbon, it bore on each side a logo Quicksilver didn’t recognize. When they pulled at the ribbon, it unfurled and took with it the box, which collapsed outward onto the picnic blanket. Inside was a stack of shortbreads coated with chocolate and coconut, somehow still perfectly arranged.

Quicksilver blinked slowly. “These are from Quixote.” 

“Do you like them?” 

Quicksilver took a measured bite. Crumbs scattered across the grass. Between each layer was a thick puck of gooey caramel, melting the flavors together. 

“It’s just like I remember,” they sighed. “You didn’t have to,” they then followed, sharper. 

“Well, I wanted to,” replied RN3, smiling. 

After the podium ceremony, Reflektor and Blizzard Blaster agreed to have a celebratory dinner at a nearby restaurant. As they waited for the food to arrive, they discussed how their perceptions had changed as the season progressed, joyful the whole time.

“Consistency is big in the long run, but once you pair it up with a medal, marbles take a different look at you,” the championship leader said.

Blizzard Blaster smiled and replied. “That’s true. Suddenly you’re launched up the table and into the public eye. Of course it’s everyone’s goal here, but it’s a weird feeling for someone who’s not used to this, right?”

“It’s… unique, for sure. But there’s always someone who enjoys lurking behind the champion until the opportunity comes…”

Reflektor’s expression changed, as the overtake by Dragon’s Egg on the line for second came to mind.

“What’s made you worried all of a sudden, buddy?”

“Well, it’s just that I still have some areas to improve.”

It’s a nonstop process,” Blizzard Blaster said upliftingly. “You’ve improved a lot this year already, and you and Blue Moon should be proud.”

Both of them began to smile, distracted as their dinner arrived.

Eight years they’d known them. Eight years, and even when they raced separately, they always met up again eventually. 

Big Pearl, Dragon’s Egg, and Ghost Plasma meandered together across Doornse Gat (“If we mess up the track, we’ll get in trouble,” Dragon’s Egg had warned) until the sun kissed the horizon and the evening poured its twilight hues across the sky. The trio finally settled atop a branch that straddled a split in the sand, where the wind whistled as it squeezed through gaps in the wood and the podium was a mere white speck.

“Thanks for being here,” Big Pearl said quietly. Thanks for being here even when I struggled in the Showdown last year. Even when I wasn’t invited before that. 

Dragon’s Egg smiled. “Feels like we stood on that podium together yesterday.”

“I’ll join you two again someday,” Big Pearl declared. “I just want to deal with a certain someone first.”

Ghost Plasma’s gaze slid over to them. “El Capitan?” they suggested, as if it could have been anyone else.

Big Pearl kicked at the sand. “Well, the showdown championship’s probably going to come down to us, unless someone mounts a challenge from the back.” They eyed Dragon’s Egg. “I’m sure you know what I mean.”

“I do.” 

“It’d be way more impressive if I pulled it off,” interjected Ghost Plasma, grinning playfully.

Big Pearl gave them a flat stare. “You?”

“It’s mathematically possible!” they protested. They nudged the marble beside them. “Eggsy, back me up.”

To Ghost Plasma’s indignation, Dragon’s Egg coughed politely and looked away. Big Pearl laughed. “C’mon, let’s go back. It’s getting chilly.”

Blizzard Blaster, Dragon’s Egg, and Reflektor on the podium for Race 6. (Photo Credit: JMR)

Credits

Out of the Rolling – Event 11: Into the Thicket of It

Jump was grateful for the extra time in Kinikolu that the Jungle Jumpers had granted them. Most eliminated marbles had returned home hastily, either knowing they were due or hoping they were due their invitations to M1, but the Jungle Jumpers had many reasons to doubt their hopes of return, and that meant they could have an extra week to themself. Right now, they were scouting out the island’s tallest, most robust trees for a round of low-stakes bungee jumping. Sometimes, extended offseasons had their perks. 

Halfway up their next conquest, a domineering coastal redwood overlooking flagging ocean tides, their focus was interrupted by movement dancing across the edge of their vision. It was not particularly unusual for something besides them to be around; Kinikolu was as rich in wildlife and nature as Lewara. But most wild animals were too skittish to go anywhere near an unfamiliar marble. And it was unlikely to be another marble, Jump rationalized, as they’d only gotten to this particular stretch of the coast through a difficult stretch of jungle terrain, and only told a select few marbles about it. Rojo Uno, who was long gone, Shelly, ditto, and –

“Oh! There it is.” 

Diego. Jump watched the cats-eye marble waltz out of the overgrowth with a certain amusement. They were about to call out from above when they realized that Diego themself wasn’t alone, either – Rezzy was following behind them. 

“It’s beautiful,” Rezzy replied, gaze cast over the waves. Neither of them had noticed Jump, naturally camouflaged amongst the leaves. “No wonder Jump said to keep it secret.” 

Oh, come on, Jump thought. 

They came to a stop together on the sand, facing the ocean. Beneath a velveteen sunset, foamy waves brushed up against the white sand. Neither of them spoke. Clearly, they hadn’t planned for company and Jump considered calling it quits for the evening – if only they could get down and leave silently. 

Rezzy spoke first between them. “I’m going to miss you,” they said, in the sort of way that already made it sound like they were barely holding back tears. As passively guilty as their foray into espionage made them feel, Jump had never heard Rezzy be anywhere near sincere before. They couldn’t help but wonder what Rezzy might sound like if they did break down crying. 

“I know,” Diego replied in the affirmative. “I’m sorry.” 

“You weren’t supposed to go so soon,” protested Rezzy, petulance masking a real hurt. “I can’t stay here without you! This stupid place – these idiots – it’s hell if you’re not here.” 

Jump side-eyed the resplendence of the setting sun. If this is Rezzy’s hell, I’d love to see their heaven, they thought. Apparently, Diego felt similarly, nudging Rezzy gently towards the view. 

“I wanted to share the final race with you,” protested Rezzy. “I wanted you to win.”

Diego’s expression became firmer. “Don’t you dare throw this away just because I’m gone.”  

Like a scolded child, Rezzy pouted but seemed to agree silently, giving up their protests and letting Diego launch into a monologue. 

“I wanted to win too! I don’t think anyone came here not caring if they won. But if I could go back to when I was considering that invitation and tell myself I’d only get eleventh, I would’ve still said yes. So I refuse to feel sorry for myself.” 

Rezzy squirmed. “It’s just unfair. It’s completely unfair, the entire stupid thing. You deserved it! And you saved me for no reason when you should have been trying to get ahead!” 

Diego shrugged. “Sure, it’s unfair. Even if me and Jump pooled our successes, we probably couldn’t even hope to touch someone like you or Mandarin. That’s not fair. But life metes out its hands without thinking about who deserves it or doesn’t.”

So they haven’t forgotten me yet, Jump thought. 

“I freed you for the same reason I freed you back then – because I want to be fair, even if the world isn’t,” they said. “And if I’m going to go out, I want to do it having stuck to my principles.” 

It was strange for Jump to hear their thoughts echoed so eloquently by someone else (save for the Rezzy ones, which was probably a Diego thing). Better to be right than successful. But perhaps it shouldn’t be so strange, they thought. It was hard to deny that the Stars and the Jumpers often played the same role. Never meeting with great failure or great success, failing to qualify but escaping relegation, fighting every day to keep competing not for the success or wealth it brought them (or didn’t) but for the love of the sport. And that was without mentioning the similarities between Lewara and Isle Hyu. Diego probably understood that just as well as they did, even if they did deserve a stern talking-to about keeping secrets. 

Diego’s case made and Rezzy’s protests exhausted, the two on the beach were serene and quiet. It was the sort of fond, private scene worthy of a painting. Crashing waves obfuscated what might be the sound of Rezzy’s tears, as if the island itself was guarding the moment. 

“Don’t give up, Rez. I’m always with you.” 

Jump shut their ears. Maybe they really didn’t need to know what someone else’s loss sounded like.

(Art Credit: Piney)

Credits

MRS7 Memo #5: It Takes Two

Slimer tries to catch Ducktape as the latter cruises to victory. (Photo Credit: JMR)

Wearing their shiny gold medal, Ducktape had spent the last few hours reveling in their resounding victory. They kept a close eye on the time, though – as soon as a hint of sundown neared, the purplish marble made their way to the hilly patches of Dopersduin, only to see that another marble had reached first.

“You’re late,” remarked Slimer with a smirk.

“It’s barely dusk! I know we promise to meet whenever we finish consecutively, but today I was occupied with, uh, winning festivities,” Ducktape replied, unable to hide a grin of their own.

The pair’s bond had strengthened considerably since both across the previous Marble Rally season and the off-season following it, as upon the wake of Season 7, Ducktape and Slimer would converse several times a week. Today, they had been reunited on the top two steps of the podium, almost as if they were reliving the eventful year they’d shared before.

“It feels different now,” sighed Slimer, as the two rolled across the mossy terrain in unison. “This year, there’s so much more attention, more scrutiny… It’s been hard to focus on the racing and… be my own marble, y’know? Do I sound pretentious saying that?” asked Slimer, after receiving a strange look from Ducktape.

