Ghost Plasma: The Veteran 

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

Ghost Plasma comes from Fantum, a city renowned for its Halloween carnivals. Growing up, Ghost Plasma was drawn to these events, and from their very first time attending the celebrations, the young marble could always be encountered racing through the crowds, desperately trying to keep up with the procession as it weaved through the streets.

This quickly became a tradition among Ghost Plasma’s friends, who would spend the spooky season racing each other around the outskirts of Fantum in preparation for the carnival. More often than not, Ghost Plasma would come out victorious in these races, though the group never took them particularly seriously. “We were always out there just having fun,” the athlete later remarked. “We kept score, of course, but particularly as we got older the races became less about trying to outdo one another, and more about hanging out and enjoying ourselves.”

While these Halloween contests had very low stakes, they sparked Ghost Plasma’s passion for sports. After achieving top grades in high school, they went on to study sports science at university, where they took up parkour and cross-country rolling. Ghost Plasma turned out to be particularly good at the latter, competing in several local tournaments and making the top five on a regular basis. In the second year of their degree, Ghost Plasma took home their first trophy in the Fantum Dirt Rally, the city’s most prestigious off-road racing tournament. Their win caught the attention of a talent scout named Spirit (occasionally confused with a member of the Golden Wisps), who introduced themself to Ghost Plasma after the final race.

Spirit was looking for marbles to compete in the individual division of the Ramen Bowl, held in nearby Om, and offered to work with Ghost Plasma if they competed in the tournament the following year. Ghost Plasma accepted, and a few months later they traveled to their first major tournament.

“That first time in the Ramen Bowl was something else entirely,” Ghost Plasma later said. “Competing at a major tournament like that was so different to local leagues, but the biggest difference was not knowing anybody there. It was honestly terrifying having to go toe to toe with complete strangers, but I handled it pretty well.”

Despite their previous lack of experience at this level, Ghost Plasma stunned the competition at their Ramen Bowl debut, winning the first race in a shock upset after a close fight with defending champion Starman. The success went to their head, however, and they went scoreless in the following race after finishing second to last. “That sudden turnaround taught me a lot,” Ghost Plasma explained in a press conference after the tournament. “I went from Fantum’s top dog straight to being a Ramen Bowl gold medallist, so at least in some way, I felt like I was invincible. The second race shut that idea down quickly.”

Ghost Plasma went on to have good finishes in the rest of the tournament, finishing in sixth place overall despite not winning any more races. After the event was over, their success inspired Ghost Plasma to make a bold move: they decided to take time out of their degree and turn pro, hiring Spirit as a coach full-time.

Ghost Plasma, Dragon’s Egg, Comet, Starman, and others competing in the Ramen Bowl. (Art Credit: Toffeeshop)

In the following years, Ghost Plasma became a Ramen Bowl mainstay, emerging as one of the best racers in the tournament’s individual division. They quickly established themself as a rival to Dragon’s Egg, who had been the most successful competitor in recent Ramen Bowl history, although despite the fierce battles on the course, in the locker room the two became good friends. Ghost Plasma also worked with Spirit to expand their skill set, making their blocking game and tactical thinking a trademark of their racing.

During the 2015 Ramen Bowl tournament, Spirit surprised Ghost Plasma and the other athletes with a viral featurette about the Knikkegen Marble League. Jelle Bakker, the organizer of the KML, was known among the Ramen Bowl’s individual league for a series of exhibition races they had held over the previous year, and this new featurette sparked a lot of discussion among the Ramen Bowl competitors.

Ghost Plasma went on to come second in the 2015 Ramen Bowl behind Dragon’s Egg. A week later, Spirit came to Ghost Plasma with some unexpected news: their success at the Ramen Bowl hadn’t gone unnoticed in the wider world, and Jelle Bakker had an offer for them. Following the success of the 750-Foot Sand Race, Jelle was organizing an exhibition race among Marblearth’s most prominent off-road racers, with the hopes of creating an international league should the exhibition prove successful. Based on their success in the Ramen Bowl, Ghost Plasma was one of the athletes Jelle wanted to invite.

Ghost Plasma eagerly accepted the offer, and in April 2016 flew to Knikkegen for the 500-Foot Sand Marble Rally alongside fellow Ramen Bowl competitors Dragon’s Egg, Comet and Starman. Despite their inexperience in such large races, Ghost Plasma finished 12th of 33, which both they and Spirit were happy with. The race’s popularity had the desired effect for Jelle, and when the 2016 Marble Rally was announced, Ghost Plasma dropped out of the Ramen Bowl and joined the new international tournament.

The 2016 Marble Rally began with a qualifier race to set the starting line-up for the tournament’s first race. After starting at the back of the grid, Ghost Plasma’s tactical skill showed with their use of the first joker chute to pass a large number of marbles, eventually fighting through the pack to place ninth – tied with their old rival Dragon’s Egg.

This starting position, the outside right of the grid, proved to be a major asset to Ghost Plasma. In the first race of the season, they leaped out of the gate and into the first split, quickly taking the lead from Big Pearl, running in the other lane. After losing the lead to Pollo Loco, Ghost Plasma battled with Slimer and Super Turtle for second place, beating out both for the first silver medal of the season.

Ghost Plasma battles Pollo Loco and Slimer in the first Marble Rally race. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

The next race, which was held on the same course, saw Ghost Plasma start on the same side of the grid, which they quickly capitalized on. Another lunge out of the gate saw Ghost Plasma take the lead in the early stages of the race, but again lost it after a back-and-forth fight, this time to El Capitan. A slingshot move by Super Turtle saw them and Ghost Plasma once again battling for second place, with Ghost Plasma coming out victorious. Even though they couldn’t catch El Capitan, Ghost Plasma finished the race in second once again, which was enough to take the top spot in the overall standings.

Ghost Plasma had another strong finish in the next round, narrowly missing out on a third consecutive podium finish to take fourth place. However, Race 3 saw the emergence of an all-too-familiar challenger: their Ramen Bowl rival Dragon’s Egg, who was trailing Ghost Plasma by only two points after finishes of fourth, fourth, and first.

Ghost Plasma’s response to this challenge was to step it up a gear: after starting Race 4 from the center of the front row and challenging Wisp of Darkness for the lead, Ghost Plasma’s tactical racing style paid off at the second split, where they took the lead and raced off into the distance, holding the lead for the entire remainder of the race. “I’d had brief leads through the splits in the first two races, but I’d always been feeling the pressure from someone else,” stated Ghost Plasma in their post-race interview. “Seeing Tarantula get hung up on the rock behind me, I knew this time I had the breathing room I needed to hold on.”

Ghost Plasma wins their first Marble Rally race. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

Ghost Plasma had a comfortable 17 point lead over Dragon’s Egg going into Race 5, but their rapid success had to come to an end sooner or later. After starting the next race strongly, some poor maneuvering through a slalom section sent Ghost Plasma plummeting to end the race in 15th – Ghost Plasma’s first finish of the season outside the top five. Championship rival Dragon’s Egg, meanwhile, came in third, cutting Ghost Plasma’s championship lead back down to just two points. Race 6, the elimination round, saw both championship rivals starting near the back of the grid, with neither finishing high enough to score points, but being safe from elimination at the top of the leaderboard meant neither was particularly fazed by the result.

During the summer break, Ghost Plasma attended the inaugural Marble League alongside Spirit and their friends. “It was an interesting experience, particularly compared to the individual tournaments I was used to. I’d never really been interested in the team side of things at the Ramen Bowl, but something about the Marble League clicked for me.” Ghost Plasma’s own success didn’t go unnoticed either: plenty of Marble League fans had also been following the Sand Marble Rally, and they ended up signing a lot of autographs. Spirit later remarked, “It all got a bit much for them, to be honest. At one point we were traveling around in disguise, just so Rally fans would let us enjoy the events in peace!”

Returning to the Marble Rally after the summer break, Ghost Plasma saw a return to form in the second half of the season, scoring back to back fifth-place finishes in Races 7 and 8, before claiming their fourth medal of the tournament, another silver, with a last-second lunge past Blue Smoke in Race 9. The second half of the season saw a third marble rise into the title fight alongside Ghost Plasma and Dragon’s Egg: Big Pearl, who had seen a rapid rise after placing second and first respectively in Races 7 and 8, and followed this up with consistent finishes to surpass Dragon’s Egg as the main challenger to Ghost Plasma’s dominance.

Despite Big Pearl’s rise, mid-pack finishes in Races 10 and 11 were enough for Ghost Plasma to keep hold of the championship lead, and heading into the final race only Big Pearl and Dragon’s Egg still had a chance to steal the title. “I don’t really know who I’d consider more dangerous,” the athlete remarked in their penultimate press conference of the season. “Obviously Big Pearl’s got the better odds, but I don’t know how they race under this kind of pressure. Dragon’s Egg might have a slimmer chance mathematically, but I’ve watched them beat the odds enough times not to count them out.”

With the final race looming, tensions were high on the practice courses. Despite their rivalry usually staying friendly, Ghost Plasma made a clear effort to stay away from Dragon’s Egg in the days before the final. “The tension really got to them,” Spirit remarked. “Ghost knew how prestigious this title was – took it too seriously, I thought.” When the day of the final came, Ghost Plasma’s only pre-race message was: “One of us is going to make history.”

All three championship contenders started on the back row of the grid. Ghost Plasma needed to finish in sixth place or higher, or ahead of both Big Pearl and Dragon’s Egg. None of the three got out to a particularly impressive start, but Ghost Plasma slotted into the midpack while the other two challengers fell to the back of the field. Things looked good for Ghost Plasma, and then:

“Big Pearl… has got a long ways to go, has to pick things up right now – Oh! And they stop! Right behind Dragon’s Egg! The second and third place runners in the championship appear to have come to a complete stop!”

Just like that, a collision with Starman had effectively sealed the championship. Big Pearl and Dragon’s Egg had been able to get going again, but neither had a hope of catching Ghost Plasma as the championship leader worked their way up the field to a respectable seventh place finish. Greg Woods even suggested that with the other contenders having stopped, Ghost Plasma could have stopped racing for an early ice cream break – “I was tempted!” the champion joked afterward.

Ghost Plasma wins the 2016 Marble Rally. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

Ghost Plasma’s victory in the inaugural Marble Rally was the subject of vigorous celebration in Fantum. The athlete was considered a local hero throughout the tournament, and their return home was marked by a three-day festival. Ghost Plasma was also quickly inundated with sponsorship deals, partnership offers, guest appearances, and more – an aspect of racing they had little experience with. Overwhelmed, Ghost Plasma soon signed with a management team to help deal with their newfound fame, their one condition being to keep Spirit as their coach.

With their team’s help, Ghost Plasma quickly found themselves enjoying the attention they received. Their off-season was spent on numerous publicity events, and although they continued training regularly, their coach Spirit reportedly found Ghost Plasma unfocused. “Their sports science background worked wonders on their fitness, but it wasn’t a physical problem we were dealing with.”

The 2017 Marble Rally Qualifiers rolled around, but despite being the defending champion Ghost Plasma’s place was not guaranteed. After a poor start to their qualifier, Ghost Plasma was able to make late moves to qualify in third. However, the qualifiers were the first taste of a potential challenger – Red Number 3, a racing prodigy from Numerun famed for their victory in the 750-Foot sand rally. Ghost Plasma had first encountered them at the Giant Funnel Race, an exhibition event earlier that year.

Ghost Plasma’s championship defense got off to a slow start with a 13th place finish in Race 1, before taking a turn into terrible territory with a run of four consecutive DNFs, capped off with barely failing to score points in the sixth race of the season. It was a disaster for the defending champion, with Ghost Plasma’s only saving grace being that their terrible run was overshadowed by the fierce rivalry between Red Number 3 and Quicksilver at the top of the table. During the mid-season break, Ghost Plasma made few public appearances, even skipping the Marble League, and spent a lot of time training. However, with the news that Jelle Bakker was planning to expand the Marble League and their victory in the first Marble Rally, their management team had suggested expanding into a franchise. Although they weren’t completely sold on the idea, they agreed to give it a go.

Ghost Plasma’s one public appearance of the break was the Herbotamia in Bloom contest, won by a team from Fantum. Ghost Plasma visited the winners at a mine in nearby Ionise as their publicity commitment, where something caught the athlete’s eye about these florists. They were clearly strong and intelligent, and their victory in the contest and the races they held with each other during the tour demonstrated a competitive spirit that Ghost Plasma recognized from their youth. At the tour’s end, Ghost Plasma approached their management with a newfound spark – they’d found their Marble League team.

Team Plasma tending to their garden. (Photo Credit: Phoenix)

After convincing the miners to accept their offer, Ghost Plasma let their team handle most of the technicalities. The newly created Plasma Franchise was announced at that very festival, and Ghost Plasma personally picked a young analyst named Cell to oversee Team Plasma’s training, reasoning that the strategist could help direct their coaching efforts effectively. For the most part, though, Ghost Plasma focused on getting into gear for the second half of the 2017 Marble Rally.

After a couple more disappointing finishes, Ghost Plasma was able to turn things around with top-six finishes in Races 9 and 10, before claiming their only medal of the season in the next race, a bronze. However, a scoreless finish in Race 12 saw them enter the final in 19th – even with the double points on offer for the final, they had almost no hope of even making the top ten. In the final race, a disappointing 13th place finish saw them fall to dead last in the final standings – while their old rival Dragon’s Egg took home the championship.

Ghost Plasma narrowly takes the bronze medal in Race 11. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

Thoroughly miserable and utterly ignored by the media that had once flocked around them, Ghost Plasma returned to Fantum for the off-season. “My management spent weeks analyzing where things went wrong in 2017 – starts, finishes, hours of debating the effect all the new obstacles had, the works. I didn’t want anything to do with it.” For the next two months, Ghost Plasma took a break from racing, instead choosing to spend more time with their family and friends in Fantum.

Ghost Plasma did take the time to visit the qualifiers for Marble League 2018, the debut of their new team. Watching from the sidelines, the newcomers had a terrible start to the qualifiers with Curling, finishing dead last after a loss to the Limers. The next round, the Snow Race, was where Ghost Plasma hoped their staff and facilities would give Team Plasma an edge – and it did. Despite the race ending in a now-infamous full set of DNFs due to weather conditions, Team Plasma’s Fearo performed brilliantly and was awarded first place, much to the delight of both the team and Ghost Plasma. Unfortunately, the Snow Race proved to be a fluke, and Team Plasma finished seventh and eighth in the final two events, failing to qualify.

Fearo wins the snow race after all the racers DNF. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

The failure of both the 2017 Rally and 2018 Marble League took a huge toll on Ghost Plasma. Training for the 2018 Qualifiers continued, and Ghost Plasma was able to secure a place in the upcoming tournament, but after discovering that their management team had done almost nothing to work on Team Plasma before their debut, a huge internal battle began to wreak havoc on their preparations for the season. Ghost Plasma, feeling ashamed of having let down Team Plasma once, refused to do so again, taking an active role in negotiating on the team’s behalf.

However, this distraction cost Ghost Plasma in the 2018 Marble Rally, and besides one silver medal in Race 5, the 2016 champion failed to finish any of the races higher than tenth, ending the season in 19th. Spirit reported that Ghost Plasma’s training had received just as much attention from management as previous years, but the athlete themself “just didn’t have their head in the game all season. They didn’t trust their management, they didn’t trust their training, they didn’t even trust themself.”

Ghost Plasma spent the rest of 2018 embroiled in the legal disputes surrounding Team Plasma’s retirement, which eventually came to a conclusion at the new year. With everything settled, Ghost Plasma returned to full-time training, only taking a break to attend the Marble League 2019. “Since they’d officially replaced Team Plasma, I had something of a soft spot for the Green Ducks,” they remarked. “I was really hoping they’d live up to the place I’d been able to free up, and holy roly did they impress.” Ghost Plasma came away from the Marble League invigorated. “The Green Ducks reminded me of my racing debut. Watching their phenomenal run inspired me to embrace my own underdog status.”

Ghost Plasma returned to training with a new drive, one that Spirit hadn’t seen since the 2016 Marble Rally. After their dismal 2018 season, Ghost Plasma competed in the wildcard qualification race, with only the top two finishers qualifying for the 2019 Marble Rally. Ghost Plasma cleared the field soundly to take the second spot behind Reflektor, only losing out by 0.03 seconds.

With only two weeks to go before the Marble Rally began, Ghost Plasma made a shocking announcement – after everything that had happened since 2017, they had split with their management. Spirit was the only member of their team that would stay. Media speculation abounded, with pundits and analysts predicting that such a late change would lead to another turbulent season for the former champ. Ghost Plasma’s response to these claims: “Just you wait.”

The first race was an immediate improvement over 2018, with Ghost Plasma overcoming a slow start to reach the top five, eventually ending the race in eighth. Building on this, Ghost Plasma’s trademark tactical racing shone, with a split path allowing them to make up a huge number of spots and eventually finish in fourth, narrowly missing the podium to Cobra. After a ninth place finish in Race 3, that same tactical brilliance led to another fourth place finish for Ghost Plasma, holding on to fifth place in the standings.

Races 5 and 6 were Ghost Plasma’s chance to prove they were back on top form. In the fifth round, Ghost Plasma had a slow start, but their intelligent racing worked expertly as they used the wide boulevards to pass several marbles at once, and their blocking game allowed them to defend their position to finish in fourth again. The following race, on the same course, Ghost Plasma made a strong start into third, holding off numerous attempts to pass, before using the same boulevards to slingshot around everybody to the lead. Their blocking game once again let them hold on to the spot, but Pollo Loco’s late charge allowed them, Dragon’s Egg and Comet to pass Ghost Plasma. After a lot of tense passes on the final stretch, Ghost Plasma was able to pass Comet and hold off Cobra to take home the bronze medal, their first of the season, and climb to second place in the overall standings.

With the championship coming to a close, Ghost Plasma was one of the top contenders for the title. In Race 7, their battle with Red Number 3 saw on-course representation as the two spent most of the early race back to back just outside the top five. Ghost Plasma finished the race in seventh, but championship leader Red Number 3 took fifth, holding the lead. With one race to go, only three marbles could still win the title: Superball, Ghost Plasma, or Red Number 3.

“Superball’s a brilliant racer, but their chances are really slim given Red’s lead,” claimed Ghost Plasma in their post-race conference. “Unless they pull off a miracle, we’re going to see a repeat champion here. I’m confident it can be me. This season might have proved I’m not just a ghost of my former self, but I’m not just going to settle for that when I can go all in.” 

However, Ghost Plasma’s remarkable consistency had to end at some point. After a poor start, Ghost Plasma made almost no impact on the final, barely finishing in the points in 14th. Red Number 3, meanwhile, had a decent eighth place finish, enough to secure the championship while Ghost Plasma had to settle for second, one point ahead of the third-placed Superball.

“I’m a little disappointed, of course, but I’m still incredibly happy to be back where I was three years ago. I’m at the top of my game again, I’m back on the final podium, and it feels good to be home.”

Ghost Plasma returns to the final season podium in 2019. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

2020 saw an extended off-season for the Marble Rally competitors, during which Ghost Plasma visited Helarve with their cousin, the original Ghost Marble, to attend the Midnight Melee tournament, where the newly reformed Team Plasma were competing. Despite attempting to remain incognito, they were fairly quickly noticed by the Midnight Wisps and invited to appear as a special guest during the tournament. The pair accepted and ended up opening the third night of the tournament with a one-on-one demonstration of the Nature Run course. After the evening’s events, the athlete got a chance to hang out with Team Plasma, ruminating on how both the team and the racer were much better off outside the confines of the Plasma franchise.

Much to Ghost Plasma’s delight, Team Plasma ended up finishing second in the Midnight Melee, behind the hosts. “That was probably my proudest moment with the team since I met them,” they said in an interview. “With all the drama and difficulties surrounding the team, and their quick retirement, I felt like I’d failed them. Seeing them come back from the dead like this has really shown me just how much one marble’s decisions can make a difference. I made that choice to do right by them after 2018, and I only now see how much that’s done for those marbles – and for myself.”

Final standings for the Midnight Melee. (Design Credit: Laurent Rollon)

Poor weather conditions meant that the start to Marble Rally Season 5 was delayed, now running across the new year on either side of Marbula One Season 2. Despite the bad weather, the season got underway with Ghost Plasma as one of the favorites. The season got off to a crazy start, as the bad weather led to seven DNFs in the first race alone – notably paralleling the start of the previous season. The similarities continued as Crazy Cat’s Eye, who won the 2019 opener, took the gold in front of Cool Moody and Marbly McMarbleface, while Ghost Plasma hung around the midpack all race to finish ninth.

The second race, in equally awful weather, saw Ghost Plasma start off strongly before fighting up to second through a slalom, breaking away from the pack with Cool Moody, Ducktape, and Superball. After Ducktape disposed of Cool Moody, they and Ghost Plasma battled down the final straight while both gaining on Superball, with Ghost Plasma’s blocking game finally yielding to Ducktape seconds before the finish. Ghost Plasma settled for the bronze medal, which moved them up to third in the standings.

In Race 3, Ghost Plasma made the most of their starting position to leap out to an early lead, but this classic Ghost Plasma move gave way to the classic Ghost Plasma rivalry – Dragon’s Egg, who soon passed for the lead along with Quicksilver. Ghost Plasma fought back up to second but lost out to Quicksilver again at the shuffleboard. The two traded places several times while Dragon’s Egg stretched off into the distance, with Ghost Plasma eventually solidifying second place, until:

“Dragon’s Egg will win it, big gap to Ghost Plasma who stalls at the line!”

Ghost Plasma stops before the finish line in Race 3. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

A helpful nudge from Cool Moody allowed Ghost Plasma to cross the line in third, claiming another bronze medal, but the racer was later seen ranting about the terrible weather conditions. Ghost Plasma did issue a statement thanking Cool Moody for helping them but made no complaints about the track quality.

Race 4, on the same course, saw a slower start for Ghost Plasma, but their tactical skill returned once again at the shuffleboard, where Ghost Plasma made up several spots to enter the top five. Staying near the top for the whole of the chaotic race, Ghost Plasma was able to launch onto the final stretch with just the right line to drift past Marbly McMarblyface and Nemo to take home a third consecutive bronze medal – taking second overall and equalling the record for consecutive podium finishes.

Ghost Plasma was determined to break that record with another podium – something many commentators thought impossible. The Kobalts’ captain Azure, who was in attendance and had been making friendly wagers on the outcomes of the first few races, claimed there was “no way” Ghost Plasma would podium a fourth time in a row.

With good weather at last, Race 5 got underway, with Ghost Plasma starting from P20. Ghost Plasma quickly worked their way up to sixth before falling back, but was able to use a split path to move up to the top five and battled past Summer Sky to take third. With sights set on Lollipop and Red Number 3 by the end of the sector, Ghost Plasma dived in front of Lollipop on a turn to take second – only to overshoot the move and crash straight over the side from second place.

It was a disaster that did not go unnoticed by the race organizers, but Ghost Plasma talked it off as them “getting cocky” when they saw an opening they should have left. Ghost Plasma only dropped one place in the standings, and the season moved on to Race 6 with Ghost Plasma starting from pole.

A reasonable start saw Ghost Plasma notch into a comfortable sixth place while the leaders battled up ahead, but Ghost Plasma’s tactical mind noticed something important – the leaders’ fighting was putting them on course for a much slower path at the upcoming split. Of the top six only Ghost Plasma and Nemo took the top line at the junction, which let the pair speed off into first and second. “After that quick battle with Nemo, it was all over,” a jubilant Ghost Plasma explained in a post-race interview. “I was right back in my 2016 rhythm, racing off to the lead and never looking back.”

Ghost Plasma on the podium for Race 6. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

Ghost Plasma’s gold medal was their first since 2016, and a huge moment for the inaugural champion. The win also bumped Ghost Plasma up to the top of the standings for the first time since their championship – and they were determined to stay there.

After the winter break, the Marble Rally returned with a twist – snow races. Almost none of the marbles had any experience on ice, but they were more than happy to give it a go. In Race 7, with momentum behind them, Ghost Plasma got out to a solid start on the ice, entering a prolonged battle with a resurgent Red Number 3. The defending champion went on to win the race, while Ghost Plasma’s icy inexperience caused them to fall back to fifth place. This was enough to hold on to the top spot and widen their lead, but Race 8 saw Ghost Plasma mired in the pack while championship rival Cool Moody took third, narrowing the gap once again.

Ghost Plasma battles with Red Number 3 in the first race on snow. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

Race 5 notwithstanding, Ghost Plasma had had an incredibly consistent season, but as always that couldn’t last, and Races 9 and 10 saw Ghost Plasma collect just one point between them, barely holding onto the championship lead by one and two points over Superball and Cool Moody respectively. Race 11 was a welcome return to form, with Ghost Plasma taking a solid fourth place over Superball, but a silver medal saw Cool Moody take over the standings – the first time in history Ghost Plasma had lost a championship lead. It was still only a three-point difference, however, and with the final race looming the championship was anyone’s game.

While defending champion Red Number 3 still had an outside chance, the real battle was between the top five: Slimer, Ducktape, Superball, Ghost Plasma, and Cool Moody, all within 11 points of the top. With all five of them starting on the back row, the final was delayed by a hailstorm that damaged the track, but quick repairs were made and soon enough, the race was on.

A chaotic start saw Slimer, Ducktape and Cool Moody fall towards the back of the field, while Ghost Plasma notched into the midpack and Superball shot out to the lead. Ghost Plasma quickly recovered to sixth place while Superball fought for the top spot with Pollo Loco and Cool Moody worked their way into the top ten. At the start of sector 2, Ghost Plasma weaved their way into third, while Superball fended off Pollo Loco. As things stood, Superball would win the championship, with Ghost Plasma in second.

A battle with Marbly McMarbleface saw Ghost Plasma fall to fourth while Superball stretched the lead. The hailstorm damage was making things difficult for all the competitors, but it appeared the top three had already been decided.

On a braided path ahead, hailstorm damage had blunted one of the dividers. The top three dodged past it, as did the climbing Dragon’s Egg. Ghost Plasma, darting away from a battle with Lollipop, hit the damaged section and stopped.

Ghost Plasma crashes out of the S5 final. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

Just like that, it was over. The damaged course spelled the end of Ghost Plasma’s title run. While Superball went on to win the race and the championship, Cool Moody took home the second podium spot, and with a seventh place finish, Slimer stole the third step from Ghost Plasma by a single point. Ghost Plasma was soon seen venting their frustrations on social media, but was quick to clarify that their ire was aimed only at the damaged course, with no intention to detract from Superball’s victory. “I wasn’t in any position to take the title when I stopped. It’s just incredibly frustrating that something that I couldn’t prevent cost me both the other steps on the podium.”

Ghost Plasma’s Twitter post regarding the final. (Photo Credit: GhostDM)

Although they lost the championship, Ghost Plasma’s impressive run had certainly proved that the inaugural champion was back in business. “Despite how it ended, I’d definitely say that was my best performance since 2016,” Ghost Plasma stated in an interview with Marbles Today. “With how much I’ve overcome since then, I couldn’t be prouder of where I am now. I may not have broken any medal records or taken home another trophy, but this redemption season has shown me that I still have what really counts: my fighting spirit.”

Ghost Plasma was quick to return to training, in particular trying to improve their ability to handle trickier racing conditions. Despite their public face being one of calm acceptance of their loss, the intensity of their training regimen and the number of public appearances they turned down over the next few months told a different story, and Ghost Plasma’s refusal to comment in detail on the reasoning behind their intense training only fuelled speculation. Ghost Plasma did, however, take a break to attend the 2021 Marble League with Team Plasma, and as news of Marble Rally Season 6 being delayed began circulating, the racer began relaxing their training regimen and gradually returned to public life. Coach Spirit, in an interview with the Let It Roll podcast, claimed that “Ghost took their loss a lot harder than they were prepared to admit, even to themself. Frankly, a longer break will probably do their mental state some good, and we can get back to the top level when next season finally rolls around.”

As delays to Marble Rally season 6 piled up, Ghost Plasma filled their free time guest writing for sports news outlets and appearing as a pundit throughout 2022, though with rumors of Team Plasma’s potential return to the Marble League spreading in the run-up to the tournament Ghost Plasma was notoriously tight-lipped on the subject. The racer had spent more time with the team since the Midnight Melee, including interviewing Fearo and Ecto for an article in the Fantum Bugle, and after the official announcement that Team Plasma would be joining the Marble League Showdown that year Ghost Plasma was quick to congratulate them, claiming the return was “a long time coming and thoroughly earned” and going on to refute much of the criticism thrown at the team’s selection by news outlets after their press conference. Two weeks later, the fan website TV Plasma announced Ghost Plasma’s appearance as their correspondent for the 2022 Marble League.

Ghost Plasma spent much of the main tournament watching alongside Team Plasma’s fans, as well as enjoying the sights of Bermenghank. Ghost Plasma had never been shy about their fondness for the Green Ducks, supporting them in the main league and interviewing Ducky and Quacky on TV Plasma about their hosting experience. When the Showdown came around, however, Ghost Plasma’s tone quickly turned serious and professional – for the three minutes it took for Team Plasma to open their return with a record-breaking gold medal in Swing Wave.

Ghost Plasma reporting on the Marble League for TV Plasma. (Design Credit: GhostDM, Piney)

Throughout Team Plasma’s outstanding title run, Ghost Plasma interviewed the team’s fans, staff and athletes, even coaxing a written interview out of the notoriously shy Ghosto. Speaking with Marbles Today after the tournament, Ghost Plasma said, “After reconciling with Team Plasma at the Midnight Melee, I’m incredibly pleased to have spent their return season supporting them properly. Heck, Spirit and I even got brought in to coach Fearo directly for the Sand Rally – that never even got discussed back in the franchise days!”

Amid all the excitement of Team Plasma’s triumphant return to the Marble League, there was even more news for Ghost Plasma – the Marble Rally was finally returning for Season 6 in early 2023. Throughout the Marble League Ghost Plasma had been training steadily but little, but once their work as a pundit finished the athlete was back on the training slopes full time. Spirit did make sure to keep the intensity of the training lower than it had been after the previous season ended, however, and Ghost Plasma continued spending time in the public eye alongside their focused training regimen.

Despite slipping off the podium last-minute, fourth place was still enough for Ghost Plasma to auto-qualify for Season 6, and instead compete in a friendly round against Superball, Cool Moody and Slimer at the qualifying tournament, where Ghost Plasma finished second behind the defending champion. The day’s qualifying rounds had been brutal with the A League roster reduced to 16 racers, and after Dragon’s Egg, Summer Sky and Comet failed to qualify, Ghost Plasma and Slimer were left as the only two marbles with a perfect attendance record since the Marble Rally’s inception. Commenting after the day’s races, Ghost Plasma said “It had to happen eventually, but I’m shocked that our little perfect attendance gang got gutted quite so fast. Dragon’s Egg losing out in particular was a shock, both with them being a former champion and a long-time close competitor of mine, but sometimes that’s just the way it goes.”

The first race of the season was a strong start for Ghost Plasma. Getting out of the gate into the rear end of the leading pack of marbles, as the field stratified out Ghost Plasma was able to make several quick moves to reach second place and spent most of the race battling for the lead against Wisp of Darkness, with first place going back and forth between the two several times and Ghost Plasma’s recent rival Superball briefly getting a look in before the two broke away once more. However, also on the rise was Marble Rally rookie Amethyst, who took advantage of the battle between the leaders taking them onto a slower line at a split and made a difficult swerve onto the faster path, coming out in front. Though Ghost Plasma was able to bank momentum and close up on the rookie, Amethyst’s blocking game was enough to hold off the former champion and win the first race of the season, with Ghost Plasma finishing under a tenth of a second behind for the silver medal.

Amethyst narrowly beats Ghost Plasma to the line in Race 1. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

“I’ve got to hand it to Amethyst, they beat me at my own game today,” said Ghost Plasma in a post-race interview. “A risky move to take a faster line and steal the lead is exactly the kind of play I’d make, and then at the end Amethyst knew exactly where to be to stop the speed boost being an effective strategy for me. If that’s the kind of racing they’re going for, then they’re going to go far, just you wait.”

The second race was a disappointing follow-up to that strong opening, as Ghost Plasma was mired at the back of the pack and soon crashed out of the race, claiming to have slipped up while plotting out potential overtakes. Ghost Plasma dropped to 8th place, 11 points behind race winner and new championship leader Silver Bolt, but was quick to remind commenters that it was still early days in the season. One DNF would hardly be enough to end a ten-race title run, after all.

The third race was where Ghost Plasma’s racing experience once again started to pay dividends. After starting in P1 and settling into third place after the first few turns, Ghost Plasma briefly fell back to fifth before their trademark course knowledge came into play. The entire leading pack took the faster line through the first split, but Ghost Plasma was able to use the final turn of the split path to slingshot around the battling Amethyst, Crazy Cat’s Eye and Slimer, straight into a fight for the lead with Ducktape. Ghost Plasma was able to sneak past the leader right before a speed boost, giving them the perfect momentum to hold first place all the way to the finish.

The win rocketed Ghost Plasma back up into second, though with a bronze medal Silver Bolt was able to hold on to the championship lead. In an interview with TV Plasma’s new correspondent, Neon, they stated, “At this point I’ve been doing this long enough not to get flustered by DNFs, and I hope this proves it. I’ve always prided myself on strong openings to tournaments, and with a pair of top two placements I’d say this one isn’t any different.” Little did they realize at the time, “different” was exactly what the first half of their season was about to become.