“It’s not pretentious, just more… confusing. You achieved your ultimate goal, the honor we all want more than anything. In a way, isn’t that a relief?”

Slimer took a moment to ponder Ducktape’s question. They did feel that relief, but simultaneously, a new kind of pressure loomed over them — the champion-level expectation that had been tugging at them each race.

“It does, you’re right. I’ve just always preferred the lower-profile life, but that’s hard to come by now. See, even after your win, the subject is me! Today should be about you. You were great out there.”

We were great out there,” Ducktape replied candidly. “If anything, today’s race showed that you could cope with that expectation alright. Just like old times.”

“Just like old times,” repeated Slimer, feeling a nostalgic wave of comfort.

“I’ll say it as clearly as I have already – I can’t understand why you’re so obliging to CCE.”

Against the shadowed backdrop of a now-deserted fan-stand, Wisp of Darkness cracked a self-satisfied smile.. “Yeah, we’re not buds, but what you don’t understand is that since the dinner is free, I’m basically making profit off it.” 

“But you paid the last time, didn’t you?” replied Black Knight. 

“Yeah, so we’re getting even this time,” boasted Wisp of Darkness. 

“You know that the Felynian High Council is bankrolling Crazy Cat’s Eye, right? If this is a power play… well, you can’t get even, even if you tried.” 

Wisp of Darkness exhaled haughtily. “You just don’t understand.” 

Black Knight had to agree – they didn’t. They scrunched their eyes together and reminded themself that it was WOD’s right to make terribly advised decisions. 

“If you’re having fun, I won’t get in your way. But let me be frank with you – it’s not the choice that I would make. ”

Wisp of Darkness’ grin grew sharper. “I’ll be having fun when I’m eating lobster and caviar later tonight.” 

Black Knight sighed under their breath. I can’t believe someone like this is second right now… If I don’t step things up, it’ll just be Big Pearl against El Capitan. 

Late out of the press junket, it was the golden hour by the time RN3 reached the canal on their roll through town. Golden light spilled onto the lazy undulations of the slow-flowing water, occasionally scattered by a light breeze. It was peaceful – peaceful until Quicksilver showed up out of nowhere. 

RN3 readied themself for their usual complaints. But the very air around them was noticeably different, and to their side hung a fanciful pink bag.

“Come with me,” they insisted, tugging RN3 forward. Bemused but curious, RN3 obliged, following them until they arrived in a small half-walled garden with a fountain and a bench. 

When they sat down, Quicksilver handed the bag off to them insistently. It was almost cold to the touch. “I got you something,” they blurted out, so nervous they could barely stand to meet RN3’s gaze.

Inside the bag was a similarly whimsical pink box; contained within which was a neapolitan ice cream cake, perfectly portioned for two, with “500 career points – congratulations, Red” written in delicate icing on top. 

“You even remembered my favorite flavor. I can’t thank you enough,” RN3 gasped. That only embarrassed Quicksilver further, and they withdrew further into themself. 

“It’s not a big deal, so don’t make it one,” they mumbled. “I just… Ugh, forget it. Eat it before it melts everywhere.” 

RN3 smiled. “Want to share?” 

If Quicksilver had been embarrassed before, they were positively flustered now. “F-Fine. But this doesn’t mean we’re not still rivals, alright?” 

“I know, I know,” RN3 laughed, cutting half of the vanilla section away for their friend. 

Ducktape, Slimer, and Red Number 3 on the Race 5 podium. (Photo Credit: JMR)

Credits

MRS7 Memo #4: A Summer Night’s Dream

Having gotten past Blazing Fireball in the last sector, Blue Moon, Pollo Loco, and Crazy Cat’s Eye approach the finish line. (Photo Credit: JMR)

Having finally finished with the post-race circus, Blue Moon flopped onto the grass with a yawn. The gloomy skies had given way to alternating clumps of sun and cloud, periodically lightening and darkening the air around them.

Out of the corner of their eye, they saw Summer Sky wading across the meadow in their direction and sat up. Blue Moon waved as the lighter blue marble drew closer.

“I was just going to say congratulations on your first win,” Summer Sky said. The sun somehow glinted off of them at the perfect angle. “You looked great out there today battling it out at the front – but if you’re busy, I won’t bother you.”

“I’m not,” Blue Moon reassured. “Thanks, though, and same to you. You made that climb back to the front look effortless.”

It was Summer Sky’s turn to be flustered by praise. “Any plans to commemorate your first gold?” they asked, trying to deflect. Blue Moon shuffled awkwardly.

“I didn’t think I’d ever get here,” they admitted sheepishly. “So I never thought about what I’d do either. I think the tradition is to be loud and go to a party? Personally I’d rather take a nap, but I’d probably get sunburnt.” Blue Moon squinted up at the drifting clouds. “Actually…it’s a good temperature for ice cream. Know any places?”

Their search led them to a local parlor who’d looked as though it hadn’t changed its décor since it opened thirty years ago. Blue Moon was delighted to see they sold their namesake ice cream, while Summer Sky settled for their award-winning vanilla in lieu of their preferred mango flavor.

“So that’s who designed your uniform,” said Summer Sky. “I talked with them last week! I can’t believe I never connected the dots.”

Blue Moon nodded, carving out another spoonful of their ice cream. It had come with crescent and star-shaped sprinkles. “I figured if anyone knew them, it’d be you or Lollipop. But enough about me. What were you up to during the offseason?”

“Oh, the usual, like you,” they replied vaguely. “I spent some time with Grasshopper; that was nice. Y’know,” they said, changing the subject, “I think Quicksilver would like this place. Maybe it’d even cheer them up! I wonder what they’re up to…”

A race day that ended with the race itself was rare. Press duty for the podium-sitters was followed with crowds of fans hanging around the sandhills, looking for autographs, or just a word with the racers. Debriefings and post-race consulting with trainers and management followed, as did any informal discussions between competitors. On a good day, everything finished two hours after the last Rallyist crossed the line. With lines of young marbles spilling out from the entrance, today was unlikely to be a good day. 

“Think you could stick around and do the meet-and-greets with us? Those kids love you, gato, and I’ll pay you back,” pleaded El Capitan. Though they tried to keep an even keel to their tone, both had seen the scenes outside, and their words were underwritten with a subtle desperation. CCE remained unmoved. 

“Afraid not. I have plans with Wisp of Darkness, and we can’t both be late.” Punctuating their unwillingness, they rolled backwards while keeping level gaze with El Capitan, whose face curdled with frustration. 

“Wisp of Darkness!?” they groaned. “You don’t even like Wisp of Darkness!”

CCE grinned. “I like anyone who’s paying for my dinner,” they corrected. “Best of luck out there, though.” They backed away fully, and El Capitan watched helplessly as they vanished over the horizon. 

Back amongst the crowd, Pollo Loco had taken responsibility for wrangling the attendant fans. That El Capitan returned to anything short of complete anarchy was a testament to their crowd management. But Pollo Loco made it look effortless, each of the bright-eyed young marbles queued up in an orderly fashion and hanging on their every word. Whenever one received their autograph, they departed cleanly and were swiftly replaced by whoever was behind them. 

“Impressive,” remarked El Capitan, nudging Pollo Loco approvingly. Another young marble wriggled to the front of the queue. 

Pollo Loco smiled nonchalantly. “It’s nothin’, really,” they laughed as they brought the next attendee closer. “What’s your name, kid?” 

“I dunno,” they squeaked. Pollo Loco and El Capitan exchanged a confused glance between them. “Hey, can you guess who my uniform is based on? It’s my favourite racer!” It was red and yellow in equal parts, streaked with white and green. 

“Phoenix?” ventured Pollo Loco. 

“Nuh-uh.” 

“It’s Rastafarian, isn’t it?” concluded El Capitan. 

That too was countered with a nuh-uh– and a callout from Quicksilver, who had been observing unnoticed from a distance. 

“The kid doesn’t look anything like either of them,” laughed Quicksilver. “Phoenix? Seriously?”

El Capitan took a sharp breath. “Very well. But if you’re so sure of yourself, you’ll have the right answer, yes?” 

For a moment Quicksilver was caught off guard. “How should I know?” they grumbled. “But if you want my opinion that badly, they look like a mix of the two of you.” 

El Capitan huffed. “Hardly an answer-” 

“Yay!” exclaimed the young marble, hopping up and down. “You got it! You’re both my favorites!” 

Quicksilver had already vanished, leaving El Capitan and Pollo Loco to turn to each other.

“Well, I’ll be,” El Capitan mumbled.

“Lookin’ good, kid,” added Pollo Loco.