Ghost Plasma atop the podium for Race 3. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

Having taken pole position in the previous race, Ghost Plasma started from P16 in the fourth round. Coach Spirit had been heard behind the scenes discussing how the wide track through the first few turns made for an excellent equalizer, and as the race began Ghost Plasma was quick to prove their coach right.

“A nice jump out by Reflektor…that’s a big lead, and look at who’s already up into second spot, that’s Ghost Plasma, trying to do the double!”

As Ghost Plasma and Reflektor moved ahead of the rest of the pack, the potential milestone began making waves among fans. Back-to-back race wins had never been achieved before in the Marble Rally A-League over 5 seasons, yet as the pair sped on it seemed the only marble able to keep it that way was Reflektor – and Ghost Plasma soon managed to slip past them.

Unlike Ghost Plasma’s previous wins, however, they weren’t able to extend their lead off into the distance, and Reflektor stayed on their tail, even retaking the lead through the split and managing to hold it for a while. However, as marbles crashed out behind them, Ghost Plasma juked their way back into the lead through the third-to-last turn, holding the top spot to the finish line and winning the first ever back-to-back gold medal in Marble Rally history.

Ghost Plasma overtakes Reflektor to take the lead in Race 4. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

“It only really set in as Reflektor overtook me, and that gave me the drive I needed to pull it off,” Ghost Plasma told the post-race interviewer. “Back to back is an amazing achievement, and I’m so proud to be the one to manage it first.”

But the former champion wasn’t done yet. Once again starting from the back of the starting grid, Race 5 saw Ghost Plasma quickly join a competitive front pack before battling Crazy Cat’s Eye and long-time rival Red Number 3 for the lead and eventually slaloming into the top spot for the third race in a row. Despite a spirited charge from Crazy Cat’s Eye reclaiming the lead briefly, some trademark expert line choice saw Ghost Plasma right back in front where their blocking skills held the challenger off to the end – Ghost Plasma had landed a hat trick.

Appearing together on Good Morning Nijellen two days later, Ghost Plasma and Spirit were still a little in shock. “We thought the back-to-back was impossible,” claimed Spirit, “and yet here we are, the shattered remnants of that milestone spread out behind us, like…”

“Like the party decorations from last week that we still haven’t put away yet?” Ghost Plasma replied.

Ghost Plasma wins their third race in a row. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

Their last two wins had rocketed Ghost Plasma to a 15 point lead over Silver Bolt, and a fourth place finish in Race 6 extended it to beyond what all but perennial rival Superball could surpass in a single race. Ghost Plasma seemed untouchable in such incredible form, with a 7th place in race 7 being their lowest result outside their race 2 DNF, but fans and racers alike were brought back to earth after Ghost Plasma once again crashed out of the eighth round.

Even then, the championship leader seemed unfazed. “With this kind of lead, one DNF isn’t enough to be a concern. Maybe I have been getting a little too relaxed at the top, but I’ve never been one to turn down a good chase, and I’m certainly more than capable of staying out front.” they claimed in interviews after the race, and it seemed true – while consistent challenger Superball had closed the gap to within 10 points, the rest of the field were still a long way behind. Half of the field were eliminated from title contention, and even rookie sensation Amethyst in fifth was more than 20 points back from Ghost Plasma. Confidence in the veteran’s camp was still high.

And then in race 9, Ghost Plasma DNFed for a third time.

Not only that, but Superball’s eighth place finish was enough to steal the championship lead from Ghost Plasma, and silver and bronze medals for Ducktape and Slimer had turned Ghost Plasma’s seemingly unassailable lead into a tight four-way battle for the championship going into the final round, with outside chances for Amethyst and Crazy Cat’s Eye. Flashbacks to the previous season were on everyone’s mind, and for the first time since taking the lead in race 4, Ghost Plasma seemed worried.

Even when confronted by the press Ghost Plasma gave no interviews over the following week, instead training nearly non-stop for the final race of the season. When the day came, both they and Superball started on the front row, with Slimer and Ducktape on the back row.

Out of the gate, the championship leader almost immediately crashed into a branch on the side of the track, leaving the door wide open for the other three contenders. Ghost Plasma soon settled into 8th place, ahead of Ducktape and only a few spots behind Slimer. With the pair tied on points, Ghost Plasma needed to finish ahead of Slimer to take the title, while still holding off Ducktape.

As the race reached the halfway point, with Ducktape mired in the back of the pack, Ghost Plasma caught up to Slimer and juked ahead. If they could stay ahead, they would win the championship. Blocking Slimer’s attempts to pass through the next couple of turns, Ghost Plasma rounded a sharp turn fast. Too fast.

Ghost Plasma crashes out of the final race after overtaking Slimer. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

A third consecutive DNF cost Ghost Plasma what could have been their second championship. Slimer, working their way up to third place in the final, took home the title, while Ducktape was able to recover to eighth and jump both Superball and Ghost Plasma for second place. For the second year in a row, Ghost Plasma had gone from holding a strong lead to crashing out in the final and finishing in fourth.

“I don’t even have the words,” Ghost Plasma told the post-race interviewers, clearly on the verge of tears but maintaining their professional facade in front of the cameras. “Last year I had the fairly shaky excuse of storm damage on the course, and I wasn’t even in contention when I crashed. But I was running the numbers in my head, and if I’d just held on to where I was and stayed ahead of Slimer, I would finally have done it. 2017, 2018, all that would have been just dust in the wind. But I let that all in, at just the wrong moment. You don’t get the luxury of losing concentration in a fight like that.”

Ghost Plasma gave no more interviews in the aftermath of the final, appearing only at the podium ceremony to congratulate the championship winners and reportedly leaving the racers’ end-of-season party early. It was a couple of weeks before they returned to the public eye, but when they did it felt like the heartbreak had never happened and Ghost Plasma was as cheerful and outgoing as ever. Eventually, appearing on a talk show alongside Slimer and Cool Moody, they were persuaded to open up about how they’d processed the loss.

“Well, it helped that fourth place is still enough to autoqualify for next season,” Ghost Plasma laughed as Slimer posed the question. “No, but really, it was tough. You deserved that title for sure, but I couldn’t help but feel like I’d let myself down, but also my coach, my fans, and everyone else who’s built me back up over the last few years since dissolving the franchise. It felt like they deserved the win, and I let them down. I didn’t even get out of bed for a few days.”

“So what changed?” asked Cool Moody.

Ghost Plasma smiled, pulling a small card out of their pocket. “I woke up to see this pinned to the back of my door.”

The card that Ghost Plasma received. (Art Credit: Momoikkai)

As Slimer looked over the card, they seemed surprised. “Ghosto gave you this? I’ve never even seen them say more than two words at a time, even to you.”

“I know,” Ghost Plasma replied, “they’ve always been like that. I put it down to them being intimidated at first, but as I got to know the team better I realized it’s just one of those things. But it made me realize that, no matter how much you might screw up, or how many times you don’t stick the landing, so long as you’re out there fighting you’re an inspiration to someone. And if I could make Ghosto come out of their shell enough to give me that, even after flaming out that hard, then just imagine what I can do by coming back to try again.”

Credits

  • Writer: GhostDM
  • Copyeditors/Editors: Fouc, Millim, Smacg13, Stynth
  • Artists: Momoikkai, Toffeeshop
  • Graphic Designers: Laurent Rollon, GhostDM, Piney (Marble Maker Picrew), Tim Ritz
  • Photographer: Phoenix
  • Photo Credits: Jelle’s Marble Runs
  • Release: 03/07/2024

MRS7 Memo #1: Black and White and Green With Envy

Sit still. Blink sand out of your eyes. Sit still. Blink away sand. More sand. Sit still. And repeat…

Across the track, on the other side of the bankings, was Superball. On Ghost Plasma’s behest, Dragon’s Egg had spent the past fifteen minutes watching them together, unnoticed, from behind one of the emptied-out fan stands. It had not been a fruitful endeavor. Superball was an interesting racer; less so an interesting individual. Dragon’s Egg could only watch them roll back and forth calmly with headphones on for so long before it all felt futile. 

“Nothing’s happening, Ghost. Why are we here?” they asked pointedly. 

Confidence not similarly knocked, Ghost Plasma responded with a more obstinate smile. “I thought they were floundering in the friendly race, but now that it actually matters, they’re on the podium. What gives? That’s what I want to know.” 

“Maybe they were conserving energy.” 

Ghost Plasma pouted. “And I wasn’t?” 

“Nevermind,” Dragon’s Egg sighed. The obvious answer was no, but their calamitous drop following the failed scuffle for third had clearly wounded Ghost’s pride, and it wasn’t worth saying anything to rub the salt in further. “Still, I think -” 

“Look, Dragon, over there – over there!” exclaimed Ghost Plasma, nudging and beckoning with such urgency that Dragon’s Egg forgot to object. It was Cool Moody, kicking up clouds of sand behind them as they descended not the track but the banking slope. Ghost Plasma’s face lit up as Moody came to a stop by Superball’s side, and Superball removed their headphones in acknowledgement. “Let’s listen in.” 

“Fine. But this is still stupid,” Dragon’s Egg replied, sounding more alert but no more enthusiastic. 

For a moment both pairs were silent, until Cool Moody broke the ice with a terse “Congrats,” tone jarringly far from their usual warmth. “For the medal.” 

Superball smiled, but that too was dispirited. “To you too.” 

“Nothing worth your congratulations. If I’m not qualified, this entire season is a write-off.” 

“That seems… unfair,” concluded Superball. “But I won’t say it if you don’t want me to.” 

Cool Moody recoiled. “I’m not asking you to spare my feelings. I only came here to ask you something, anyway.” 

“What’s that?” 

“You gonna win the season?” 

Superball thought on it quietly. “I don’t know. How could I know?” 

“Because you’re Superball.” 

Superball furrowed their brow, confused. “I still don’t get it.” 

“Forget it, then. But you should know that for everyone else, this—” they gestured to the bronze medal Superball still wore “—is a declaration of war.” 

Superball took a breath. “…I’ll keep that in mind?” 

Though it was clear their message had not been conveyed, Cool Moody departed wordlessly on that awkward note. Still huddled behind the stands, Dragon’s Egg leant close to Ghost Plasma and finally broke the unbearable silence. 

“…Could you hear anything they were saying?” 

“…No. I was hoping you could,” Ghost Plasma replied, biting back brimming frustration and despair. “Crap! Maybe this was stupid.” 

“Good to see we’re finally on the same page,” Dragon’s Egg laughed. “Now let’s go and get dinner. I’m starving, and it’s on you.”

Green Turtle overtakes Cool Moody during a crucial split in Race 1 of the S7 Showdown. (Photo Credit: JMR)

“It said here that it would be a very “Green Day” in this letter, so why was I invited?” Blue Moon pondered to themselves as they read again the invitation Grasshopper themselves gave them. “To the very green day of the underdogs, meet me at my room,” it said with Grasshopper’s signature. They shook off the meaning of ‘green’ and returned to the Athlete’s Village, but not to their room – to Grasshopper’s instead.

After three knocks on the door, Blue Moon was greeted with another green marble, fittingly, Green Turtle. With greetings exchanged, Blue Moon was greeted with decor of green, blue, and yellow, fitting with a waft of the scent of dumplings.

“What is this all about, is it a sort of special day?” Blue Moon asked Grasshopper, who was eagerly waiting for Blue Moon’s arrival. “My greatest gratitudes for you coming here, we shall celebrate our victories as the underdogs,” Grasshopper smiled as they carried a tray of dumplings.

“I thought it was what you call Momo Day?” Blue Moon also asked, in a more joking fashion, although Grasshopper would respond with a nod, without any sense of irony.

“I see that you’re a fan of Momo, given the decorations being their colors, aside from ours,” Green Turtle said, noticing the shared colors of the trio in the room. 

Grasshopper nodded. “I personally congratulated them for their achievements during a visit to Om. They shared the philosophies of their strength and resilience, and I’ve learned a lot from them ever since. Isn’t it a nice change of pace to see underdogs win something, if even for a while?” 

“It really is,” Blue Moon chuckled, “Say, what did you learn from them?”

“Oh, the many things you can find out about how they train, a lot of things really stem from even the mundane life, from eating, to cleaning, to even a simple stroll…” 

“I guess we are gonna stay here for a while, huh?” Blue Moon said to Green Turtle, as Grasshopper continued to chirp about how they train.

Grasshopper, Blue Moon, and Superball on the podium for Race 1. (Photo Credit: JMR)

Credits

Who’s Tearing Up the Sand in 2024?

The story goes that Jelle Bakker, founder of Jelle’s Marble Runs, had the idea for the Marble Rally at the age of four. They vacationed in Numerun, a city that might be as old as marble civilization. In the middle of the city was a hill built from brick and sand: La Colina Umerun, where centuries ago in antiquity marble racing first took place.

With a sand shovel gifted to them on their birthday, a young Jelle sculpted their first sand rallies at Doornse Gat. Jelle grew into a professional marble run maker, but they remained determined that rally racing’s peak would not be in its past. Jelle would organize a Marble Rally championship for racers across Marblearth: those who, whether determined or daft, crash the sand for a taste of glory.

The Marble Rally, ever since its first season in summer 2016, has been a tournament with few rules and few gimmicks. Some off-season invitationals were what earned Jelle millions of views and media exposure: for example, Comet’s victory in 2016’s 500-Foot Race. Is it a surprise that for many, their gateway to Jelle’s Marble Runs is a rally race? In these videos, the racing stays hard and the winners stay unpredictable.

In Season 7 of the Marble Rally, 20 racers will compete over tracks both made of sand and built over other terrains. After a week of qualifier races at Doornse Gat, sixteen racers out of 28 join last season’s top four for some hard-hitting races ahead. The reward? A chance to win the championship of their dreams – and for some competing for eight years and running, that chance cannot come quickly enough!

As they look to tear up the sand in 2024, we start off with the racers’ stories: the long-time winners, fan favorites and surprise contenders. 

Slimer

Logo & Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs

3LC: SLI
Place of Origin: Lemono
Notable Results: Champion, Season 6; 3rd, 2017/Season 5
Favourite Ice Cream Flavour: Black Raspberry

A marble from humble beginnings, Slimer has always preferred to operate in the shadows of their fellow superstars. That said, their illustrious career is filled with placements at the top of the standings. A 4th place in the inaugural season was followed by an overall podium in 2017. By this point, the slippery Rallyist was known for shooting up the standings towards the tail end of seasons — and demonstrated this again in Season 5 after finishing 3rd with top ten finishes in the final six races.

With a wealth of experience from near misses, Slimer captured the Marble Rally Season 6 championship through an exceptionally consistent, zero-DNF campaign. The Lemono local had never considered themselves the fastest racer on raw pace. Their decision-making, racing IQ and overall consistency were the skills others saw in Slimer from their early days — skills that they refined during their time at the Sotsevsa Academy for Marble Rallying. Slimer had the distinction of being the only marble to finish every race in Season 6 of the Rally, winning the title in a consistent, on-brand fashion. 

Nowadays, when they’re not training for races, Slimer is at the forefront of leading initiatives to allow underprivileged marbles to race and compete in smaller leagues. “I once never entertained the possibility of becoming a racer, let alone a champion. I want every one of you to know that you’re capable of racing too. This season, I hope to continue inspiring you all — both on and off the sand.”

Ducktape

Logo & Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs

3LC: DUC
Place of Origin: Tapai
Notable Results: Runner-up, Season 6
Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Ube

Known more for their unusual purple colouration and distinctive tape-like uniform pattern than for a history of Marble Rally success, 2018 Rally inductee Ducktape spent the last two seasons surpassing expectations by following a fifth-place finish in Season 5 with a surprise first-time podium placement in Season 6. Not just that, but they were able to sit a single spot below Slimer, the subject of Ducktape’s years-long admiration. Now expectations for Ducktape’s performance have risen, and speculation abounds as to whether the newly-successful athlete might be able to secure an overall championship in Season 7. 

All of the recent hubbub hasn’t knocked Ducktape’s cheerful spirit. Speaking from their crowded laboratory tucked away in the hills of Tapai, they seemed more interested in discussing their recent engineering work than their athletic prospects. “I mean, I’ll win if I get the most points, right? So if that happens, that happens. But what I’m actually hoping for is that we get some rain between races – I’ve been working on an umbrella that opens automatically when it gets wet, and it’s incredibly fun.” 

Superball

Logo & Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs

3LC: SUP
Place of Origin: Supozi
Notable Results: Champion, 2020; 3rd, 2018/2019/Season 6
Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Peaches and Cream

Despite having debuted two years after the Rally’s inaugural season, Superball has become perhaps the strongest candidate for the greatest Rallyist of all time. Having never gone a season without snatching a spot on the overall podium, none dare to question their reputation for consistency and speed on the sand. They’ve also cultivated a huge fanbase amongst younger fans of the Rally, with many a young marble dreaming of one day being just like Superball. 

An impressive streak of unimpeachable performances invites the burden of high expectations. Having lost their shot at a back-to-back championship in Season 6 thanks to a final-race DNF, all eyes will be on the notoriously introverted Supozi native as they stand on the precipice of a season that could make or break their claim to being the most accomplished marble athlete of all time. 

Despite the pressure, in pre-season interviews conducted near their Sotsevsan holiday home, Superball seemed entirely at peace with their Season 7 prospects. “I used to race to win, but right now, I race to race. My mind is clear, I’ve trained as best as I can, and I know where I’m going, so while I can’t promise anything in particular, I can promise you this – you’ll get to see me giving it my all on the sand.” 

Ghost Plasma

Logo & Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs

3LC: GHO
Place of Origin: Fantum
Notable Results: Champion, 2016; 2nd, 2019; 4th, Season 5/Season 6
Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: White Chocolate

One of only two marbles to appear in every season of the Marble Rally, Ghost Plasma is notorious as the ultimate “feast-or-famine” racer. Despite numerous accolades, including victory in the first ever season of the Marble Rally and being the only marble to win back-to-back A-League races, Ghost Plasma’s failures have been just as dramatic: following up their championship by finishing dead last in 2017; their ill-fated attempt to launch a franchise with Team Plasma in 2018; and their consistent bad luck with DNFs, holding the record for the most crashes in the league and choking away both the Season 5 and Season 6 titles after failing to finish the final race.

Nonetheless, since splitting with their management in 2019 and reconciling with their now-unaffiliated Marble League team, Ghost Plasma has seen a monumental return to the ranks of the Marble Rally’s greatest. Speaking to Project Marblearth interviewers, Ghost Plasma was confident that this will last: “If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my career, it’s how to come back from defeat. A lot of marbles look up to me for that, even some of the younger Rally racers. But where’s the fun in having marbles look up to you if you can’t occasionally remind them why out on the track?”

Phoenix

Logo & Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs

3LC: PHX
Place of Origin: Spiceno
Notable Results: Runner-up, 2018
Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Strawberry Cheesecake

Originating from Herbotamia’s town of pepper and spicy flavors, Phoenix was once a hot talking point after a very strong debut season, achieving a runner-up finish overall in Marble Rally 2018. But their world turned upside down soon after, as Phoenix’s name was caught in the controversy surrounding Red Number 3, followed by a dismal 2019 season, with a 19th place and relegation to a Showdown that eventually didn’t happen.

Despite being “missing” from the main show over the last four years, Phoenix has never given up on their Marble Rally dreams. From being among the first to take part in a JMR-sanctioned sand race, to helping establish a regional series – the Herbotamia Rally – as a competitor, they have continued working hard to improve themselves, counting on a strong bond with their friends from former Hubelino squad Team Phoenix, who currently run their own gym.

The long-standing effort has shown its results at the qualifiers, as Phoenix brought a strong pace to gap the field early and set the quickest time overall, completing the course in 1:45.48. With this performance, Phoenix and their team believe they have what it takes to put old ghosts behind, rise from the ashes and ignite a return to top form, in a statement for their online followers: “We’re here, we showed what we’re capable of and we’re in. Our sights are set forwards, as we look to keep making progress this year.”

White Widow

Logo & Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs

3LC: WWD
Place of Origin: Latrovia
Notable Results: 3rd, 2018 B-League
Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Cherry

That is nearly twenty-nine hundred days ago – it’s been a long time

So said Greg Woods prior to Group C’s descent down the sandhills for the Season Seven qualifiers, referencing the vast gulf between now and White Widow’s last appearance in a main-league Marble Rally race. Superstitious types might ascribe White Widow’s qualification to a jinx breaking the curse- the more pragmatic may see it as Greg stoking a fire underneath White Widow that motivated them to overcome the odds and prove themself. Regardless of the explanation you accept, White Widow’s shock qualification comes as a breath of fresh air to an athlete frequently tipped for retirement and their resolute fans. 

Eagle-eyed- or eight-eyed- fans might recognize White Widow not just from the Rally but from their appearances in recent CMM nature documentary Wild Brillaloom. A respected arachnologist in their day-to-day life, White Widow was actually being filmed studying the spiders of the jungle region when the dates of the new season were announced. 

“I’m thankful we didn’t have to cut the production short, though I had to return to Latrovia to train earlier than I planned,” said an out-of-breath White Widow after their S7 qualification was confirmed. “A lot of marbles have asked me why I don’t just stick to my day job, and sometimes I ask that of myself too. But nobody gets this excited about spiders.. well, maybe except me,” they added, gesturing fondly to fans celebrating wildly on the banks of the sand track. 

Grasshopper

Logo & Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs

3LC: GRA
Place of Origin: Caelifernia
Notable Results: 10th, 2018
Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Matcha

Grasshopper might officially be from Caelifernia, but good luck finding them there. While the exact details are shrouded in mist, this chirpy rallyist is known to spend much of their time in or around the Mt. Huaze region, being one of the few outsiders to remain there on a semi-permanent basis. At the Dim Insect monastery they learned the principles of racing and marble athletics in general from a wise master who competed long in the past, and also received the nickname Grasshopper for their green uniform and their penchant for constant chattering. 

Their history in the competition is appropriate for someone whose training style relies on gradual improvement and maturation. After their successful debut in 2018, Grasshopper has experienced mixed fortunes, failing to qualify in 2019 and not being invited for S5 before making it in for S6 and snagging an unimpeachable group win to qualify for S7 as well. But no matter what, each year Grasshopper molts and sheds the misfortunes and trials of the past, their form improving as they transform gradually into the athlete they dream of being. 

“At the heart of any true success is self-discipline. That’s what my master says,” reported Grasshopper to an attendant crowd of journalists. “So every morning I get up with the dawn and do chores around the monastery before I even begin training and studying, and it helps me be thankful for even the small things that have helped me get where I am right now.”  

Lollipop

Logo & Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs

3LC: LOP
Place of Origin: Bewaring
Notable Results: 6th, Season 5; 3rd, 2019 Showdown
Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Rose

Nobody has ever accused Lollipop of subtlety. Donning an unmistakable self-designed uniform, their standout visual flair masks a competitor most notable for their history of consistency and mid-pack finishes. Debuting in 2017, Lollipop has qualified for all but one SMR season since, and achieved a respectable lineup of results in the process; 10th, 13th, 6th, and 8th, along with a 3rd in 2019’s Showdown. Most put Lollipop’s track record of middling results down to their career rather than a lack of ambition; befitting their external appearance, they’re an artist before they’re an athlete. In fact, this Rally season comes on the tail-end of their artist’s residency at the Van Gotterdam Institute of Arts. 

Still, Season Five saw them in the fold as a real competitor for a podium spot, and now they’ve begun the season with an absolutely dominant win in their qualifying group, fans and pundits alike are speculating whether this season might see Lollipop on the up-and-up. 

“I don’t believe in making predictions about the future, so you can think what you want to think. But I don’t come here to waste my time, either. What you’ll see from me is nothing short of my best,” asserted Lollipop post-qualifiers, speaking to fans of their art and Rally fans alike. 

Silver Bolt

Logo & Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs

3LC: SBO
Place of Origin: Argensilva
Notable Results: 6th, Season 6
Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Red Bean

As a young adult ten years ago, Silver Bolt was not making waves for athleticism. They were a hard rocker whose debut album, Unplugged, sold millions. Their school of hard knocks came in a brutal tour schedule, jumping from continent to continent to perform hits like “Thunderclapped,” “Under Inertia,” and “Soda Stereo.”

A rebel at heart, Silver Bolt decided to tear up their label deal and start practicing racing around Doornse Gat. Jelle offered them a last-minute invite to the 2016 Marble Rally after another Rallyist’s emergency retirement, along with plenty of begging from their fans. Apart from Silver Bolt’s groupies by the track, few noticed their DNF-laden 13th place finish.

Eight years have passed, and former Silver Bolt fans probably moved on to Rollzier or Imagine Resin. Yet, in both Season 6 and the latest qualifiers, the former rocker could place in a race’s top 2 without breaking much sweat. Viewers also started to notice how wildly they celebrate if things go their way. “I got this second wind and the urge to rock out more than ever!” said Silver Bolt. “I just wish, like, we have flame machines that ignite at the finish after I’m the first to cross it!”

Crazy Cat’s Eye

Logo & Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs

3LC: CCE
Place of Origin: Felynia
Notable Results: 4th, 2019; Tied-3rd for most career race wins
Ice Cream Flavor: Cactus

Even in their youth, Crazy Cat’s Eye was already a folk hero in Felynia: every time they were spotted in the desert, they were sprinting and left sand clouds in their wake. Their professional Marble Rally career started at the age many Rallyists are at now. However, a mastery of the twin Felyni arts of stealth and speed meant they had no trouble keeping up.

That said, they are less known in Marblearth now for some great wins on the sand than as a mentor to Red Eye – perhaps the most famous Marbula One racer. With fame came changes in habit. Going into Season 7, they moved out of solitude in the Cat’s Dunes into a new facility designed by the Felyni High Council. As they left for Doornse Gat this week, a parade of fans and celebrities cheered CCE on: Cleocatra, the Pupils and Red Eye themself.

“In the past, I competed to only push my limits. This year, a win for me is also in the name of my home,” said Crazy Cat’s Eye after podiuming in their group. “The pride of Felynia is on the line, but who said I’m too old for a new challenge?”

Nemo

Logo & Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs

3LC: NEM
Place of Origin: Aslipi
Notable Results: 4th, S6 Showdown
Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Hokey Pokey

“Go Far, Fellas!” Marbles of a certain age all remember Nemo’s catchphrase, when their antics around Aslipi drew huge ratings on daytime television. If not for a TV deal with the Non-Descript Entertainment Company, this outdoorsmarb would have been just as happy to spend their days teaching swimming to young marbles. But after putting Aslipi on the map, Nemo was enticed by an acting career that began with a gritty crime documentary, shot underwater by their hometown.

The acting roles dried up by 2017, but they could roll the tape on a new opportunity. Having talked up their love of sand rallies, Nemo was invited by Jelle themself to compete and give the tournament some “star power.” Whenever they are not lifting up Aslipi’s youth, Nemo rolls up to compete while porting streaks of black and orange.

Despite some unimpressive past performances, this year Nemo had no trouble qualifying: they held their ground next to veterans like Pollo Loco and Dragon’s Egg. “A faaar out showing from me, wasn’t it?” said Nemo after the race. “I know I’m not exactly central casting in this sport. But I’m loving making these overtakes, and you’ll see more of that from me!”

Dragon’s Egg

Logo & Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs

3LC: DRA
Place of Origin: Longdan
Notable Results: Champion, 2017; 3rd, 2016
Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Dragonfruit

Dragon’s Egg first made their mark in marble sports history when they traveled thousands of miles from their village to compete in the Ramen Bowl, winning the individual division that year. Since then, they have gone on to become a decorated veteran of the Sand Marble Rally, including a 3rd in 2016 and a championship in 2017. Although their placement dropped slightly in the following years, they held a streak of at least one gold medal per season until their failure to qualify in season 6, though they earned another gold in that year’s Showdown. Now, Dragon’s Egg has returned for season 7, intent on adding another trophy to their racing record. 

Their accomplishments have made them somewhat of a hometown hero back in Longdan, where they continue their work as a historian between training for sand races. Currently, they’re piecing together a collection of local myths and folktales. When asked about their jump from historian to athlete, Dragon’s Egg replied, “If you want to trace it back from the very beginning, I guess you’d have to start with La Colina Umerun. The Ramen Bowl may have awakened my love for marble sports, but I won’t forget my roots – after all, I’m carrying the name of my home. As for this year’s Rally…let’s make some history.”

Blazing Fireball

Logo & Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs

3LC: BLF
Place of Origin: Checkum
Notable Results: 6th, 2019 Showdown
Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Créme Brúlée

In their day job, Blazing Fireball is all about making sure nothing gets explosive. A mechanical engineer on Marblearth’s first offshore oil rig, this Rallyist led their department to four straight years’ worth of structural safety awards. Even their job is right by their home port of Checkum, so they travel little apart from what’s needed for a semi-professional Rally career.

Starting from Jelle’s 750-Foot Sand Race, Blazing Fireball never qualified for the A-League until invited for Season 5. Instead of blowing up on the track, Blazing Fireball jokes as much that they blew it – they placed in last for one of the worst A-League performances in Marble Rally history. Yet, to the amazement of this week’s Qualifiers crowd, this Rallyist kept in sight of the lead the whole race and converted it into a group winning finish.

“I think in the past I raced like the way I work: safety first,” said the ball of flame. “But last offseason I trained with some Rally friends; I crunched the numbers on the best way to race cleanly. This year, I’ll make sure everyone is checking me.”

Blue Moon

Logo & Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs

3LC: BLM
Place of Origin: Waxington
Notable Results: 9th, 2019 Showdown
Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: …Blue Moon

The prestige of the Marble Rally notwithstanding, extravagance really isn’t Blue Moon’s thing. They live in a small cottage in rural Waxington, only entering the public eye when their job requires, and even their racing moniker – majestic sounding though it may be – is named for their favorite flavor of ice cream.

In spite of their decidedly ordinary life, Blue Moon is somewhat of an unknown factor going into the season. They last competed in the main competition in 2018 (finishing 18th), and since then have been confined to the showdown with two unassuming performances to their name, most recently in Season 6 just falling out of the top ten due to a last-race DNF, before their unexpected qualification to the main league for only the third time. For a marble who’s been competing since the inaugural season, they’ve still yet to really prove themself.

“It’s amazing, really, that I’m even able to keep a solid work-life balance,” notes Blue Moon, stifling an amiable chuckle. “Y’know, given my job is so far out and my day-to-day routine is, well, pretty mundane. That reminds me, I ought to pick up some spinach on the trip home…”

Comet

Logo & Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs

3LC: COM
Place of Origin: Startove
Notable Results: Champion, 500-Foot Race; Runner-up, S6 Showdown
Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Blearthday Cake

A Marble Rally veteran going back to the tournament’s inaugural season, Comet’s brightest moment in their eight-year career is definitely unique amongst the rallyists: it’s not often an athlete is better known for the time their 500-Foot Race performance went viral in 2020 more than their Rally career results.

In spite of those five minutes of fame being their defining moment over the last six seasons, they’ve managed to pull some respectable results out of less than amazing seasons past. Their scarce highlights include a race win in 2018, race silvers from 2019 and 2020, and more recently, an overall silver in the Showdown of Season 6. And with a qualification for Season 7, they’re hoping to add more to their list of race achievements in the hopes it’ll one day match their follower count.

“We’re so back!” Comet exclaimed to their fans on ClikClak immediately after the qualifiers. “This is our year! We’re gonna put the Rally back on the map once I light the competition up and I leave everyone else in my trail! Make sure to like and share all my race wins, meteorites!” They flashed a couple of winks, ones towards their phone and the other to the few marbles around them staring in utter confusion.

Red Number 3

Logo & Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs

3LC: RN3
Place of Origin: Bifornya
Notable Results: Champion, 2018/2019; Runner-up, 2017
Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Neapolitan

Arguably the most decorated and well-known marble in the Rally, Red Number 3 knows a little bit about seeing Marblearth from its highest peak. An outstanding rookie outing in 2017 where they nabbed the overall silver soon turned into overall gold the following year, and then into another gold in 2019, making them the first ever repeat champion in Jelle’s Marble Runs history. Glory was short-lived, however; controversy and downfall soon followed in their next seasons, and now Red knows just as much about seeing the mountain from its lowest point after their Season 6 campaign ended in an uncharacteristic dead last finish. 

Despite their recent struggles, Red remains hopeful for Season 7: being just one of two marbles to qualify from their group surely means something. What exactly it means for the fan-favorite rallyist come the real deal races is yet to be seen, though.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t care about how I finish this season,” Red admitted, “but I’d also be lying if I said my eventual finish is all that matters to me. As long as I get to race, I’ll be happy. It’s all I’ve wanted to do since I can remember, after all; I’m never going to take these chances to do what I love for granted.”

Reflektor

Logo & Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs

3LC: REF
Place of Origin: Cromavila
Notable Results: 10th, Season 6
Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Yogurt and red berries

Reflektor is a marble who’s always enjoyed the colors of life. An experienced photographer before their Marble Rally career, they were called up to fill in a vacant spot at a local racing event they were hired to provide pictures for, and have never looked back since.

Their unique multicolored shine, however,  would dim throughout their debut season. After a promising third place at the iconic 500-Foot Race, Reflektor’s 2016 campaign was plagued with DNFs and unfortunate race incidents, habits that burned out any chances to qualify, until a surprising win to punch their ticket to the main league came in 2019. That result would be followed up by a strong and consistent season 6, which included a silver medal in another fierce battle versus Ghost Plasma and a top 10 overall, their best performance so far.