Blue Moon, Pollo Loco, and Crazy Cat’s Eye on the Race 4 podium. (Photo Credit: JMR)

Credits

Superball: The Challenger

The official portrait and wordmark for Superball.
(Design Credit: Tim Ritz)

Any debate as to the greatest Rallyist would be remiss not to mention Superball’s name. Since their introduction in 2018, Superball has become a lynchpin of the Rally, and fans often joke that the two years prior to their debut were merely a head-start for the rest of the field. But relative to contemporaries like Ghost Plasma and RN3 they’ve remained an elusive figure, never dabbling in the League and making scarce few appearances in public.  Instead, Superball has let the results speak for themselves— at least in theory. 

Originally from Supozi, a peaceful city sat ensconced between snowy slopes and the southern coast, a young Superball first attracted attention not as an athlete but as an exceptionally intelligent young marble who stood out amongst their peers for their discipline and academic excellence. When they eventually became understimulated in school, they were turned on to sports in the hope that their capabilities would translate to Supozi’s cutthroat soccer culture. Lush fields and year-round pleasant weather make the ballgame an incredibly popular sport across the city, and in turn a system of feeder youth teams and training camps hungry for the next big thing have sprang up to support the increasingly sophisticated industry. Smart enough to not suffer academically while training and naturally athletic enough to succeed, Superball came highly recommended by their youth coach and quickly demonstrated the necessary skills and dedication to go far. Early performance records leaked by fan sleuths speak to an adept young athlete tipped for the top.

However, while adored by teachers and coaches alike, Superball’s peers did not take well to them. They were lagging behind in verbal expression and struggled to interact with and befriend other players when introduced to an actual team environment. During intense matches they were sometimes unable to issue even simple field commands. All of the potential they were believed to hold was called into question. They were also troubled by frequent changes of school, at one point having to move thrice in the span of two years. The reason for these transfers was never publicly specified, but those same fan sleuths also uncovered their extensive injury records, all attributed to incidents between Superball and other players. As a place on an associated youth team was contingent on a given prospective player playing for their school’s home team for the length of a season, this simple prerequisite proved an insurmountable obstacle for the itinerant Superball. They got the closest after one school fast-tracked them to the team thanks to their excellent performance metrics, then placed in a more passive supporting role. However, after another reported altercation with other members of the team, Superball was quietly struck from the roster, and their attempts to climb the ladder of glory would come to an end.

Still an exceptional athlete, Superball redirected their efforts towards solo sport. Agility was their greatest strength, so they focused on racing, dashing about in the dry riverbeds and sandhills of Supozi. Having exhausted all other options, they also began attending a non-mainstream school, which meant that despite their exceptional grades, they weren’t able to go on to university after graduation. Now alone and with few prospects, Superball began dedicating their life to racing. 

At the time, Supozi’s rallyist population was predominantly casual. None shared Superball’s professional ambitions. They quickly tired of their dominance over their races and redirected them to the Sand Marble Rally; a professional rally league with real stakes and real competition. It had recently experienced a bevy of retirements and was seeking new and capable competitors. 

Superball traveled out of Supozi to nearby Rugbetia, where a pre-qualification tournament was being held. Bottom-half elimination style races whittled the hopefuls down until only twenty marbles remained. Superball made it through the chaotic first three races, but only victory in the final round would allow them entry into the 2018 SMR qualifiers. Their relative inexperience appeared a weakness, but lead change after lead change, trap after trap, split after split, Superball held firm. They seized the lead decisively after the rest of the front pack had gotten caught up fighting each other. This victory meant that Superball would join Ducktape, Phoenix and Grasshopper as novice racers in the upcoming season. 

Between then and the actual qualifiers they developed an elaborate training routine and began working with a well-known local trainer named Patches, aiming to secure qualification to the tournament itself. That qualification they secured, finishing their qualifier race in fourth and joining the 2018 A-League roster. 

Superball attracted little attention from Rally watchers initially. Qualifying race winner Phoenix was considered by most the immediate standout amongst the debuting crowd, having been personally endorsed by the now-retired Fantasy. Not helping the gulf between them was Superball’s reluctance to speak to the press or do any other self-promotion. That they had never had a professional racing career before also meant that bookkeepers and fans were highly skeptical of their ability to beat experienced racers like Dragon’s Egg and Ghost Plasma.

A forum discussion about the 2018 preseason. (Design Credit: Yume)

Superball’s start to the season was not particularly inspiring. Their eighth place finish was outclassed by Phoenix and Grasshopper in fourth and fifth respectively; in their next race Phoenix beat them once again, as did Ducktape. A fourth place in race three was more encouraging, though far from an indicator of what was to come. But Superball followed that up with a stunning win. Despite Phoenix’s early lead, Superball played smart and took the bottom line during a crucial split around the midway point, charging to the front and never letting up. In a warped premonition of what was to come, RN3 and Phoenix sat on the podium’s lower steps in silver and bronze. 

Where other athletes relished in the attention afforded by a win, particularly on which had put them in the overall lead, Superball once more eluded the public eye. They would only briefly attend the subsequent press conference, and none of the usual pictures from a post-race party appeared on the other racers’ social media accounts. Fans lurking the sandhills hoping to catch the racers out and about reported seeing Superball back training on the track mere hours later. 

A thread on Hilltop discusses the aftermath of Superball’s win. (Design Credit: Yume)

Despite being particularly on-edge following the race’s false start, a sixth place finish in Race 5 was sufficient for Superball to strike out further into the lead. Had they been underestimated? Fans and pundits debated the matter fiercely, but this Superball-lead state of affairs did not last. Subsequent races marked a slight decline for them and a sharp upturn for fellow front-runners Phoenix and RN3. The battle for the lead was becoming highly contested. Meanwhile, Superball’s absence from the public eye and inner-circle celebrations continued, behavior widely considered bad form amongst dedicated Rally fans. 

Red Number 3 has been on top before, is on top now. Can Superball give any chase?

So narrated Greg in Race Seven, giving voice to the predominant item of fan speculation- could a novice like Superball seize back their lost lead? The race itself saw their first direct conflict with the beloved standings leader, quarreling for second place behind a dominant Black Knight. Superball eventually overcame RN3 and refused to cede the position, but they could not catch up with Black Knight, and RN3 keeping third place let them maintain a healthy eight-point lead over Superball. Still, Superball themselves had a six-point lead over now third-place Black Knight. Coming into the final race, Superball was very much the challenger; an upstart with a real shot at sweeping the title away from a beloved fan-favorite.

Once more Superball did not attend the post-race celebratory event. They spent the next week training unrelentingly for what looked to be the race of a lifetime. They also refused the pre-race interviews given by the other prospective podium-sitters. 

A week later, amidst the autumn leaves, RN3, Superball, Black Knight, Phoenix and Crazy Cat’s Eye lined up for the championship-deciding race. Despite initial optimism, here was where Superball’s relative inexperience finally proved a liability. Having overextended themselves solo training without rest the entire week prior, they languished at the back of the pack, unable to overtake and only seen in second-camera shots. Meanwhile, frontrunners Phoenix, Big Pearl and Comet continued onwards. A last gasp wall-dash move later on put them in a slightly better position, but their competitors had long seized the chance to determine the race’s outcome. Phoenix in particular had taken an assertive several-length lead over Big Pearl and continued to extend it as they rolled further downhill. Nobody could have said it better than Greg: 

Where’s RN3? Where’s Superball?

While Phoenix was ineligible for the overall championship, a race win could earn them a podium position, and it seemed nobody knew that better than Phoenix themself. Meanwhile, equally mired at the back was Black Knight, and a calamitous mistake while in 20th resulted in an almost off-screen DNF for the other prospective champion. Almost at the same time RN3 took second over Big Pearl. Superball was a non-factor at the back of the pack as RN3 then caught up with Phoenix and battled them on the slaloms, but failed to overtake by the finish line. Summer Sky completed the final race podium, having pushed past Lollipop in the last few seconds. For all of their effort during the race, Superball earned only a single point.

While RN3’s victory was assured simply by placing above Superball, it was Phoenix’s win that dealt the biggest blow. For want of three points, Superball was pushed by Phoenix into third place. Outshone by their fellow debut marble, they were left to wonder what could have been, though unlike the similarly unfortunate Black Knight they still stood proudly on the final podium with a bronze. 

In their first interview ever given, Superball issued a to-the-point statement about the season’s outcome to the press conference. 

“I’m glad I was able to stand on the podium today. I’ll see everyone next year.” 

Superball left the podium party early and did not remain for the B-League, departing back to Supozi long before most of the other competitors made their way home. 

An unproven rookie from an area with no sand racing heritage, Superball’s success secured the attention of many Rally fans. Carefulness, strategic movements and the ability to move steadily forwards on a clear track defined their racing style. Many Supozians were also happy to see a city native achieve success, though the Rally itself garnered little interest at home. But some in the city were also eager to gossip about Superball, whose silence regarding their personal life excited the imagination of fans and journalists alike. Approached by outlets covering the rally, past classmates and teammates of Superball’s sold accounts of their personal life and history to the highest bidder. 