This time, they made it out of a tight group, coming from behind with a strong final sprint, all despite a late wall ride from contact with Blue Moon. Reflektor said from the finish line, “I took a bit too long to switch out my landscape admirer’s lens, and recompose as a focused competitor. I have been working to refine my racecraft and arrive here properly prepared.”

Amethyst

Logo & Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs

3LC: AME
Place of Origin: Boseoul
Notable Results: 5th, Season 6
Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Mint Chocolate Condition

While Amethyst may be the youngest and newest competitor on the Rally scene, that doesn’t mean they’re inexperienced in the slightest. The longtime fan turned competitor impressed the world in Season 6 by putting on a show that kicked off with winning their very first race and then never placing outside the top ten in the eight races they finished. The season ultimately culminated in an overall 5th place finish that was only a few points away from the third step of the overall podium; the greatest finish ever for a Marble Rally rookie since 2018.

It’s only natural that they’re seeking more in their sophomore season, especially after being so tantalizingly close to a podium in their inaugural outing. How Amethyst’s second and arguably more defining season would go is on the minds of many; but not the racer’s, surprisingly.

“I’m still learning a lot. But the most important thing I’ve learned so far is that family isn’t about who you’re related to, but it’s who you feel loved around,” Amethyst stated after qualifiers, seemingly unfazed by any expectations held for them. “I love racing with everyone else and they love racing with me, so I’m really excited to spend some more time with my real family this season.” They smirked before finishing, “but of course, winning a championship wouldn’t hurt as I do so.”

Blizzard Blaster

Logo & Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs

3LC: BBL
Place of Origin: Winterpeg
Notable Results: 6th, 2019; 5th, 2018 B-League
Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Rocky Road

In the far north of Marblearth, a cold wind blows over the land. Twin blades slice through a pristine frozen landscape as a lone marble descends the perilous mountain peaks surrounding Winterpeg, a destination city blanketed with snow for more than half the year. So goes the training of Blizzard Blaster, wintersports athlete turned rallyist, who brought ice-based races to the Rally in Season 5. With a record for consistent appearances and a few outstanding races since their 2017 debut, Blizzard Blaster maintains a passionate contingent of fans in and outside of their home city. As its manager, they also maintain the SnowWorld facility used for the ice races, which currently operates as an indoor ski slope for novices and summer use. 

“I never like leaving SnowWorld and Winterpeg behind, but I’m proud to represent my home in the rally. This is an event where a marble can find success no matter where they’re from or who they are, and I’m a great example of that,” said Blizzard Blaster in the aftermath of their close-call qualification, which saw them just barely edge past the cutoff point for race times. “What’s more, I’ve got a feeling that this is going to be one of my best years yet.” 

Pollo Loco

Logo & Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs

3LC: POL
Place of Origin: Pollota
Notable Results: 7th, 2019; 2nd, 2018 B-League
Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Lemon Sorbet

Why did Pollo Loco cross the road? Nine years ago, it was to catch the trolley on the other side. But the speed with which they sped down the boulevards of Pollota made them a viral sensation. On the recommendation of newfound friend El Capitan, Pollo Loco was invited to the Marble Rally – and has been a mainstay since.

Despite first copying El Capitan’s style of daring racing, this “Crazy Chicken” grew into their own style of consistent upper half placements. Over the years, Pollo Loco developed a vegan diet, regular meditation and the stamina to pull off bursts of momentum: a famous example is Race 6 of the 2019 Marble Rally. With more fight on their part for race leads, they could stake a claim as a championship contender.

When fans of “Pollata’s Pride” heard their Rallyist qualified by two-hundredths of a second, they went wild. Pollo Loco, on the other hand, was serene. “All I can do is be grateful that today, the stars aligned in my favor,” they said. “Now is the time to prepare myself, so next week I can heat up on the track!”

The four autoqualified athletes – Slimer, Ducktape, Superball, and Ghost Plasma – prepare for another contentious season of marble racing in the sand. [Art Credit: Steel]

Twenty competitors. Ten races. One championship.
Which Marble Rally athlete will tear up the sand and take home the gold?
We’ll find out in Marble Rally Season 7.

Credits

  • Writers: Edu G.J., Fouc, GhostDM, Millim, Momoikkai, Ramen Powder, Toffeeshop, Vector
  • Editors: Evolution, Fouc, Millim, Stynth, Toffeeshop
  • Artists: Emmun_Isaac, Steel
  • Graphic Designer: Tim Ritz
  • Photo Credits: Jelle’s Marble Runs
  • Reference: Marble Rally S7 Qualifiers | Jelle’s Marble Runs
  • Release: 28/06/2024

Out of the Rolling – Event 9: Dazed with Destiny

Suddenly, Momomo felt dizzy. Their breathing became shallow as the starting gate at Snowflake Slope lifted and the bobsled entered the track.

“Is everything okay?” asked Momo.

“I don’t know. It’s really cold up here.”

“But you’re all bundled up. It’s just a short sprint down,” assured Mo.

“No…everything’s spinning,” said Momomo as snow kicked into their face.

The bobsled skidded to a halt as Momomomo pulled out a yellow flag. “Medical; we need team doctors now! Someone find Mimo – Momomo isn’t okay.”

Momomo and Speedy collide in a pivotal moment during Race 63 of Marble Survival 100. [Photo Credit: JMR]

Minutes earlier, Momomo and Speedy had crashed into each other toward the summit of the course, stranding the former athlete but significantly slowing down the latter. Momomo stared down Speedy as they felt the cool, tough grass poke up from the ground.

Speedy glared back, their face scarlet with rage and bewilderment. “You threw the entire race to screw me over. Was it worth it?”

Momomo exhaled softly, focusing on Speedy with a steely, cold gaze.

“And now we’re both here. We’re both out of the rolling, and it’s because of you,” scowled Speedy. “You were in my way.”

Momomo remained stationary, still enough that Speedy could see their reflection in the athlete’s green uniform, with blue and yellow streaks dancing across its curves like noodles steaming in a hotpot.

“I was born a champion. This was my destiny. You should have been eliminated before me.”

The Speeders fan section roared behind them, throwing half-eaten dumplings, broken chopsticks, and other food scraps into the arena. Momomo barely flinched as pieces of trash flew centimeters before them.

“That’s it? You have nothing to say to me? Whatever. You’ll never understand how I feel.”

Speedy stormed away, blindsiding Coach Quickly as they left the arena. Rolling to their locker room, Speedy crossed paths with several remaining survivors.

“Many marbles prayed we’d go out with the Speeders, but tough luck for them!” chided Mandarin. “Tonight we celebrate, tomorrow we win the war!”

Someone who sounded like Slimelime around the corner exclaimed: “You can’t win them all. Of course, I haven’t won any of them!” Then someone who sounded like Rezzy must have said: “I would feel bad, except I don’t. None of us like you.”

“Real champions don’t celebrate the failures of others,” Speedy would mutter back, feeling lightheaded. But it was a bright yellow athlete next to them, who seemed quite offended.

“I heard that!” said Yellah. “How about real champions take the time to say sorry for once? You didn’t say a word to Yellup when they fell off the tracks in Marbula One. You think you can pull that same attitude avoiding Momomo after you hit them like that?”

Before Speedy could snap back, the Speeders’ coach rolled into the fray and put themself between the two athletes. “Excuse us,” said Coach Quickly. “We need to talk in private.”

It was not as if Speedy wasn’t in a daze either. How much of what Speedy heard was real and how much was in their mind? As the security marbles from the Speeders organization started trickling around them, Speedy’s world looked more and more like a crimson blur.
Quickly kept the Speeders captain by their side, pushing the security marbles aside, until the Coach slammed the locker room door shut with a loud BANG.

BANG went the starter pistol on that day years ago; so had Speedy as they blasted out of the gate. A stopwatch, its button stuck at first from overuse, beeped faintly as the crimson marble with the pistol whispered to others by their side. “Yep. Still half a second behind.”

“I knew it from the moment the starting gate lifted,” said the frustrated parent. “Speedy! What are you gasping for air for? You were still too slow!”

“It’s too much…I can’t…”

“What did we talk about last night? ‘I can’t?’ — You’re banned from saying that phrase at home, so you can’t say it here either.”

“I’m sorry, I…”

“Never say sorry,” Speedy’s other parent said. “Just do better.”

Speedy heaved in oxygen as they mustered up the strength to push themself off the cold, tough training mat. They stared down the starting gate as it locked back into place and slowly rolled back towards it.

“Faster!” Speedy’s parent said. “Do you want to be a champion?”

“I’ve dreamed of it,” replied Speedy.

“You’re a liar,” said the older marble. “Rapidly would’ve finished another run by now. And they’d still be faster than you.”

Speedy’s face turned scarlet with embarrassment. They felt tears well up in their eyes but held them back, muttering, “No one understands how I feel.”

Speedy halted, gazing up at the skybox. Its lights nearly blinded the young athlete, but they could still spot the silhouettes of their parents sitting behind Rapidly, their familiar orange streak curving across their uniform like a sharp chicane across Le Course de Sauvage.

That was the last thing Speedy saw before they collapsed to the ground from exhaustion.

As the rest of the crowd left the stands, coaches Quickly and Momomomomo were still locked in conversation. “You seem good at bottling stuff up until it boils over,” inferred Momomomomo, who watched their teammate receive a note from a member of Speeders personnel.

“I guess you saw that today,” said Quickly, shrugging. “Any advice?”

Momomomomo sighed. “The past catches up on all of us eventually. Sometimes it helps to just breathe.”

[Art Credit: Momoikkai]

Credits

Red Number 3: The Legend

The official portrait and wordmark for Red Number 3.
(Design Credit: Tim Ritz)

“From a really young age, all Red wanted to do was race. We were always ready to race them, but they very quickly got way too good for us.”

It was an early January morning in 2019 as Blue Number 2 took a moment to sip their cinnamon coffee in the quaint Sauce Boss sports bar, far from the vintage city center of Numerun. I sat across from them and set down my blue-and-white-striped notepad. We made a toast to the bartender for letting us start interviews for the “Not a Marble” controversy at 4 am, who smiled as our mugs clinked, echoing beyond the billiards table and into the quiet.

A self-portrait of Blue Number 2.
(Design Credit: Piney)

“It was just so nice seeing them compete in the big leagues,” Blue continued. “We weren’t necessarily expecting great things; it was just great that they got to compete. But then they started winning. It was like they were born to race, and we never would have realized it when we were growing up.”

Blue Number 2 reached into their satchel and pulled out a thick manila envelope, dumping the contents onto the table between us. Wads of Rollaroids piled high, depicting Blue, their sibling Red Number 3, and other family members as they grew up in Bifornya.

Red Number 3, Blue Number 2, and their parents at a young age.
(Art Credit: Momoikkai)

“I was more into photography than racing from a young age,” Blue recalled, smirking. “My family did everything they could to make ends meet. It was a risk for us to pursue something else. But Red had a dream, and they made it happen.”

As I learned from Blue, that dream was not to become a legend in marble racing, although a career in sports was always in the cards — Red hoped to become an athletic trainer as they pursued a master’s degree in sports medicine. But Red was inspired to start racing after a trip to La Colina Umerun.

Blue passed me a Rollaroid of Red Number 3 and Rojo Cinco celebrating commencement. “Red’s friends in the Rojo Rollers were participating in the Surculo and had just earned a wild card spot in the Elite League. I went with Red and Cinco to see them compete at a sand rally in the shadow of Pico del Manantial.”

Blue sorted through the Rollaroids, depicting the mountain’s peak in the background of two densely packed stands, facing a narrow course sculpted from the sand. As we looked from one photo to the next, we saw athletes coming down from the top of the course in stop-motion, with the series ending with two marbles at the finish line – Rojo Tres and Mercurial from the Quicksilvers.

Rojo Tres edges out Mercurial at the photo finish for the win.
(Art Credit: Momoikkai)

“They couldn’t declare a winner due to the lack of video footage. But if you look here, I caught Tres crossing the line a few milliseconds ahead of Mercurial. Red brought proof to the race officials, who confirmed the Rojo Rollers as the winners.”

As thanks, race officials let Red Number 3 onto the course to race: for the first time in their life. Bystanders were astounded to see Red clock in at the finish line with a better time than a few of the athletes who had just raced.

“Cinco pleaded with Red to stay in Numerun and train with them. As much as I wanted Red to come home, I knew they would be happier doing what they love,” admitted Blue Number 2. “And from there, everything happened so fast.”

The Leadup

Behind the billiards table, framed newspaper articles painted the walls with headlines of Red Number 3’s rise to local stardom. Their debut in the individual league of the Surculo and subsequent success as a rookie headlined the announcement of the individual Surculo Elite League, where they won race after race. In mid-2015, when marble sports tournaments worldwide were booming in popularity, Red received a special invitation to compete in an exhibition race in the city of Knikkegen: the Sand Marble Rally 750-Foot Race.

“We didn’t have the money to get Red there,” admitted Blue, “but the city of Numerun graciously covered costs. I had just started university and couldn’t be there, but media networks were going to broadcast the marble race internationally for the first time in history.”

While other competitors chose to be represented by the colors of their uniforms, Red Number 3 opted to be known by name.
(Photo Credit: JMR)

This would also be the first race broadcast with live commentary by Greg Woods, the organizer of the informal Fruit Circuit tournaments. Numerun’s mayor organized a series of viewings around the city for the broadcast, which thousands of fans signed up for. Blue Number 2 told me as they finished their coffee that they attended their viewing here at this bar.

For the first two minutes of the race, Blue recalled a mellow yet tense atmosphere. “Everyone was excited, but seeing Red towards the middle of the pack was rough. A few fans were frustrated that Blazing Fireball was being called Red. Then towards the middle of the race, we saw Red racing ahead of everyone else to the right, cutting into White’s lead. Everyone cheered for the rest of the race.”

Red Number 3 appears on screen for the first time since White established their lead.
(Photo Credit: JMR)

At the three-minute mark, Red Number 3 took the bottom line in the helices, then the lead. From there, Red barely allowed White within a length of them, even in the final sector of the race. They handled sweeping turns with near-mastery and sprinted down the last straightaway to finish almost three seconds ahead of White.

Red Number 3, having crossed the finish line, becomes the first champion of an international marble sports race.
(Photo Credit: JMR)

“The city had to shut down the streets outside of Antigua, a rarity for any other occasion than the Milenaria. But we were all celebrating before Red finally came home — we had to.” Blue Number 2 pulled out a Rollaroid of their sibling and the mayor, giving Red an honorary key to the city of Numerun. “Things couldn’t have looked better, but Red decided they needed some time away from the spotlight.”

Red Number 3 accepts an honorary key to the city of Numerun.
(Art Credit: Momoikkai)

Blue Number 2 exhaled deeply. “I’m happy they were home for a year. They used funds from sponsors to give back to our family. It got me through school. It got us steady electricity. Everything we could have ever dreamed of, and more.” Blue paused, wiping a tear away.

We were both silent until we heard a faint siren outside. The city was beginning to wake up. 

“We all knew Red had to return to racing after that, but they wouldn’t do it willingly without a little help. You should ask Quicksilver how they convinced Red to fly back to Knikkegen with them for the Giant Funnel Race.”

I shrugged. “Quicksilver hasn’t RSVPed for this round of interviews. But I’ll ask next time I see them.”

“Sounds good. I’m glad to hear you’re doing this controversy justice,” replied Blue. “Red’s a different material, but I’ve known them a very long time, just obviously my whole life, and just, I don’t think they’ve meant to be dishonest. Red has always been self-conscious, so I think Red’s just worried about marbles treating them differently. Red has always wanted to win or lose just based on who they were.”

Blue thanked me again as they left for work. Between their interview and the next, the bartender of Sauce Boss, Sauce, invited me to rewatch Marble Rally 2017 with them.

The Foundations

Red Number 3, just passing Quicksilver in the final stretch, qualifies for Marble Rally 2017.
(Photo Credit: JMR)

“Finishing 29th in some giant funnel means nothing compared to the rest of their legacy,” quipped Sauce. “We’ve always known Red is the best racer in the sand.”

Starting at the 2017 Qualifiers, we watched Red Number 3 bound from the pack of the racing order to claim the lead from two-time Ramen Bowl champion Dragon’s Egg. Quicksilver surged ahead to trade the lead with Red before the final stretch, where Red lurched to finish at the top of their qualifying group.

“It’s Red Number 3, showing why they deserve to be in the Sand Marble Rally. They did that in the very first race of their career and made a name for themselves.”

~Greg Woods, 2017
The starting order of Marble Rally 2017 Race 1.
(Photo Credit: JMR)

From there, the All Events compilation video took us into Race 1, where we watched Red finish ninth, unable to capitalize off their starting position in the front row. The following two races demonstrated a mixed bag of results, with fourth in Race 2 and fourteenth in Race 3. As they headed into Race 4, Red Number 3 was eleventh in the overall standings. Yet, out of the gate, Red Number 3 took their first-row starting position and a strong wind of momentum through the Plinko obstacle and into the top three of the race order, in the same company as Lollipop and Dragon’s Egg.