A Spoolit thread speculating about Superball’s origins. (Design Credit: Yume)

Superball fans and more reputable marble sports journalists alike picked apart the inconsistencies between the stories and argued that nothing could be confirmed as long as those speaking remained anonymous. Nevertheless, the image conveyed—that at best, Superball was socially maladjusted, and at worst an irascible bully—stuck in the public imagination. Their reputation thusly suffered, but no retraction or counter-narrative was ever provided. Superball just kept on rolling. 

There was little doubt that Superball would be training for the 2019 MR season with the same dedication they had displayed during their debut season. Whatever faults were found with them elsewhere, nobody could deny their dedication to the sport. Neither they nor Patches spoke to the press during this time, though it was obviously impossible to stop the general public visiting Supozi’s sandhills. Those in the area described to fans an intensive and comprehensive training routine aimed at fixing the problems which had denied them what could have been a rookie-season win. Some noted that their training was frequently frustrated by young racing fans, who Superball would reportedly greet much more openly than other older marbles. 

Uniquely, they worked tirelessly to individually replicate the courses which had tripped them up in 2018, in particular the narrow and winding final track where the traffic jam of marbles had impeded their progress. 

The Red Number 3 controversy proved an unwelcome interruption to Superball’s offseason. In the midst of the matter, Superball appeared as part of MSPN’s Not a Marble documentary to issue a statement. Theirs, unlike Phoenix’s, was in favour of RN3’s eligibility to compete, as well as providing what could only be described as a glowing character reference. Speaking openly and confidently, it was perhaps their most extroverted appearance yet. That they were happy to speak to the press to defend RN3 but not to discuss their own career also took many rally fans by surprise. In a certain sense Superball also benefitted from the distraction that the RN3 controversy provided from their own elusive background. But Superball was also not without their fans. They attracted a particularly dedicated fanbase amongst both younger marbles and ultra-passionate rally fans. Some fans went as far as to suggest that once Superball showed their true potential, the rest of the roster would eventually come around to Superball’s isolationist approach. 

As the 2019 Marble Rally swung into action, Superball returned to the sandhills for the friendly race, snatching a fifth place finish in the field of eight. 

In a first race of tight curves that saw almost half of the field DNFing, Superball demonstrated their natural tenacity and the improvements made to their racing over the off-season with several quick-thinking overtakes and wall jumps that allowed them to seize a fourth-place finish. Meanwhile, Phoenix and Black Knight came to a stop next to each other in a mutual DNF, which fans of both marbles alleged was deliberate on the part of the other marble—allegations disavowed by Phoenix and Black Knight alike. Some fans also alleged that Superball had sided with Black Knight over Phoenix in the conflict, following rumours that Superball had been seen comforting them.

Continuing hot and dry weather, similar to conditions in Supozi, favored Superball coming into the second race. Initially relegated to the back of the pack by the initial scrum, Superball overtook the other competitors in tight spaces and hairpin turns one-by-one until they were able to land a fifth-place finish. The new subtlety and precision of their racing was a clear sign their training had paid off.  

Even as the field responded to Superball’s new tactics by guarding against them, Superball played things cleanly on Race 3’s perilous track and ended up in third, only slightly behind Reflektor and Blizzard Blaster. Uncharacteristically, they attended the post-race party, only to be caught by the press leaving early in what appeared to be a foul mood. This sighting was quickly spun into speculation regarding an argument between Superball and either championship leader Blizzard Blaster or old rival Phoenix, also in attendance. Blizzard Blaster denied this fervently on social media, but Phoenix’s silence fueled speculation.

A rebuttal from Blizzard Blaster. (Design Credit: Yume)

Perhaps what happened, whatever it was, negatively impacted Superball’s psyche, as the dynamism and daring-do seen previously was all but absent in Race 4. They never broke out from the back of the pack and finished in a disappointing 10th place. These efforts were still enough to tie them for points in first with El Capitan and Blizzard Blaster, however.

RN3 dominated the subsequent race, and Superball was as out of the conversation as everyone else. What concerned their fans was an apparent lack of stamina around the midpoint. Successive mistakes lost them a considerable amount of momentum, left them vulnerable to overtakes, and resulted in Superball being pushed almost to the back by the end of the second sector. An eighth-place finish kept them in a tentative provisional third, but those who had tipped them to have an even better season than their last were left shaken. Even worse was the next race, which increased the gap between them and second-place Ghost Plasma to 58 points versus 65. Meanwhile, other fans fell into Superball-related discord as rumors began to spread from a popular marble sports gossip blog about an encounter between a member’s cousin and two unnamed Rally athletes. 

A blog post spreading the latest Marble Rally gossip. (Design Credit: Yume)

Race 7 repeated the pattern—Superball just barely edging into the top ten, gaining points consistently but failing to assert themselves. Fans became increasingly conflicted over whether Superball was to live up to the expectations set for them prior. Though, coming into the final race, Superball was in an undeniably good position. Being 18 points down from championship leader RN3 meant that only a gold medal could secure them the championship, but the lower podium steps were Superball’s once again should they be able to fend off those eligible to usurp them. And as they stood within reach of the podium, their 2018 rivals Phoenix and Black Knight were in provisional 18th and 11th respectively. Superball had never professed any animosity towards either marble—as with almost everything, their opinion was unknown to the public—yet this disparity heartened their most dedicated fans. 

A twisting, barely-dry course stretched out in front of the racers, one final hurdle to overcome. All three championship contenders started in the gate’s back row, Ghost Plasma to the right and Superball and RN3 to the left. Superball got the best jump out of the gate, and as they worked their way down through the order with overtake after overtake and into third place Greg’s narration told of the unlikely conditions needed for them to take home the championship. 

Superball, knowing too of their vulnerability, would not leave third-place unguarded. Summer Sky and Comet’s war for first place was the story of the race, but Superball’s own story was that of clever movements and slow, methodical movement upwards into a fifth-place finish. It would be just enough. Having defended against the well-medaled Crazy Cat’s Eye and seasonal standout Blizzard Blaster with a five-point gap between them and fourth, and just one point behind Ghost Plasma, Superball was back on the podium for the second consecutive year. Having never DNFed or scored under six points in a single race, their consistency and dogged pursuit of success shone through and placed them high atop the mountain. 

A repeat of their 2018 feat drove their hardcore fanbase into a congratulatory frenzy and cemented them as 2018’s most promising addition to the field. And that Superball was placing so well despite their apparent professional distance from the rest of the field seemed to prove not just their own skill but, to some, a broader point about the nature of the rally. Fans posited that Superball wasn’t weighed down with external obligations or concerns about their friends in the field, so they remained hyper-consistent even without having RN3’s material advantages. This viewpoint was less than popular amongst Rally fans who tuned in for the colorful cast of characters as much as they did the racing.

Rally fans debate on Diskos. (Design Credit: Yume)

Superball granted their third ever interview in front of the baying crowd of reporters camping out the podium ceremony. Looking more exhausted than anything, and with a voice all too small in the face of what they had achieved, they delivered another brief statement to those watching the proceedings. 

“Congratulations to Ghost Plasma and Red Number 3. I’ll see everyone next year.” 

And so they returned home, awaiting the beginning of the next season.


Two of the greats on the podium. Where does Superball factor into that as well? 

Such was the question posed by Greg at the end of the 2019 season, one which Season 5 was poised to answer. If 2018 had been a promising start for Superball, 2019 had made them one of the marbles to beat just two years in. Already there was extensive speculation in fan spaces as to how far Superball could take their success. And while most in Supozi still saw the Rally as a novelty compared to soccer, Superball was beginning to challenge the long-held belief that soccer was the only sport that those from Supozi could find success in. Increasingly harangued for more public appearances, Superball eventually capitulated, hosting and occasionally participating in races across the city’s ancient walled perimeter. But they were quiet as usual, and only reluctantly mentioned the rally while amongst the people. Less publicized was their donation of most of their 2019 winnings to charities for young marbles across the city. 

Early 2020 saw something else uncharacteristic from Superball; for the first time, Superball left the Supozi/Rugbetia area not for a tournament but for a holiday. The black-and-white marble was spotted in the warm mid-spring climes of Cassata, enjoying the white cliffs in peaceful solitude. When journalists approached, however, Patches fended them off unapologetically with threats of legal action and, failing that, a good pummeling. But the trip nonetheless provided Rally fans with one of the biggest insights into Superball’s character up to that point. While in nearby Sotsevsa, Superball had an unexpected meeting with the Limers, and to the surprise of fans of both the two trained together briefly prior to the 2020 Marble League in Cassata. Superball also appeared in a fan Q&A with the team, though they only answered questions about their training. After the 2020 Showdown, where the Limers placed bottom four, team captain Sublime was quizzed on the TV show Sotsevsa LIVE about the encounter.  

Kaffir: You trained with Superball earlier this year, didn’t you? 

Sublime: Ah, geez… Yeah, we did. 

Kaffir: Do you think it worked out for you? 

Sublime: You’ve seen the points totals, what do you think? 

Kaffir: (pause) No.

Sublime: Yeah, no. But it’s not their fault. I mean, there was no Sand Rally, so what good was their advice? 

Kaffir: Outcome aside, there aren’t many marbles who can say they’ve been able to speak to Superball in person. Did you get along? 

Sublime: What, this is a gossip show now? (sigh) Look, they’re a good kid. It’s hard to believe someone that young has accomplished what they’ve accomplished. I know you probably want to hear something exciting, that they’re secretly a huge jerk to suckers like me, but they’re just quiet. And a lot of marbles nowadays could stand to think before they speak.

Superball resumed their intensive training schedule upon returning to Supozi. As an auto-qualifier, the shift away from qualification races to an invitational did not affect them; but of note was the absence of Phoenix, considered Superball’s de facto rival throughout the 2018 season, from the roster. Superball only commented on the matter briefly, when pressed by a Rally fan in public, stating they were disappointed Phoenix would miss the season.

Autumn 2020 spelled the return of the Rally for its longest and most intensive season yet. The impact of RN3’s recent surgery on their performance still a daunting unknown, similarly-consistent Superball was already hotly tipped for the win.

A fan poll on Livesphere gauges predictions for the winner of Season 5. (Design Credit: Yume)

Superball’s initial performance in the season’s first race briefly validated this optimism, as they stormed to the front of the pack quickly, only for the field to be completely reshuffled around a difficult fast-paced turn that sent Lollipop flying into the lead and caused more than a quarter of the field to DNF. Superball failed to recover from this disruption and finished the race in eighth. But those disappointed did not have to wait long for a redemption. In an equally DNF-filled second race, Superball demonstrated their consistency and speed. They took first place around the halfway point, and once comfortably in the lead, they established an insurmountable lead which held strong and true against challengers Ducktape and Ghost Plasma and delivered them to a win. 

Superball comes across and gets the second win in an already illustrious career!

Fans and journalists alike once again clamored to hear from the marble on the eve of their second win, and Superball made the rare decision to oblige. Rushed before the microphones, a still-stunned Superball spoke once more to the world in the same quiet voice. 

“Thank you for your congratulations. I hope I’ll be able to show you more wins as the season progresses.” 

To their most hardcore of fans, Superball’s words were as good as a promise to win the fifth season outright, while their most ardent detractors decried it as presumptuous and egotistical. In any case, Superball was not actually on top of the standings. Relative newcomer Cool Moody headed the field coming out of the second race and stretched their lead in Race 3 thanks to a weaker seven-point finish from Superball. Even a better seventh-place finish in the fourth race was insufficient to keep up with Ghost Plasma, who continued a streak of good performances with a third bronze just four races in and seized second place from Superball. It seemed as if Superball might have to be content with third once more. But those fans who joked extensively about Superball’s trouble escaping the bottom step of the podium found themselves eating their words after Race 5, where stellar performances by Lollipop and RN3 overshadowed a disappointing DNF from Ghost Plasma that allowed Superball to overtake into second overall with a fourth place. 

Race 6, the final race before the season would be split into two and the racers would break for the winter, similarly kept Superball’s stake in the championship standings alive and well. But it would also introduce an outside competitor in the fourth place position—Lollipop, who had held Superball’s SMR 2019 position in the accompanying showdown. The artist-slash-athlete was known for their socialite nature and party-planning hobby, neither of which gelled well with Superball’s notorious reclusiveness. Despite knowing each other for almost three years, the two had barely ever spoken. Superball, who hadn’t attended their blowout podium party held after the previous race either, became the target of their ire when they attempted to depart the post-race huddle early as usual.

Lollipop: Hey, Superball! The party’s not that way.

Superball: (pause) I’m not going.

Lollipop: Everyone’s going to hang out and work on a painting to celebrate. And that means everyone.

Superball: (pause) I’m sorry, I can’t.

Lollipop: (sigh) What, so you’re going to refuse to do anything with us forever? Is it because you’re mad that someone that’s not you is allowed to be on the podium? Or is it because you think you’re better than us?

Superball: I never—

Lollipop: Whatever. I bet you wish we’d stop wasting your precious training time and let you win everything, right? Well, forget I asked.

Superball departed for Supozi immediately the next morning. Despite the confrontation, Superball was intensely motivated throughout the off-season, devoting all of their time to training. Superball also began to incorporate snow tracks into their training rotation in preparation for Winterpeg, utilizing an artificial snow hill built in adjacent Rugbetia for this. They did not initially show aptitude for snowy conditions, worrying Patches, but month after month they refined their skills until the novelty of the terrain barely factored in.

Upon their return to racing, Superball looked primed and ready to strike for a season win. There should have been no distractions nor obstacles on the path forward. But the best laid plans of marbles and athletes oft go awry. The day prior to Race 7, Lollipop came to Superball’s door in SnowWorld’s Athletes’ Village, offering an apology for their prior confrontation. 

(door knocking)

Lollipop: Hey, Superball? You in there?

(A door opens.)

Superball: What?

Lollipop: Can I come in?

Superball: (pause) Okay.

Lollipop: Hey, thanks. Listen, um, I wanted to apologize for what happened before the break. Not my best moment. But hey, I ended up destroying that painting, so I guess it doesn’t matter. Haha.

Superball: Don’t apologize. You were right.

Lollipop: What?

Superball: I don’t want to do anything with you. And I want you to leave me alone so I can train. So, you were right.

Lollipop: Uh…

Superball: There’s no point in apologizing when you were right, is there?

Lollipop: …I…. alright.

A difficult relationship with one of the other rally racers was nothing new for Superball. That the other racers felt uneasy with the silent prodigy in their midst was something they’d come to terms with. What drew their training to a halt was a call from their trainer the following morning: audio of the confrontation had been leaked by an unknown source overnight, and it was already all over the internet. Superball was distraught. 

Officials needed to search their room for the leak’s origin, and the notoriously private athlete was in tears as they waited in the public lobby, processing their private conversation becoming an item of public debate. Lollipop would also be called out to see them, but the two did not speak. 

An investigation uncovered a bug in Superball’s room, a voice-activated transmitter concealed within the ventilation system, which had broadcast anything Superball had said since arrival to the unknown perpetrator. The incident, reminiscent of and potentially inspired by the high-profile Savage Speeders leak that had occurred just months prior, prompted an extensive search for similar devices employed elsewhere. Yet after a careful search, it appeared that the reclusive Superball was alone in being surveilled, likely due to the difficulty of infiltration and value of Superball’s private thoughts in particular. For Superball, it felt like perhaps the most grievous entry in a long list of punishments they’d received for trying to keep their personal life private. 

The leak dealt a heavy blow to Superball’s struggling reputation. It was confirmation in their own words that they were unengaged with SMR’s communal aspect, and for many it was also interpreted as confirmation that they thought themselves superior to the others. Some dedicated Superball fans defended the racer, some Lollipop fans called for them to be stricken from the roster, and the fandom would be thrown once more into a myopic argument over the value of a competitive sport like the SMR encouraging its competitors to befriend each other. Amidst the controversy, Superball notched a devastatingly poor finish in the day’s race, scoring zero points. In a certain cruel irony, their failure to score tied them and Lollipop on points, with Lollipop winning the tiebreak. 

Despite pressure from all sides to justify themself, Superball kept quiet and evaded all attempts to contact them. They remained in their room at SnowWorld and relied on Patches to keep the world away. But on the night prior to Race 8, Lollipop spoke to them through their door, once again insistent on making amends.

Lollipop: (knocking) Superball?

Superball: Go away.

Lollipop: Look, I know you want to be alone, but please at least talk to me. It’s not fair that you’re in this mess because of me, and I want to say something, but—

Superball: Just go away!

Lollipop: If I could clear things up for you—

Superball: I told you, I want to be alone! All this lying about me, stalking me, spying on me, and now banging on my door in the middle of the night. You’re the same as everyone else.

Lollipop: All I want to do is set things right, okay? I don’t—look, my life has been really weird recently and I just—

Superball: Don’t bother. You never really changed your mind, did you? You still think there’s something wrong with me for not wanting to spend time at your loud parties and get covered in paint. You just regret saying it out loud.

Lollipop: I…

Superball: So, you’re right. I’m nothing like you. It’s so easy for you to say the right thing to make everyone like you, and you never get overwhelmed, or scared, or mess it up without knowing it. But I do, and I don’t know why, and everyone’s always treated me worse for it. Racing is the only thing I’m worth anything at, and now you’ve ruined that for me!

(pause)

Superball: Now will you go away?

Unwilling to face the outpouring of media hostilities and resigned to being made the Marble Rally’s villain now that RN3 was competing on even keel, Superball’s determination to outscore their competitors and climb back up the standings only grew. Race 8 saw them lunging aggressively to the front of the pack and attempting a series of dramatic maneuvers, but on the tricky snow terrain these drastic actions drained their stamina, and they fell to the back of the pack. A single point awaited them across the finish line; one less than Lollipop, finally giving the multicoloured marble a point advantage in the standings and letting them claim third place. 

Patches insisted that they return to their training and attempt to resolve issues with the press in order to rescue their season from their series of flagging performances. Superball stubbornly refused. Reporters continued to trouble them whenever they appeared in public, and the sudden encounters caused them an unmanageable deal of stress an organized press appearance would only worsen. 