Once again, Red Number 3 used the barriers not as barriers but as opportunities to gain speed, rushing through them to steal the lead. When challenged by Lollipop in the final section of the race, Red passed through a side of the rotating chevron, slowing Lollipop down on the other side, and sprinted to the finish line, winning their first Marble Rally race of the season. 

Red Number 3 meets Blizzard Blaster after winning Race 4.
(Photo Credit: Droid)

With a gold and 41 points, Red Number 3 led the standings in a three-way tiebreaker. A poor finish in Race 5 sent them down to fourth overall, while Quicksilver earned their second gold medal. Race 6 fared much better, with Red holding second despite getting caught by a twig in the final stretch. Although Quicksilver earned a bronze and kept the lead, Red Number 3 took silver and rose to second overall.

The second half of the season went similarly for Red as they earned medals among less favorable finishes. They earned their second gold in Race 8, disappearing off-screen with the lead and winning their second race by a three-second margin.

The exact second the “Red Number 3 ▶️” marker appeared. The athlete was on the verge of going “off into the distance”…
(Photo Credit: JMR)

After securing their final medal in Race 12, a bronze, Red Number 3 stood second overall, one of seven marbles able to win, and the only rookie of those seven. Finishing fifth in the final race added 22 points to their total due to a new and controversial double-point rule. Red Number 3 cleared Quicksilver in the standings but finished second overall with 134 points. Dragon’s Egg, who won a silver in the final race, passed Red by just one point to win the tournament.

Dragon’s Egg, Red Number 3, and Slimer on the podium at the end of Marble Rally 2017.
(Photo Credit: JMR)

“I didn’t think marbles could get more hyped up about the sports scene than they already were, but once Red finished second two years ago, the excitement reached a fever pitch,” recalled Sauce. “Business boomed — that’s why I rebranded to a sports bar. The Rojo Rollers and Red Number 3 partnered up and started building professional facilities. The press became insufferable. But everyone was in good spirits when they were talking about Red. They brought the city hope.”

Following our watch party, it was time for my next interview: 2017 champion Dragon’s Egg.

The Interviews

“I was competing with Red Number 3 for pretty much the whole 2017 Rally. That marb was just pure talent. None of us had ever heard of them before [the 750 Foot Race], but it became obvious that they were a really good racer,” Dragon’s Egg remarked. “Red Number 3 in 2018 was just the pinnacle of marble sports. In a group of 20 marbles—the best sand racers in the world, no less—they came in the top three…five times. In just eight races! They’re without a doubt the most pure sand racer ever.

I raced a lot with Red Number 3, and I can definitely say that they were just a fantastic competitor. Sure, they may be a different material, but I don’t think it matters. They won in 2018 because they trained hard and outcompeted us.”

Thanking Dragon’s Egg for their interview, my next participant was Superball, the 2018 bronze medalist.

“[Red was] just incredible. You felt like as soon as you entered the starting gate, you were playing for second. Nobody could beat them—I actually won a race in 2018 where Red Number 3 came second. It was an amazing feeling, but at the same time, there was that feeling of, did I really just beat the best marble of all time? Even in defeat, they exuded victory.”

Superball and I looked through Rollaroids from Marble Rally 2018. The first picture, arranged facedown, was of Red Number 3 nestled in a bank of sand off the course of Race 1, having DNFed. Subsequent photos were facing up and more illustrative of the champion’s success that year.

A collage of captured memories from Red Number 3’s first championship year.
(Art Credit: Momoikkai)

“Sure, it would have been upsetting for me personally if Marble Rally 2018 had stayed canceled. But I think it would have also been upsetting for everyone else not to see Red get another chance to compete,” asserted Superball. “Red deserved it.”

Superball recalled Races 3 and 4 as we found pictures from those events. “I led for part of the third race, but I was too focused on what was behind me not to notice the wall in front of me. Red deserved that silver more than I did. In the end race, I got lucky being in the front early on, and I was more focused on what was ahead. So was Red, and finishing a little more than half a second ahead of them for the win was the most difficult race of my career yet.”

I reminded Superball that they had held the lead in the standings for two consecutive events after their win, but Superball only laughed.

“Maybe I don’t give myself enough credit. But I could never give Red Number 3 too much credit. They’re the real deal.”

That night, Sauce queued up the final three races of Marble Rally 2018 for their customers to watch after the evening news. A line to enter queued within an hour of the Sauce Boss’s opening.

“Party of three? Sorry — we’re usually not packed like this during the offseason. Mind waiting 20 minutes?” asked Sauce to a group of fans. The bartender turned aside to me. “This hasn’t happened since Red won. Does the public know about the marblementary yet?” they wondered.

“They do,” I replied, clearing my plate of nachos, “but they shouldn’t know we’re filming here. We all had to sign NDAs, so it would be bad if they were broken…”

“Yeah.” Sauce took my plate, washing it behind the counter. Above us, the sixth race of Marble Rally 2018 ended with Red Number 3 crossing the finish line in dominance, winning five seconds ahead of Black Knight. Red Number 3 led the standings with 74 points and three medals.

Red gets a brief moment of air time as they finish Race 6. (Photo Credit: JMR)

Race 7 played afterward, featuring a three-way battle between Black Knight, Red Number 3, and Superball. Although Red never led the race, they remained in the top three, finishing just behind Superball for bronze and retaining their lead heading into the final race. 

Starting in the back row, Red Number 3 seemed out of sight and out of mind as the camera focused on the top three at the start: Phoenix, Quicksilver, and Ghost Plasma. As Black Knight crashed out, Red Number 3 suddenly appeared in second place.

“And look at THIS! Red Number 3 out of nowhere has taken second place! We were too busy looking at that crash-out, that spin, and now Red Number 3 is up into second. If they finish there, that will be enough to solidify the 2018 Sand Marble Rally championship.”

~Greg Woods, 2018

“If they’re REALLY a marble!” exclaimed a customer across the bar.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” another customer yelled. “Get out of here, you heckler.”

“I’m not heckling, it’s a fact,” the first customer claimed. On the screen above, the leaderboard shuffled between Phoenix and Red Number 3 in a dead heat as the two athletes navigated different lanes of a double helix. “I don’t care that they won. They still cheated.”

“Just because they’re made of a different material? Get out of here,” a third customer said. Behind them, a fourth customer approached, brandishing their plastic spoon as a sword.

Sauce fumbled for the phone, hastily calling security to de-escalate the encounter. The bouncers from outside calmly entered and swarmed the bar, breaking up the commotion and escorting the parties involved out of the facility.

Above us, the podium ceremony for the final was airing, showing that Red Number 3 had finished second, clinching their first Marble Rally championship with 107 points and five medals overall. I remembered that the Rojo Rollers had celebrated Red’s accomplishment in an official statement: 

“Excellence, Champion, Victory. Congratulations to our hero, Red Number 3, for cementing their legacy as a Marble Rally legend.”

Red Number 3 earns their first Marble Rally championship, capping their 2018 season with one gold, three silvers, and one bronze.
(Photo Credit: JMR)

After the bar closed, Sauce and I were cleaning up the bar when we received a late-night visitor: Blue Number 2, bringing one last Rollaroid as a gift.

“I found this at home. Red came home a day early from their victory tour to get a break from the paparazzi. I brought a tripod and everything so I could be in a picture with my sibling for once.” Blue passed us the Rollaroid, pointing out their relatives, Stripe Numbers 9 and 13. “Red winning in 2018 was pretty much the best thing ever. They’d been training so hard for so long, and coming just short in 2017 was really hard for them. But they bounced back, and they kept working. We were so proud of them, not just the victory, but just all of their work and dedication, too.”

Red Number 3 celebrates their first Marble Rally championship with family.
(Art Credit: Momoikkai)

“This controversy must be hard on all of you,” I noted. “Especially losing your partnership with the Rojo Rollers. I know Red was close with them, especially Cinco.”

Blue sighed. “Business is business, but that didn’t stop Red from taking it personally. Nonetheless, it’s been reassuring that all of the Marble Rally athletes have supported Red through this. Red couldn’t do it without them and the fans on our side.”

The next day, things got worse in a way that I could have never imagined.

The Ridicule

“I said this in another presser — the marb was impressive, I’ll grant them that. But a few times in 2018, they seemed almost too impressive. You started to get the feeling that something was off. Nobody can be that good all the time. Something wasn’t right.”

I was sitting across from a marble who introduced themself as Quicksilver, the Marble Rally athlete known as one of Red’s greatest adversaries and best friends. As similar as they looked, this marble was filled with a rage unseen in previous press appearances. Nor did it seem like they were interested in maintaining their friendship with Red Number 3.

“I mean, I’m not particularly surprised [about the controversy]. It always seemed clear to me that something fishy was going on. I’m very interested to see what happens next. Personally, I think Red Number 3 should be banned from sand racing. It’s only fair.”

Another marble, introducing themself as Phoenix, echoed their sentiments. “When this story broke, I was stunned! To think that all these years, I was competing against somebody who I thought was in good faith, and it turns out they’ve been cheating like this? Unbelievable!”

The two debated without prompt about the effects of different materials in sand before their interviews concluded. My final interviewee, Comet, sensed something was off.

“This is so stupid. Red is the same way as the rest of us. This is just grumbling from marbles who are bitter they lost to Red,” refuted Comet. “As long as Red’s the same weight it shouldn’t matter, but there should be guidelines, at least.”

ExcitingPresentation’s phone call, as depicted in Not a Marble: A Marblementary.
(Design Credit: MSPN)

MSPN correspondent ExcitingPresentation agreed, presiding over the phone. “Well, I think it needs to be addressed what kind of marbles are allowed. I mean, marbles are made of different materials, like clay for example. Are those marbles technically allowed, or is it strictly glass marbles? Yeah, I’m not sure if other types of marbles should be allowed. I think this needs to have been clarified beforehand.”

As I hung up with ExcitingPresentation and began gathering my belongings for a flight later that day, Comet rolled over to me with a look of worry on their face. “That footage you showed me of Quicksilver and Phoenix…I’m sorry, that just doesn’t sound like them at all.”

I looked blankly at the blue-and-yellow marble. “I…don’t understand. What do you know?”

“Fans have been spreading rumors about this online since the marblementary announcement,” replied Comet. “Sourcing sound bites of athletes. Sharing drafts of scripts. Comparing uniforms. I didn’t think they’d get away with it — and I would fully expect your interviews to get leaked to the press.”

My sense of dread snowballed in the coming hours as a protest grew outside of the Sauce Boss sports bar, the result of an Reddit campaign by an organized group of “not a marble” hecklers. That night, Sauce turned on the news to the not entirely unexpected stinging tone of the marble who had introduced themself as Quicksilver.

“It’s just ridiculous!” they provoked. “You wouldn’t let a marble made out of rubber join, because it’d be way more bouncy even if it weighed the same! It’s exactly the same with Red. They weigh the same, but they’re more slippery! How is that fair?”

“Tonight, for the first time, Red Number 3 breaks their silence,” said Rick O’Shea, appearing live on air amid a growing protest outside of the sports bar. “Stay tuned for a special edition of 1-on-1.”

The logo for Rick O’Shea’s 1-on-1.
(Design Credit: MSPN)

No matter what I said to senior writers at MSPN to try to convince them otherwise, they insisted that the 1-on-1 interview, and the release of the marblementary in its entirety, go on. I boarded my airplane in tears and flew home, catching the final segment of the interview as I scourged my fridge for leftovers.

“Look, I just want to thank all of the fans who are still supporting me,” said Red Number 3. “I’ll fight against this smear job for as long as it takes, and I will race again.”

The live premiere of Not a Marble would receive the best ratings of any sports documentary in history and a rare response from Jelle themself, which confirmed that despite the controversy, Red Number 3 would remain eligible to participate in the Sand Marble Rally.

Jelle shares the marblementary with marble sports fans.
(Credit: Betawolfs/Jelle’s Marble Runs)

Fans panned the performance of “Quicksilver,” whose final monologue within the video wasn’t sourced from my interview with them: “I’ve raced against Red. They’re more slippery than anyone else. I thought it was just training at first, but now I know it’s their material. That’s unfair, plain and simple. They’re a cheater, and they shouldn’t be allowed back.” 

One week later, Quicksilver released an official response to the controversy. Unlike the interview they had given, it was not accusatory — at least towards Red.

“I was not present at the interview that aired from the Marble Sports Performance Network, and am suing on behalf of my identity being used to discredit the career of my friend, Red Number 3.”

News coverage did not pick up the statement, but Blue Number 2 did, forwarding it to me and letting me know that Quicksilver had provided an alibi to their family.

“Quicksilver’s single parent had passed, and their funeral was that weekend. They didn’t tell us until then, but we understood. We know how that feels.”

Phoenix, too, had an explanation: “All we could do was to hurry and release a statement. We couldn’t travel to Bifornya to meet with Red, but, fortunately, [Phoenix’s talent scout] Meteor was there at the time to watch a youth tournament and offered to contact Red to relay our supportive message to them.” Communication from Blue Number 2 indicated that Red was made aware of both alibis but had decided to cut contact with their fellow racers until the start of the season.

In the coming days, officials used body, face, and voice recognition software to confirm that the two marbles interviewed as “Quicksilver” and “Phoenix” were not the Marble Rally athletes but impersonators. The two hecklers, who had previous warnings for causing disruptions at the bar, were arrested once identified. 

In response to these developments, news broke that Jelle’s Marble Runs was disassociating with MSPN, which previously served as the channel’s media arm. Earlier that day, I had resigned from my position with MSPN and would join the JMRC in the coming days, volunteering to help prepare for Marble League 2019. Much of my work over the coming years would ensure fair and accurate reporting of marble sports stories.

But no matter what I did, I could not restore the reputations of Phoenix, Quicksilver, and Red Number 3.

The Repeat

After months of tension from the Not a Marble fallout, Marble Rally 2019 was finally near when September rolled around. This time, I was present in Knikkegen to officiate the tournament, not to report. I knew I needed a break from that, and as I watched Quicksilver DNF in their practice race, I got a feeling that the athletes did as well.

Waving away press officials after Qualifiers, Quicksilver seemed to enter Race 1 with a renewed mindset, earning a bronze ahead of Red Number 3 in fifth. Phoenix, who remarked in a later interview that they were still “carrying the blame for something they didn’t do”, struggled and DNFed.

As for Red Number 3, they advanced from their fifth place in Race 1 with momentum, bolting out of the starting gate to pass Marbly McMarbleface and Phoenix for the lead. Red secured their race win after navigating through the top split with little contest. Others who took the same route got punished as those in the bottom split surged through, and Phoenix finished eleventh in the race after a great start.

Red Number 3 extends their lead in Race 2 of Marble Rally 2019.
(Photo Credit: JMR)

Aside from a DNF in Race 3, the rest of the season was par for the course. Red Number 3 did not finish lower than eighth throughout the rest of the season, and no one could match their success. 

“Red has built a legacy like few other athletes in marble sports,” noted Cool Moody, a newcomer to the 2019 season. “I mean, look at Race 5! Red finished eight seconds ahead of everyone and set a record. To be the athlete who earned silver in such a historic win for Red is an absolute honor. To roll among giants such as them is a dream come true.”

Red Number 3 became the first repeat champion in JMR history, earning 90 points and two golds in eight races.

Red Number 3 earns their second Marble Rally championship, flanked by past champion Ghost Plasma and future Season 5 champion Superball.
(Photo Credit: JMR)

Ghost Plasma remarked, “I’m a little disappointed, of course, but I’m still thrilled to be back where I was three years ago. I’m at the top of my game again, I’m back on the final podium, and it feels good to be home. And I’m proud of Red, too. Like Dragon’s Egg said: they’re the purest sand racer ever. Truly unparalleled.”

“I haven’t heard from Red in a year…I understand why. This season, I tried my hardest to work on myself as an athlete and set boundaries for myself,” reflected Quicksilver, giving their first public statement since the controversy. “My results were alright, and getting fourth in the last race certainly felt good. But I miss Red. And even if they never want to talk to me again, I want them to know I’m very proud of them.”

The Aftermath

Despite Marble Rally 2019 receiving the highest ratings of any edition of the tournament to date, interest in JMR quickly shifted to the newly announced Marbula One. Marble Rally athletes didn’t seem to mind being out of the spotlight for once, with only local news headlines surfacing that Red Number 3 privately contacted fellow competitors for a get-together at Doornse Gat. Comet, Cool Moody, Dragon’s Egg, Ghost Plasma, Pollo Loco, Red, and Superball reunited the following spring for the first time since the season ended, where they were photographed by Blue Number 2 for upcoming promotional campaigns.