During another sleepless night curled up in their bed, an envelope signed with Lollipop’s name was slipped under Superball’s door. Exhausted, Superball opened it before they could convince themself otherwise.

Sorry to bother you again. I’m giving you this note because I don’t want you to feel like you have to say something immediately. You can think on this one for as long as you want. 

Firstly, I owe you an apology; an actual one. Both for saying what I said and for treating you the way I did. You were right, first of all. I felt bad because I’d been rude to you and because I was embarrassed, but even during my second apology, I still thought what I’d said was at least partially true. I did think you avoided the things I put on out of animosity, and I did think you resented my success even though that doesn’t make sense. And I also thought I was being a hero for calling you out for that. But all of that was just presumptions I made about you, and I’m ashamed I was selfish and immature enough to think that I knew exactly who you are already. 

I think you’re a better marble than I assumed, and maybe even a better marble than you think. Despite everything, you stood up for Red in public as I shut my mouth and made money off of it. In fact, you’ve never said an unkind word to me or anyone else. Looking back on it, I wish I’d asked you if there was anything I could have done to spend time with you another way, whatever way suits you. Sure, I don’t think there’s a less similar pair of marbles out there than me and you—visually, personality-wise, even our backgrounds—but a big part of why I even do this is to make friends with people different from myself. I shouldn’t have acted so immaturely just because I got a little confident. 

And even if you say you’re fine with others thinking that you were harassing me, I’m not fine with it, and I don’t think you should have to be fine with it either. And you deserve better than this impacting your racing—which it clearly is—since it means so much to you. So when I say that I’m happy to go in front of anyone you want me to and say it’s all a big misunderstanding, I mean it. I’ll do all the talking for you, because it’s the least I can do. 

With apologies again, 
Lollipop
Lollipop’s note to Superball. (Design Credits: Emmun_Isaac, Stynth)

Forced to confront many heavy, long-buried emotions by the note, and further tempted by Lollipop’s offer to do damage control on their reputational issues, Superball contemplated the matter during their private flight back to the sandhills during the days prior to Race 9.

Race 9 was an utter disaster for Superball. Initially promising racing encouraged fans who blamed the Race 7 and 8’s novel icy terrain for their results downturn just as much as they blamed the controversy. But just as Superball had gained a significant burst of speed around a turn and overtaken six other marbles, they crashed out, careening wildly into the fan stands and barely avoiding a collision with the audience. Taking 0 points home from the race and dropping two places in the standings barely registered as fans, alarmed and excited, surrounded them. The animosity Superball had witnessed towards them online was not reflected in those who had come to watch and who marveled at the chance to get to meet one of the racers, rushing in to help them dislodge from the sandbank. Their faces shone with admiration and amazement at suddenly getting so close, and even as race stewards and Lollipop dispersed the crowd and checked Superball for injuries, the passion and enthusiasm of the fans made a powerful impression.

Emboldened, Superball took the initiative in seeking out Lollipop. The two met on a clear night, overlooking the sandhills. Discussing for the first time with complete honesty the history of bullying and harassment they had endured as a result of their differences and difficulty talking, Superball made themself more vulnerable than they had let themself be in a long time. They also shared part of the collection of social media posts deriding them which they had collected over the years; posts made by rally fans calling them shallow, angry, a freak; which collated and shared unsubstantiated rumours about them; which touted the deep loneliness and fear that had built up over the years and prevented them from befriending the rest of the rallyists as their best feature, all emboldened by the anonymity provided by the internet. Expecting to be misunderstood and humiliated again, Superball instead found Lollipop in tears. Lollipop confessed in turn to their own recent period of intense loneliness, spurred by a conflict in their own life which had drawn them to lash out in the first place. 

Despite their many differences, the two came to see a part of themselves in the other, not least because of Superball’s own repressed interest in the world outside of athletics. Superball finally agreed to Lollipop’s proposition to speak publicly on a Van Gotterdam talk show about the confrontation in the hope of clearing their name. 

With Lollipop taking the blame for the argument and describing Superball as a friend of theirs, much of the controversy was put to rest. The two also began socializing more as friends, too, talking casually and hanging out in and around the athletes’ village. Lollipop also helped introduce Superball to their own closest friends in Season 5’s lineup, Summer Sky and Marbly McMarbleface, in a two-to-one environment. Ever so slowly, Superball began to emerge from their shell. 

Race 10 marked an immaculate return to form for Superball. They made a series of smart overtakes which allowed them to assume the lead early in the race, and they held it against challenger Quicksilver until the very end.

Superball, statistically one of the best marbles, takes the lead! 

The resultant 20 points rocketed them from seventh to second in the standings. In lieu of a high-energy celebration, Lollipop invited Superball to relax and watch a documentary together, and Superball gladly accepted. 

Superball spent a chaotic Race 11 trying to recover from a bad start, eventually succeeding and netting a fifth-place finish at the race’s conclusion. More imperiling to a potential season 5 win than their penultimate race were the equally proficient finishes of fellow top contenders Ghost Plasma and Cool Moody; 4th and 2nd respectively. Superball stood in 3rd with 97 points coming into the final race—with the rest of the field close but a comfortable gap between them and 4th place Ducktape, were they doomed to score a triad of third places? 

Everything was down to their final performance, but Superball left nothing to doubt. Not a single second of the race was spent outside of provisional podium contention. Through straights and splits and technical sections alike, they kept their cool for as long as it took, bringing an immensely valuable gold medal and twenty points home. But while Ghost Plasma had DNFed earlier on the course, Cool Moody had recovered into fourth, and it wasn’t immediately obvious how the numbers would shake out. 

The race podium itself took place immediately, before the numbers were crunched. Superball, Marbly McMarbleface and Lollipop were quickly washed clean of sand and herded onto the stand. Sharing their first podium together, Superball and Lollipop also shared a symbolic hug at the end before they left to hear Greg’s announcement.

It is confirmed! Superball is the Marble Rally Champion [of] Season 5! Three wins and three points clear of Cool Moody.

Their win had made the vital difference. Years of struggle, controversy, wins, losses, missteps, and great moments alike were all condensed into the Marble Rally trophy that now finally belonged to Superball. 

Cool Moody, who finished second overall, spoke to the press while Superball prepared. 

“Did I want to win? Sure. Am I mad that I couldn’t make that final push? Yeah. But I’m only mad at myself. There’s no marble I’d rather be second to than Superball. That’s raw talent, baby, all the way.”

And finally, it was Superball’s chance to face the world. 

“Thank you to everyone who’s brought me to this place. I wouldn’t be here without the support of my family, my trainer, and even my fellow competitors. Being able to hold this trophy is an incredible honor, and it’s one I’ll never forget.”

Superball attended the post-season celebration, hosted by Lollipop. Hosted in the athletes’ village common room with no loud music and plenty of comfortable seating, the downtempo event suited them much better. They would also have the privilege of putting the finishing touches on Love, Lollipop’s ambitious new comeback project. 

But what was next for Superball, who had accomplished in the span of three years what many could only hope to achieve in one lifetime? Those who suspected it would be back-to-normal for the new champion were taken roundly by surprise when, without announcement, marble sports fans Marblearth-wide reported sightings of Superball and Lollipop together in a victory lap across the major cities of Marblearth. Though Lollipop remained on guard against the press, a new generation of younger fans were able to take pictures with their idol, smiling and laughing, in their home cities. But the trip was just as much about relaxation as it was about meeting the fans—most reports were from beaches, spas, and art museums rather than sandhills and gyms. For the first time, the SMR audience saw Superball smiling and carefree, no longer weighed down by loneliness and the pressure to become a champion.

Superball celebrates the highest glory of becoming a Marble Rally champion. (Photo Credit: JMR)

Superball contacts Project Marblearth contributors regarding their article. (Design Credit: Millim)

Even as Superball reworked their to-the-bone training style, the Season 5 champion didn’t slow down. They first emerged from their travels and their passion projects for the 2022 practice races, posting a seventh-place finish overall, but fans got another taste of their true capacity when they won the friendly race held during the S6 qualifiers. 

Consistency over podiums was at the core of Superball’s strategy coming into the season. Within the initial two races, Superball achieved consecutive fourth-place positions and landed firmly in fourth overall. They were also seen in post-Race 1 photos congratulating race winner and rookie induct Amethyst, who had themself mentioned Superball as an inspiration during their pre-season interviews. 

A less impressive subsequent 12th and 7th place finish in Race 3 and Race 4 saw Superball drop into seventh overall, all while Ghost Plasma’s two successive wins positioned themselves as the rallyist to beat. A third consecutive meant this dominance continued into Races 5— but a seemingly indomitable opponent wasn’t going to deter Superball from mounting their own rise up the standings. Two could play the medal-chaining game. Superball rose through the pack aggressively in the tail-end of Race 5, finishing just behind Plasma and CCE and adding a bronze medal’s worth of points to their total. Then, in a fierce skirmish with Ghost Plasma at the front, Superball would put Plasma’s hope of four wins in a row to bed with a gold of their own. Slowly but surely, the prospect of Superball being able to defend their championship was seeming more and more realistic. 

Having jumped into second behind a still-dominant Ghost Plasma, Superball rewarded themself with a brief nature trip, enjoying the crisp early spring weather between then and Race 7. Race 7 was a more low-key affair, one which Superball spent struggling with a fierce headwind, and they finished in eighth for an eight-point haul. Shortly afterwards, they were seen with both Slimer and Lollipop, who had earned their first medal of the season in the race, celebrating in a quiet spot nearby. 

As Ghost Plasma began their trifecta of DNFs, what looked like a potential podium in Race 8 after a protracted battle with Pollo Loco was thwarted by CCE and Amethyst, and Superball would finish in fourth. But, crucially, that was sufficient to remain in second, and with Ghost Plasma suffering another DNF in Race 9 they would be able to take first place in the standings with a single-point margin on only another eighth-place finish. 

Finally on top of the standings, Superball was poised to become the first repeat Rally winner since RN3, but they faced an intimidating field. Ghost Plasma and Slimer were the most obvious threats, but Ducktape also stood ready to strike, with Amethyst and CCE also in with an outside shot. Like the rest of the championship competitors, Superball returned to their hometown to train in the week preceding Race 10, anticipating a fierce battle ahead. They also made an appearance in front of their hometown media, something they typically avoided.

“I’m confident I’ll be on the podium; ideally, I’ll be able to win. But my competitors want it no less than I do. It’s ultimately all up to the quality of my racing on the day.”

Even the most curt and conservative of statements on their Race 10 prospects could not have predicted the outcome that followed. Superball received a prime position in the starting gate lottery, only to DNF mere seconds after the gate’s opening; wedged between the track walls and a branch which had fallen onto the track. Facing their first DNF of the season at the worst possible time, the sounds of the race grew ever more distant from Superball’s ears as the rest of the competitors raced further downhill. 

Superball was not alone in DNFing. Fellow championship competitors Ghost Plasma and CCE also failed to cross the finish line, and their 99-point start to the race meant that, in the end, Superball still ascended to the third-place step of the podium, behind Slimer and Ducktape. Once again greeted at the end by Lollipop, whose win in the final race had secured them an eighth-place finish, they let a few tears fall before being led to the place most familiar to them; two steps below the win. Superball stayed around the sandhills to watch the Rally Showdown prior to departing back to Supozi, 

In light of their prior championship, missing the victory slightly was no longer an existential disappointment. Having never gone a year of their career without a podium, and with RN3 finishing the season in 16th, Superball had slipped quietly into the role of one of the greatest Rallyists of all time. The question asked by Greg Woods back in 2019- where does Superball factor in amongst the greats?- had finally been answered. But what Superball will have to offer in seasons to come beyond their passion and skill remains, on the other hand, an open question- one that stands to be answered in Marble Rally Season 7 and beyond.

A painting from Lollipop, depicting Superball in their friend’s colors. (Art Credit: Toffeeshop)

Credits

  • Writer: Millim
  • Copyeditors/Editors: Evolution, GhostDM, Stynth
  • Artist: Toffeeshop
  • Graphic Designers: Emmun_Isaac, Millim, Stynth, Tim Ritz, Yume
  • Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs
  • Release: 14/07/2024

MRS7 Memo #3: A Reflection in Silver

Finally free from scrutineering, Big Pearl retreated to their tent at the bottom of Doornse Gat. 

Sitting down to take it all in, they began replaying the events of the race in their head. The good start, the double pass on the berm, the whole second half battle with Marbly McMarbleface. The memories of the battle started to mix with ones from 2017, a battle with Lollipop, the similar feeling of crossing the line just in time to win, the same feeling they felt that glorious day in 2016 when they faced off against Pollo Loco. The feeling of threading through the walls, flying away from second, diving for splits, leaping over walls, off the track, stopping dead in the sand. No, they thought, not today. Those thoughts don’t belong today. It was then that they noticed the tears in their eyes.

Suddenly, a pair of voices grew louder outside. Big Pearl quickly wiped their eyes as two blue marbles rolled into the tent.

“A knock would be appreciated,” jested Big Pearl, jumping off their chair and trying to maintain composure.

“A bit of a challenge with a tent, sorry,” replied Deep Ocean. “Next time we’ll, uh, knock on the canvas?”

“We just came to congratulate you,” added Marbly. “That was one of the best battles I’ve had in my career; you’re a proper fair racer.”

The compliment threw Pearl off guard, causing them to stutter their reply, “Thanks. It’s alright to come in, just don’t make this like one of those awful cooldown rooms from M1. How can any of those guys stand it?”

“Escapes me. I guess it’s fun to be a guest on the Red Eye podcast?” quipped Deep Ocean.

“I’ve always thought those look quite fun, honestly,” Marbly interjected. Ocean and Pearl shared bemused glances. “No? To each their own,  I guess.”

“Anyway, Pearl, we came to ask if you wanted to join us for a post-race celebration tonight. Just us three,” asked Deep Ocean.

“And maybe Turtle, if we can coax them out of their shell,” joked Marbly, to a pair of heavy sighs. “You two are hard to please, aren’t you!”

“You know not everyone has the same taste in humor as Moody, don’t you?” replied an exasperated Ocean. “I promise they won’t make any more of those jokes if you come tonight.”

Big Pearl was unsure. They never felt like celebrating B-League wins, but the kindness of their friends pulled them in. 

“Alright,” they replied, “I’ll come, as long as it’s a quiet night. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like a few minutes to unwind before I join you two.”

“No problem,” chirped Marbly, who rolled out. But Deep Ocean chose to stay for one last word.

“You don’t need to hide your feelings, Pearl. All that effort to not even stand on a proper podium takes a lot out of all of us. I know partying isn’t either of our idea of fun, but it’s about time you took some time away from the season.”

“How did you two even become friends? I don’t think I’d ever seen you talk before this season,” queried Pearl.

“It’s a long story Pearl, maybe we’ll tell you it tonight!” replied Ocean. “Anyway, I’m probably overstaying my welcome. Sorry for intruding, next time I’ll make sure to ask first. See ya later!”

“Don’t worry about it, Ocean, you’re doing a good thing. See you too!”

Big Pearl finds a free lane to take their first lead since the starting straight. (Photo Credit: JMR)

Positively sparking in glee, Silver Bolt strode outside for, hopefully, a night of revelry. They were feeling the itch to perform music again, or to spontaneously compose a victory track. In hindsight, they thought, barreling forward, they should have signed up for the open mic at the nearby bar.

The other marble sidestepped in time, narrowly avoiding a collision. To Silver Bolt’s surprise, it was Dragon’s Egg, their dark green uniform blending in with the twilight sky.

“Dragon!” Silver Bolt greeted. “I didn’t see you there! Want to join in on the party tonight? I wasn’t joking about the flame machines, by the way. It would have looked amazing.”

“As well as violating at least twenty safety regulations,” Dragon’s Egg quipped. “I’ll pass tonight, but congratulations on your victory today. Though…” They paused, choosing their words carefully. “I would tone down on the gloating.”

“Gloating? What gloating?”

On the podium, Silver Bolt’s cheer boomed through the air in a way only a rockstar’s could. “First place! Golden Bolt is back! This gold means I’m better than you, and don’t you forget it! Whoever thinks they can take me, they can bring it on!

“Oh,” they said as the tactlessness of their boast sunk in. “I went overboard, didn’t I?”

“It wasn’t sportsmarblike. No hard feelings, but keep it in mind next time.”

Silver Bolt nodded. “Every moment in that battle today was just, pure electricity,” they admitted. “I’d love to race both of you together again, if you guys ever have the time.”

Dragon’s Egg smiled. “Gladly.”

Farther away from the festivities, the actual leader in the provisional standings dunked a teabag in hot water before sliding the mug to their fellow racer.

“Two podiums in a row, nearly two wins in a row,” remarked Slimer, watching their drink steep. “It takes skill to pull that off. How are you feeling?”

“Tired,” said Reflektor, taking a seat with a mug of their own. “It feels like I just got lucky, though.”

“Nope,” Slimer countered. “I was near you all race, so I saw everything. Don’t downplay yourself; no way was all of that just ‘luck.’ Obviously, I’d like to put up a proper title defense first, but you’ve got a real chance at winning it all this year.”

Reflektor took a sip from their mug, recalling today’s race in their head. It had been a gauntlet of intense racing duels, including with Slimer themself, culminating in a fierce struggle to fend off Dragon’s Egg and chase down Silver Bolt to net themselves a well-earned silver.

“It’s certainly the best start to a season I’ve ever had,” conceded Reflektor.

“Right? It’s valuable momentum. Keep it up.” 

Silver Bolt, Reflektor, and Dragon’s Egg on the podium for Race 3. (Photo Credit: JMR)

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Out of the Rolling – Event 10: A Snowball’s Chance In Paradise

Every time I push the branches back, there’s more bugs, and when I try to swat the bugs, I hit more branches! 