This illustration, adapted from Blue’s photograph, was later used to promote Marble Rally Season 5.
(Art Credit: Betawolfs)

“It was one of the first photos I took of them coming down the hill. Betawolfs illustrated it spectacularly into something I am honored that JMR staff have recognized. It’s about time these athletes receive as much positive recognition as those in the Marble League,” noted Blue Number 2.

We overlooked Numerun Antigua from Red Number 3’s office space in Numerun Nueva. Our 360-degree view allowed us to see Colina Umerun alongside the Rojo Rollers’ Rollerdome and outside the city proper. Demolition crews worked on tearing down the Sauce Boss sports bar to put up a parking lot.

“Red felt guilty over the past year, even though they won. I almost wonder if winning made them feel even worse.” Blue motioned to the Rollerdome. “But they were happy to help the Rojo Rollers train for the Showdown this year.”

Remembering my interview with the Rollers leading up to the Showdown, I flipped to my notes for their exact quote: “‘No matter what we went through in the past, they bring a part of Numerun in the League, and with that, all of Numerun’s history with marble sports. I have so much respect for that, and I wish them the best.’”

Rojo Cuatro training for the 2019 Showdown, with Red Number 3 proudly observing.
(Art Credit: Momoikkai)

“They’re truly selfless,” I remarked.

“Yeah. I’m lucky Red is my sibling.”

I gifted a copy of Betawolfs’ Marble Rally art to Blue as I bid them farewell, asking them to send my best regards to Red. The next day, the two-time champion underwent surgery that allowed them to use a traditional Marble Rally uniform for glass marbles.

“All I want to do is race. Not fend off rumors. Not get chased by the press. Not feel like I’m who I never wanted to be,” Red wrote in an official statement released before they arrived at the hospital. “I just want to make the right choice. And I believe that this is that.”

Red Number 3 recovered slowly but successfully in the coming months. They received well wishes from across Marblearth, from fans who’d newly discovered the Marble Rally to old friends and colleagues from the University of Numerun. Red permitted those closer to them to visit their home in Bifornya, including, to the press’s surprise, Phoenix and Quicksilver.

Meanwhile, the marble sports series sponsored by Jelle’s Marble Runs became more popular than ever. Two Grands Prix of their new circuit-style racing tournament, Marbula One, went viral within two months of a clip from one of JMR’s oldest exhibition races, the Sand Marble Rally 500-Foot Race, which became an overnight sensation when reposted on social media, captivating casual and hardcore fans alike.

The Marbula One and other JMR-adjacent social media accounts celebrated the 500-Foot Race’s virality throughout the night of 15-16 March 2020.

All of this pent-up excitement surrounding the channel led many to wonder who would “tear up the sand” in the next Marble Rally season, especially following news of a private training camp attended by Red. Towards the end of Summer 2020, the marble sports world learned that twenty athletes would be invited to compete in Season 5 and face off in twelve races to determine the next champion.

I took it upon myself to seek out each competitor for a feature on the channel’s blog, which would be my first work on Marble Rally athletes since Not a Marble. To best safeguard against hecklers and impersonators, JMR required me to do a formal identification check before conducting each interview. 

As I arrived in the quaint village of Quixote for one of my final interviews, I immediately recognized the Marble Rally athlete in front of me — whose legacy I was directly responsible for tainting. I awkwardly introduced myself to Quicksilver, watching windmills in the distance unblock the sun and direct its rays squarely into my eyes.

They chuckled beside me. “Here,” Quicksilver said, passing me a pair of Cool Moody shades. “My home isn’t far.”

As we ascended flights of stairs to their home, perched on a cliffside, Quicksilver was candid in their remarks. “It’s frustrating that I can never seem that good, but I don’t hold any of it against Red. We’ve trained together for this season, and there’s no bad blood between us.”

Quicksilver opened their front door, motioning to a frame of a Rollaroid on a nearby table. There, Red Number 3 and Quicksilver were donning sunglasses and smirking, not unlike the uniform of Cool Moody.

Red Number 3 and Quicksilver, after patching up their friendship, enjoy a cool afternoon together.
(Art Credit: Momoikkai)

“The stakes for Marble Rally Season 5 won’t be any lower than past seasons, and I’ll make sure Red knows that. But despite what the media might want marbles to believe about me, we patched things up. Yeah, our friendship isn’t the same, and it never will be. But it’s still ours, and I hope Red treasures it as much as I do.”

I noted that Red Number 3 had declined the interviews for Who’s Tearing Up the Sand, opting to send over a quote from an old interview with the Rojo Rollers instead. Quicksilver shrugged.

“Well, this year has been harder for Red than pretty much any other athlete. No champion’s accomplishments are as widely contested as theirs, or face as many double standards, or as much hate on the Internet,” Quicksilver sighed. “It’s something I regret saying early in my career — when I thought Red seemed almost ‘too’ impressive. It was unhealthy to pedestalize Red for something all of us train really hard for, and it’s something I need to work on.”

The Restart

The competitors who were invited to compete in Season 5 of the Marble Rally…and Roldo in the bottom-right.
(Photo Credit: JMR)

Similar to Marble Rally 2017, Red Number 3’s performances in Season 5 were a mixed bag until Race 5. Coming from 16th in the overall standings, Red took advantage of their top-right position in the starting gate to get into the top 5. After a series of overtakes towards the end of Sector 1, Red was in the top 3 and charged ahead in the top line of a Sector 2 split to take their first lead of the season.

A season-defining moment for the reigning champion.
(Photo Credit: JMR)

Holding the lead going into the final stretch, Lollipop swerved ahead of Red Number 3 to win, blocking one of Red’s advances by bounding off the wall to their right. Red rolled away with a silver, capping off their most competitive race yet with considerable hardware.

“I wouldn’t have been able to win that race if I didn’t use one of Red’s best strategies,” Lollipop admitted. “It was an honor to pass them as I took gold.”

The next race saw Red Number 3 finish eleventh behind the ever-elusive Ghost Marble. That was a traditional sand race, but the next race held at SnowWorld was the Marble Rally’s first on different terrain. Following a series of meet-and-greets at the Marble League Winter Special tournament in the Himarblelayas, Red made their way to SnowWorld to compete.   

“With ice in their veins and ice underneath them, on the track…I can tell you, this place is pretty cool,” began Greg Woods as the athletes settled in the starting lineup. 

Red Number 3 recalled hearing Cool Moody chuckle to themself from the middle of the gate. Barely ten seconds into the race, they had crashed off the course. Under two seconds later, Red took the lead in a risky but stellar overtake against championship leader Ghost Plasma.

Red Number 3 takes the lead in the SNOW.
(Photo Credit: JMR)

“I watched further up the course as Red perfected the overtake I tried to do…I would say they were showing me up if they were any other athlete,” Cool Moody mused. “But it’s Red. They’re just that cool.”

“Once Red got into the lead, I knew they’d win as long as they controlled the rest of their descent down the course,” said Blue Number 2, who attended the SnowWorld races. “I was worried when they were jostling with the slippery twists and turns in the rest of Sector 1, but Red’s slowdown in Sectors 2 and 3 was just what they needed to procure a safe victory.”

Giving just one brief interview after the podium ceremony, Red Number 3 remarked, “When I heard Greg Woods say that I “‘was gonna come across for an easy victory’…I knew that wasn’t true. That was the hardest race of my life.”

Red Number 3 claims the top of the podium for the only time in Season 5.
(Photo Credit: JMR)

After gladly accepting a cup of Minty Hot Chocolate from a group of fans, Red Number 3 waited at the sideline as their friends re-ran the final stretch of the track. Red officially requested to switch the racing order for the eighth race, which was honored and accepted.

“It’s nice that you did that,” said Comet as they ascended the course.

“It’s nice that we’ve been able to race this season. I think everyone deserves enjoyment from that, no matter who wins,” Red Number 3 replied. “After all, it won’t be me this season.”

Comet rolled backward, nearly sliding down the stairs. “You really think that? You’re better than all of us here. In fact, you’re probably the reason we are here.”

Red laughed. “Everything I’ve accomplished does not make me better than all of you. And you know the reason we’re here. It’s you.”

Minutes later, the starting gate lifted, and Red Number 3 careened off the course not even three seconds into the race. Trailing just behind Red before they went out of bounds, Comet darted around Summer Sky to take the lead. With a silver medal draped around themself as Blizzard Blaster celebrated their race win, Comet was beaming with pride.

“Yeah. That felt about as good as I remember.”

Comet celebrates their silver medal with Red Number 3.
(Art Credit: Momoikkai)

As they left SnowWorld and traveled back to Doornse Gat for Race 9, Red Number 3 recalled feeling good about themself. And yet, they had a strange feeling that great emotions among race officials would result in significant changes behind the scenes.

“We received a schedule from the JMR Committee for recording two races at Doornse Gat and the final two at Klimduin Brechtdorp. That had never happened with JMR before. It almost felt as if the two entities were stratifying in the same way that MSPN did,” noted Red in an interview with post-race reporters. “In the Committee’s defense, the scheduling was very efficient. In JMR’s defense, we later learned the Committee had been on strike when they gave us the schedule. In the Committee’s defense, they had every right to go on strike and subsequently disband.”

Red Number 3 barely loses a photo finish to Dragon’s Egg in Race 9.
(Photo Credit: JMR)

A reporter scoffed. “We don’t care about what’s happening with the officials! We just want to see you all race. And it looks like you did a hell of a job with that—what a photo finish you just had!”

“I knew I wouldn’t win the race, not even after the speed boost. I was astounded to get as close as I did to Dragon’s Egg, but there was no chance I’d pass them,” ensured Red Number 3. “My best finishes were when I started at the front corners of the starting gate. Even if I finished lower at the end of this Marble Rally than any other season, I’m proud to take my 91 points, three medals, and seventh overall with pride.”

Regardless, something about the end of Marble Rally Season 5 felt akin to the end of an era. Maybe it was Superball, who secured their first Marble Rally championship and began challenging Red’s reputation as the “greatest of all time.” Maybe it was the emergence of Marbula One, which after two seasons, seemed like the more favored marble racing series offered by Jelle’s Marble Runs. Maybe it was the closing credits, which were the last to acknowledge members of the former JMR Committee for their efforts in assisting the channel. 

Looking back in hindsight, maybe it was because it would be a year and a half until the next season of the Marble Rally.

The Loss

From what I heard of Red’s life between Marble Rally Seasons 5 and 6, they didn’t have many reasons to feel bored. After helping Rojo Uno train for their silver-worthy results in the Marble League 2021 Practice Race, fans wondered if the Rojo Rollers’ Marble League 2021 qualification was the cause of a renewed partnership between the team and Red Number 3. I regrettably couldn’t attend the ensuing press conference as work on Project Marblearth Phase 1 ramped up, but I heard many entertaining stories about the rumors Red had to dispel.

Fan discussion about the next season of the Marble Rally emerged following Marble League 2021, when the future of JMR itself seemed unclear. That changed with the announcement of Marble ManiaX, an extreme marble sports invitational hosted by the Balls of Chaos in Hunluen. As fans debated whether the new series would replace the Marble Rally, each athlete received a free ticket from the Balls of Chaos to view the tournament. Not every athlete accepted, but Red chose to support their professional sports peers and attended alongside Blizzard Blaster, Lollipop, and Pollo Loco.

Marble Rally athletes spot members of Ivy Nation enjoying the first event’s halftime show.
(Photo Credit: JMR) 

“It was nice to have a break from competing,” admitted Red in an interview. “We made a group chat, planned everything out, and stayed in Hunluen for a few months. I’d never done a trip like that, which made it all the more special.”

“And we weren’t worried about when we would compete next either!” added Pollo Loco. “That’s why we planned the Practice Race—although we understand why fans were worried.”

With Marble ManiaX coming to its conclusion, Marble Rally athletes privately began planning their own invitational, a practice round consisting of 2 races at Doornse Gat. Originally envisioned as a Season 5 reunion, neither Cobra nor Blazing Fireball could attend, and none of the remaining Marble Rally athletes felt comfortable volunteering themselves in place of the spot over someone else. The athletes approached Jelle, who randomly selected Grasshopper and Silver Bolt as the final two spots and asked if JMR could officiate and televise the tournament. Of course, the Marble Rally athletes accepted, and fans raved about the return of anything Marble Rally-related in the weeks leading up to the practice round.

“We just want to come together and race,” quipped Red. “If it’s entertaining, cool.”

Things were indeed “cool” in the first race, with Cool Moody piquing Summer Sky for the first race win in their career. Red trailed both athletes for a third-place finish. Combined with their result in the second round, Red finished with an overall bronze after both races.

Silver Bolt, Lollipop, and Red Number 3 atop the podium for the Marble Rally 2022 Practice Round.
(Photo Credit: JMR)

Chuckles underscored the crowd as Red took to their post-press conference podium. “Yeah. That was pretty cool,” they remarked, beaming. “I’m glad we did that. As things change, we can’t take chances like this for granted.”

Things did change over the summer, as Red Number 3 traveled to Numerun to visit their former sports medicine professor, Rollus. Years ago, Red had served as a teaching assistant to Professor Rollus at the University of Numerun, and on one fateful day, came across Parole, a member of the Green Gang whom Rollus treated for a rare illness. Now, Rollus themself had been diagnosed with that same illness, and their prognosis had worsened. Thankfully, Red was able to visit Rollus before their unfortunate passing and, per Rollus’s will, served as the keynote speaker for the professor’s donation of their life savings to the Get Active Now Generation, Parole’s charity.

“This loss cuts deep,” admitted Red, “because I don’t know if I know another professor who’s given more of themselves to their life’s work and still could care so much for their patients and students. Thank you, Rollus. I’ll miss you.”

For the rest of 2022, the media focused on the results of Marbula One Season 3 and the Marble League, while an ardent group of fans persisted in petitioning for the next edition of the Marble Rally. Privately, JMR promised Marble Rally athletes that Season 6 would be the first tournament held in 2023 and would reintroduce Qualifiers to determine the 16 athletes who would compete in either the championship or Showdown leagues. In place of Rastafarian, who retired from the Marble Rally after a career-ending injury, JMR asked for existing athletes to nominate an individual to take their place. Red had met Amethyst, an up-and-coming individual athlete who hoped to compete in the next Marble Rally after giving their speech for GANG. They decided to campaign for Amethyst’s nomination to join the Marble Rally and succeeded.

Amethyst and Red Number 3 reunite in the SAND.
(Art Credit: Momoikkai)

Not only did Amethyst qualify, they won Race 1 of Marble Rally Season 6, becoming the first rookie to win their debut race since Pollo Loco. Red Number 3, also qualifying, trailed the Ghost Marble in their first tournament race since 2021, finishing 14th. It was Red’s worst start to a tournament since their DNF in 2018, but they had won their first championship that year. 

As I watched this season unfold, I found it hard to believe I was witnessing the worst performance by the legend in their career. It was shocking. 

“To see fans, channel officials, media moguls, and marbles around the world spread controversies and conspiracies from years ago is so saddening. It’s just ridiculous,” scoffed Quicksilver in an interview. “Red may have finished last, but they’re still the first athlete I think of when I consider how lucky I am to compete with fellow Marble Rally athletes. Nothing can change that.”

Red Number 3 ended Season 6 in last overall, DNFing in the final race.
(Photo Credit: JMR)

Publicly, Red Number 3 had to pretend like nothing was wrong. Privately, Red Number 3 agonized over what they perceived as something that might ruin their legacy.

“On behalf of Red, I’d like to thank every fan who’s shown their support for us,” noted Blue Number 2 in a public statement from Bifornya. “You don’t always win in sports. Some days you’re successful, and other days you aren’t. Sports aren’t about failure—and neither is Red’s life. Regardless of what happens next, their legend is among the greatest we’ll ever know.”

The Choice

“From a really young age, all I’ve wanted to do was race. As long as I can keep doing that, I’ll be happy.”

Red Number 3 took a sip of cinnamon coffee as I scribbled in my notebook. We were perched atop Colina Umerun, watching construction cranes circle the site of the former Sauce Boss sports bar. After outliving its use as a vacant parking lot, the site was getting redeveloped for an affordable housing complex and tram stop. If you squinted, you could see an upside-down billiards table along the curb, propped up by dedicated fans to mark the spot of the MSPN interviews five years earlier.

I took a deep breath. “I’m glad. I just wish I could say something — anything — to take back what happened to you.”

“You can’t. But we don’t have to dwell on that.”

The wind was surprisingly mild at such a high elevation. Years of studies through the University of Numerun had proved inconclusive in determining why the hill remained so perfect for racing—even with the city expanding throughout millennia. Red joked that they didn’t believe in magic but that “there’s always hope.”

We watched the sky lighten from darkness to a vivid, deep blue. Thin stripes of clouds lightened, reflecting over the glass-clad skyline of Numerun Nueva.

“It’s funny you mentioned that I’m the subject of your final interview. Aren’t there more Marble Rally athletes you have to cover? Who else is ‘tearing up the sand’ next season?”

I chuckled. “Other contributors will be interviewing those athletes. It’s time for them to tell their stories.”