It was a good idea to talk to Snowdrift, Minty Mint thought, as whether they liked it or not, being eliminated together had tied them together. But with their luck for the week, that of course meant that Snowdrift had last been seen wandering off into the forest alone. 

They tracked the white marble’s path through disturbances in the mossy soil and dense foliage until they came across a clearing amongst the thicket. Perched upon a small hump of earth shaded by a broad-branched tree was Snowdrift, dusted with the tree’s pale blossoms. They watched Minty Mint squeezing themself through a gap between the trees with quiet detachment but no objections to their sitting down a polite distance apart. 

Now I’m here, what do I say? thought Minty Mint as they observed Snowdrift, but as hard or as long as they thought, little came to mind. Snowdrift had been all but a stranger to them prior to everything. They’d shared a podium in Race 61 and that was it. All of this staring probably wasn’t endearing them, either. 

Perhaps taking pity on them, Snowdrift tapped Mint invitingly and asked in a soft voice, “Did you have a good time?” Which was a small mercy—but had they had a good time? That in itself was something to consider. 

“I think I did,” they offered eventually, wishy-washy. “For something I didn’t even want to do in the first place, I guess I can’t complain.” 

“You didn’t want to come? You always looked like you were enjoying it.” 

Crap, Mint thought. “Long story,” they replied sheepishly, shuffling uneasily and making a few of the blossoms that had settled silently upon them scatter to the earth. 

Snowdrift shrugged. “Neither of us have anywhere to be,” they said quietly. 

“Alright… It was Fresh and Hint’s idea, really,” Mint began to explain. “It’s not that I didn’t agree, but… um, here’s where the story gets long—things haven’t been great for the team since we got relegated.” 

“Sounds like a given,” offered Snowdrift softly. 

“Like, as marbles. I mean, the Kobalts get along great and they’ve been relegated twice, but not us. Fresh and Flav keep arguing about whose fault it is that we’re in this situation—Fresh had me do Honeydome with no experience, but it’s Flav’s fault I had to start in 16th. And sure, I’m glad they don’t blame me, but sometimes I wish they would so they’d just stop.” Now that they’d gotten past their initial mental barrier, Mint’s words were coming out so fast they were almost incoherent. “Well, I think Hint noticed I was stressed, because they said I should go here and enjoy Kinikolu. But all our problems started with giving me big responsibilities!”

Snowdrift, who had been listening intently, nodded sympathetically. “That sounds like a lot.” 

“Sorry,” they mumbled apologetically, “I know it’s all really stupid. But like you said, once I realized that Ace and Swax were here too, I started having a nice time. So I guess it’s fine.” 

“Mint, can I ask you something?” asked Snowdrift. 

“Uh, sure.” 

“Why couldn’t you say no? To Honeydome, and to this.”

Now Mint had to think again. “I… the way Fresh is, I know they’re trying to support me, so I can’t really just do that, you know? Especially when they’re really set on something.” 

Snowdrift nodded contemplatively. “This might be a weird thing to say, but I think you have the same problem I do.” 

“Yeah?” Mint chirped. They’d heard rumours of discontent amongst the Snowballs, but rumours were often just that—rumours. 

“Well… initially, Snowy put themself forward over me. I kept saying that my elimination race performance made me the obvious candidate, like with Uno and Gloomo and Yellah, but they wouldn’t let up. I know they still don’t think I should be able to represent the team. I know they still don’t see me as a Snowball, no matter what I do, so…” Snowdrift chuckled darkly. “In the end, I had to get Snowstorm and Snowblast to vouch for me.” 

“Fresh isn’t like that at all,” protested Mint. 

“Sure, but have they ever really asked you what you want?”

A wave of revelation overcame Mint. “Huh,” they mumbled. “I guess not.” 

“Well, that’s the problem. Before I joined the team it was just me and Snowfall as a duo, so I thought that it was normal for a captain to act that way. But having spoken to everyone here… It’s a two-way street, isn’t it?” 

Mint leaned back a little. “Sounds like you’ve thought about it a lot.” 

“I know the Snowballs aren’t the greatest team, but I do want to make the best of things. And that means standing up for myself.” 

Put so simply, it made sense. “Wish I could do that,” Mint sighed mournfully. 

“Well, why not?” Snowdrift said, shrugging. “Snowy’s tricky, but it sounds like Fresh cares about you a lot. I’m sure if you were honest they’d understand.” 

“I… yeah, maybe,” replied Mint, smiling. “But what about Snowy?” 

Snowdrift laughed. “When I get home, I’m gonna get through to them one way or another. Maybe I didn’t go as far as I wanted—but I’d like to think this placement is my lucky 13th.” 

[Photo Credit: Piney]

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MRS7 Memo #2: My Way

“A picture is worth a thousand words.” This might be the case for a blurry selfie on the podium with Superball and Pollo Loco, after an intense battle during the second race of this year’s Marble Rally. Tired yet euphoric, Reflektor was at the top step for their first time ever in a main league race, and could not wait for their professional camera to capture this moment.

“I know I could’ve done it much nicer, but it doesn’t matter right now,” Reflektor commented, putting their phone back into the pocket and then looking closely into the details of their gold medal.

“What matters is that this golden shine looks good on you. It’s a tough contest; I thought I had the edge but you found the lines to catch us off guard at the right time,” Superball added, coming second despite leading most of the race.

Pollo responded, jokingly, “Your portrait for the logo reveals could be nicer, for sure. They made you look like Blazing Fireball!”

“To be fair, that’s more of an editing error. The pics are fine, and I’m sure we’re distinguishable enough on track,” the race winner commented, laughing as the trio left to get some drinks to rehydrate.

Reflektor fends off Superball in the final straight, Pollo Loco trailing close behind.
(Photo Credit: JMR)

This is a declaration of war. 

On their athletes’s village balcony overlooking the sandhills, Superball turned Cool Moody’s words around in their mind. At first it had been confusing; after some thought, it felt more self-aggrandizing than anything. It was only a single bronze medal, after all, and it was no secret that Cool Moody wasn’t taking the DNQ well. Then it was a silver medal that left them topping the standings, and Dragon’s Egg and Slimer were watching them depart the track with a certain consternation, and it was suddenly harder to conclude that Cool Moody was only running their mouth about the mood amongst the rest of the rallyists. 

Faced with a sun creeping down below the horizon, Superball sighed and withdrew inside. Their progress so far was something they’d fought for, and there was nothing to regret. And there was no real guarantee it would keep going as well as it had been going. 

Lighting up the screen of their phone, left on the bed earlier, was a text from Lollipop. 

Lollipop: hey, want to watch something tonight? 

Superball: I’d love that. 

Either way, it wasn’t all bad. 

A good day of racing always called for a celebration. After a while of scouting around in the towns adjacent to the sandhills, it was a basement dance-and-karaoke bar that El Capitan and Pollo Loco had ended up together, an old favourite of El Capitan’s that was much the same as it had been the first time they’d visited in 2016. Hazy yellow lights and an old wooden dancefloor welcomed them with a warm familiarity, the day’s racing having sapped neither their enthusiasm nor their energy. 

For the first time that night the karaoke mic was open long enough for El Capitan to swoop in. They beckoned enthusiastically for Pollo Loco to join them in a duet. 

“Same as usual,” they whispered, and Pollo Loco responded in the affirmative. Both took a deep breath, and they began to sing. 

“I’ve raced, I’ve won and DNF’d; I’ve had my fill, my share of losing,” they began, out of tone but well-synchronized, “and now, as tears subside; I find it all just ridiculous—” 

Boooooooooo,” came a voice from the seats adjacent. “Don’t change the lyrics!” 

“Sorry, Quick—you can come up and sing it with us if you want!” Pollo Loco called out. But Quicksilver’s expression sunk into a sharp sneer. 

“Absolutely not. Never in a million years,” they hissed. 


“Ah, your loss, then,” laughed El Capitan. “For what is a marb, what have they got? If not their glass, then they are not—“

“Alright, that’s enough,” Quicksilver barked as they stormed the stage. All eyes in the building were on them as El Capitan and Pollo Loco went silent, sharing an amused expression. Light chatter turned to silence then to cheering. Quicksilver, Quicksilver, Quicksilver, the crowd brayed, and Quicksilver snatched the mic for themself. 

“Go on, Quick!” exhorted El Capitan. Quicksilver’s expression narrowed. 

“I never said I was going to sing. I don’t sing. I just wanted to shut you two up.” 

“C’mon! You’re not gonna disappoint the crowds, are you?” Pollo Loco cheered, backed up by the crowd. Quicksilver cast their gaze around the room. They were absolutely outnumbered. 

“Alright. Fine. Just this once,” Quicksilver sighed. “Ay, Quick on the beat, yo!” 

Pollo Loco’s eyes went wide. “Wait, don’t say anything stupid!” 

Reflektor, Superball, and Pollo Loco on the podium for Race 2. (Photo Credit: JMR)

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