“And what about you?”

I thought I’d be able to string a coherent sentence together after months of knowing this would be the last Project Marblearth feature I intended to work on. But I couldn’t. “You know, for all of the words I’ve written, it’s hard to —”

“You don’t have to,” replied Red. “There will be other words some other day.” 

Silence hung in the air. I exhaled deeply and put down my notepad, adjusting my hat to block the tears welling up in my eyes, and to shield the sun as it peeked over the horizon of a crisp, crimson sky.

“Wanna race?” asked Red. “The view from downhill when the sunrise breaks is…it’s like a phoenix rising from the ashes. A cycle anew. A legend reborn.”

I looked at Red, then at the big picture beyond us: a thin layer of mist clouding the peak of Pico de Manatial, the spire of a concert hall otherwise blocked by a concrete jungle, a jet plane casting its shadow on the adobe preserved below, the gaggle pouring into the streets, eager to start a new day.

“Thanks, but you can go on. I’ll catch up with you soon.”

Red Number 3 and Stynth gaze upon a new horizon.
(Art Credit: Momoikkai)

Credits

  • Writer: Stynth
  • Additional Writing: Betawolfs, BobTheGreat, Hershy926
  • Editors: Edu G.J., Fouc, GhostDM, Millim, Ramen Powder, Smacg13
  • Artists: Betawolfs, Momoikkai
  • Graphic Designers: Betawolfs, Hershy926, Piney (Marble Maker Picrew), Tim Ritz
  • Photographer: Droid
  • Photo Credits: Jelle’s Marble Runs
  • Reference: Not a Marble | A Marblementary
  • Release: 21/06/2024

Out of the Rolling – Event 8: Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Just before the midpoint, too — poor me, Pinky Panther, finally drifting off to sleep after having stumbled out from the dancefloor, thought. I should’ve at least held out to be sixteenth. Oh well.

Though they had fallen asleep in their room, when they awoke they were somewhere dark and formless and unfamiliar. Explosions of liquid colour formed and collapsed and disintegrated endlessly beyond transparent membranes like miniature nebulas, a sight so distracting that they forgot to move or question the nature of their new reality. When they did attempt to move they found themself as clumsy and uncoordinated as a newborn fawn. 

This can’t be Kinikolu, Panther thought, watching a spark of pink light burst out and contract inwards. Unable to move, observation was their only choice. But as they gazed outwards, an orb of dark mass broke from the thin membrane of the world and formed into another marble. Transparent save for their brown and black stripes, they blended easily into the surroundings. 

“You’re avoiding me, aren’t you?” they accused with a voice Panther recognized. “Why?” 

Panther blinked slowly. “Starry…? Well, hello to you too,” they bit back, though it sounded rather more pathetic than it had in their head. Starry — if the marble was Starry, Panther wasn’t sure — simply glared at them. “Um, well, I haven’t been avoiding you, actually. I’ve spent the last fifty-six days around you. And before that —” 

The room itself shook fiercely, and Panther went quiet. 

“But you wish you didn’t have to,” Starry began, voice booming. “Never looking me in the eye, never having a word to say to me, always conveniently with somewhere to be as soon as I’m around. Why is that, Pinky Panther?” 

Panther averted their gaze. “I’ve got nothing against you.” 

“You don’t deny it, do you? That you’re letting your guilt bleed into your work.” 

Panther grimaced. This world was theirs first. They didn’t have to sit around and be lectured. Why couldn’t they move? 

One more stubborn attempt, almost forcing themself forward, and they were in motion. 

Towards the formless distance — away from Starry — was the goal. But when the other marble disappeared from sight, the floor of the world simply…collapsed. Panther fell helplessly into a well of darkness infinitely deep, upon the walls of which were projected the shape of memories long past. Particularly vivid was 2022’s final event; sitting on the podium with Mallard and Ruzzy followed by awkward congratulations with Glimmer and Starry, both visibly crushed. If they were avoiding Starry, it probably began there.

They crashed to the bottom of the well and into the boughs of an awaiting sakura tree that sloughed its blossoms from its branches. Winded but uninjured, Panther watched as the petals reformed into Starry. 

“You know it won’t be that easy,” said Starry, disappointed. 

“For a figment of my imagination, you’re really stubborn,” sighed Panther. More petals scattered earthwards. 

“You feel guilty, don’t you? Beating me made you happy and improved your life, and being near me reminds you of that, so you avoid me. Very petty.” 

“I’m sorry,” pleaded Panther sheepishly. 

“I only ask you to act like an adult. You could have been on last year’s Marble League podium, but that was taken from you by Bumble. It would be childish if they avoided you forever, wouldn’t it?” 

“That’s different,” replied Panther indignantly. 

“How, exactly?” Starry asked. 

Panther went dead silent, thinking, until their answer eventually came. “I didn’t want to hurt you by reminding you that you lost to me — you’re Starry! You’re incredible! Half the time I don’t even know what I’m doing!” 

Starry harrumphed, a deep displeasured noise. “You’re trying to be kind. It’s admirable. But I’ll have you know I’m tough enough to survive seeing your face. And whether you know what you’re doing or don’t, you certainly do very many things well. It would be better for you if you stopped running from that.” 

“…Can I go now?” Panther whined. 

“Fine. But try to remember what I said, won’t you?” 

The tree Panther sat atop shrank into itself; collapsing until it opened a perfectly circular black hole in the fabric of reality, surrounded by a funnel. Dropped from a height onto the event horizon, on instinct, they began to spin, and spin, and spin, until they fell through into a vast emptiness from which they awoke in their bed with a start. 

Even with an early-afternoon flight, Panther arrived at Kinikolu Airport exhausted. After the dream they hadn’t slept a wink, walking through the rest of the day pre-departure in a strange daze. 

Starry was really the last marble they wanted to see in the lobby, but of course, there they were, waiting for the check-in gate to open, seeing everything around them as they always did. Panther swallowed the heaviness in their throat and approached, smiling. 

“It was good to compete against you again,” Panther said. “See you soon?” 

Starry blinked at them in surface-level surprise. Behind their eyes was a knowing darkness, one that Panther could only logically excuse as a mirage summoned by their sleepless mind. A dream, no matter how lucid, is just a dream, nothing more and nothing less

“Of course,” was Starry’s ever-polite reply, “and I’ll be looking forward to it.”

[Art Credit: Harumi]

Credits

Out of the Rolling – Event 7: Food for Thought

“Thank you for waiting!” A waiter said, smiling as they placed a giant platter that resembled a painter’s palette on the table in front of them. “Here’s one Chef’s Palette for the both of you. Please enjoy!”

The food arrived in front of Rojo Uno and Frost who were chatting. They welcomed the food with a sigh of relief and relished in the vibrant sights as it lay before them, wondering if the rumor that Mary from Team Primary had suggested the recipe to the restaurant was true. The food was a sight to behold, as the viands were arranged in colors. Most notably, there was a red soup filled with crushed tomatoes, bell peppers, and kidney beans. A yellow chicken viand with a golden sauce covered the meat, potatoes, and carrots. But above all else, as Rojo Uno remarked in awe, the crown jewel of it must be the oddly colored rice, dyed blue by one of the many flora native to this area.

As Rojo Uno chowed down on the meal, they noticed that Frost looked more down than usual, staring almost beyond the place where Rojo Uno was sitting.

“Are you OK, Frost?” Rojo Uno, suddenly asked Frost, who still looked bereft, lacking any sort of emotion.

After a while, they finally spoke.“Say, Rojo Uno, how do you do it?” 

Rojo Uno frowned, oblivious to any subtext beyond the question. “Do what?” 

“Y’know, just… not having to feel scared all the time, I suppose,” Frost responded sheepishly, looking up with defeat etched across their face.

“Be scared?” Rojo Uno laughed. “There is nothing for me to feel scared or sad about. Sure, we were eliminated from the tournament, and I couldn’t keep up with Momomo, Yellah, Jump, or Bonbon for now, but it’s only a temporary time, y’know.”

“Sure,” Frost took a bite from the red soup, looking sad.

A moment of silence passed, then Frost continued, “It’s just… ever since 2023, I felt like I needed to own up to that mistake of being in 15th. We thought that if we revealed that we were hosting the next Marble League, it would make us feel better, but it only drew the wrath of some fans.” The impact of their words echoed heavily and they took a deep breath, studying Rojo Uno’s face for the reaction.

“I get it,” Rojo Uno spoke in a less carefree tone, grimacing slightly. “Sometimes things just don’t go your way. Trust me, I’ve been through that,” Rojo Uno looked down in a moment of vulnerability as they recalled the bitterness of their qualification struggles, as well as their run in 2021.

“Sometimes life is harsh, we all get the brunt of it. But that makes its rewards all the sweeter. You never know, you could make the best comeback we’ve ever seen!” Rojo Uno smiled.

As Frost listened, their expression began to lighten up. Then, they noticed that both had the same food on their plates. “I guess you snuck one up here,” Frost said rather slyly. “We’re eating the same food, does that mean you finally did our food pact properly?” they added, recalling their first time bonding together after the Legion March Wave.

Rojo Uno gazed down at the plates intently, then laughed.

“I guess I did, huh?”

[Art Credit: Evolution]

Credits

Out of the Rolling – Event 6: Quack Jacks

Just as quickly as it had become a triumph, it had become a tragedy. One week finished in pole position had led to a week struggling to escape the bottom two, and all the work put in to escape had not been able to save Mallard from a DNF and a redemption win from the once-struggling Saucer. 

Perhaps it would be easier to stomach if they hadn’t flown in to congratulate me, thought Mallard. The venue’s windowless designated quiet room was not the best place for Billy and Bombay to end what was intended to be a trip to watch their victory lap; nevertheless, they’d joined them there to comfort them in the aftermath. 

Bombay still had them in a hug, the warm and familiar sort they remembered from childhood. Their composure, shattered from the elimination, had slowly put itself back together there. “Are you feeling any better?” asked Bombay, loosening their grip.

“Better,” Mallard repeated, sniffling. Now they were only grody and headachey from the tears. “I should go and get a drink.” 

“I can get it for you,” offered Billy. 

Mallard got out of their seat and shook their head. “I’m fine, honestly. There’s a vending machine just down the corridor.” 

“If you’re sure,” Billy said, and Mallard was sure, leaving quietly. 

Just the short walk cleared their head some more. It wasn’t the end of the world to earn a middling finish in a new tournament. By the time they reached the vending machine they were almost ready to declare themselves over it all—until they saw Saucer there, and Saucer saw them too. 

The brief eye contact they shared made Saucer freeze, and all of a sudden the air was even heavier than earlier. 

“I’m… sorry,” Saucer began, unsure, after what felt like an hour of silence. “I got lucky.” 

“That win was all you. And if it had been earlier in the week, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation,” Mallard replied. 

Saucer blinked, puzzled yet relieved. 

“Did you think I’d get mad?” Mallard asked, frowning. 

“Well, not mad. But I know you never took your 2019 loss kindly, so forgive me for assuming you’d give me an earful about it all.” 

“Oh, that…” Mallard’s face fell. “I get it. I wasn’t mature enough to accept it back then. Now… even if I’m not happy, I have to take these things with my head held high. That’s reality.” 

“Ah. I’m glad,” replied Saucer.

“You’ve got a second chance, and that’s great,” Mallard smiled wearily. “I’ll be rooting for you, so make the best of it, alright?” 

“Of course,” agreed Saucer, smiling. They turned again to the vending machine. “A drink on me?”

“I’d love that.” 

Meanwhile, in a penthouse bar that overlooked both the shoreline and the bustle of the city below, Ace—who had long since departed the course—sat surrounded by the rest of the Black Jacks as they clinked slim flutes of champagne together. Upon realizing that their reserve’s elimination was likely inevitable, the entire team had also cut their business short elsewhere and flown in to support them. 

Heart, who had brought the fine vintage from home in the first place, relaxed into one of the black leather seats. “So, Ace. Did you have fun?” 

“Oh, definitely,” Ace giggled as they sipped. “This sort of thing should happen more often.” 

“I’m glad. It’s the least we could have done to send you here,” Heart continued. Polite nods and murmurs were shared throughout the rest of the team. “I hope you’re not too upset to have been eliminated.” 

Ace thought on the matter briefly. “Perhaps a little. But I’ve got things to go back to, haven’t I? 52Styles doesn’t run itself.” 

“I should know—I’ve been running it!” laughed Diamond jovially, clinking their glass against Spade’s. “Really, though, I’m honored you’ve trusted it with me. You were doing us proud out there.” 

“Absolutely they were,” professed Spade, “because who else can say they won an event with every single other team competing on equal footing?” 

The nodding agreement between the other team members only grew, peaking with an impromptu exchange of toasts around the table, continuing until everyone had exchanged their congratulations with the team’s junior member. Despite it all, the mood was good. 

“Will you miss it?” asked Club. Nobody spoke until Ace had thought the question through. 

“Sure. I don’t know if I’ll ever do something like it again.” They paused. “I’ll miss Minty Mint and Swax. It was nice to get to spend some real time with them.” 

A somber mood settled briefly over the room, but Heart met it with a fond smile. “That’s the value of great friends, isn’t it? Having people who are worth missing.”

[Art Credit: Steel]

Credits

High Stakes, High Rollers

You see it on every sign and screen at the Kinikolu Resort and Sportsplex: “THE PARTY NEVER ENDS.” Over the past two months, the Marble Survival 100 Tournament host site has lived up to that promise.

Each week, a new obstacle course at the Survival Stadium rises out of a cloud of artificial fog. An athlete from each Marble League team then races day after day to avoid elimination. Those who remain have survived getting battered by rams, smacked four ways by fidget spinners or treated as playthings by the Bell Carousel.

Their reward for this gauntlet will be more than a championship trophy: it will be publicity. Online or on the airwaves, the Elite Eight’s faces are plastered on marketing throughout Marblearth. In the tournament’s first weeks, fans and passersby in Kinikolu could still catch an athlete on the sidewalk or having fun. Now those remaining are hard to access, marbles who seem more like myth on the outside.

As the excitement grows, who is stepping up to the moment while staying true to themselves? The stories over one week, when ten marble survivors turned to eight, tell the tale.

Thunderblog

“I swear I’m accredited,” insisted a marble wearing a Thunderbolts uniform and an old-fashioned journalist’s cap to the security marble at the entrance to the press room. “I’ve just lost my pass; that’s all.” 

It was a plea that fell upon deaf ears. The guardian of all that stood behind them—a hotel convention room where the final ten contestants were taking questions from journalists—remained stone-faced and unyielding.

“Go and find it, then,” was their blunt reply. 

The hat-wearing marble’s heart sank, and their face fell. In a moment of indecision—search their hotel room again or try and bargain further—they were rooted to the spot. At least until Bonbon came up behind the guard, and without thinking they frantically waved them to a stop. 

“Storm?” Bonbon said, pausing in their tracks. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” 

Storm sighed a sigh of relief. Bonbon recognized them! “We last spoke after the Showdown,” they replied, flustered. 

Bonbon smiled. “You should let them in,” they said to the guard, even sharper than the guard had spoken to Storm. The velvet barrier rope fell silently. 

Plenty of other circuit journalists Storm remembered from one place or another sat in the press box, though the Thunderblog reporter was already late and the crowd was thinning. In any case, there was no time to be saying their hellos. 

“Shock is still taking questions, but there’s nobody left for me, so you’re welcome to have a word,” Bonbon continued. “Sorry you couldn’t make it before Mallard got eliminated.” 

“It’s fine.” Storm set up their recording equipment in the designated spot and handed Bonbon a mic. “I won’t keep you long.” 

“I already said, nobody lines up to speak to the Chocolatiers,” laughed Bonbon. “Rolling?” 

“Rolling,” Storm echoed, flicking a switch. “Thunderblog Special Edition, Elite Eight, speaking to Bonbon. You’re currently on the cusp of something exciting; a podium here would be the first podium for the Chocolatiers in a major tournament. Is the pressure getting to you?” 

“Not at all. I don’t think about the overall results or what might happen at the end of this. I think about the next race, that’s all.” 

“So you weren’t worried when it looked like you were at risk in Week 9?” 

“I knew what the numbers meant. But what happens happens—or, to be more precise, if I couldn’t pull it back, I didn’t deserve to go further anyway.” 

Storm nodded. “How are you feeling being alone out here?” 

“I’m used to it; me and Mocha weren’t always traveling together when I was in M1. Uh, but the hosts here in Kinikolu are so gracious, and I’ve got plenty of guidance from Truffle and the rest of the team when I need it.” Then Bonbon paused. “This is strictly off-record, but spending the entire year with the same teammates can really chafe. It’s nice to get some time away.” 

“No judgment here, it’s definitely—” 

“Hey, got a moment for me?” interrupted Shock, tapping Storm on the side.

“Oh, uh, of course!” replied Storm, though their surprise made it come out as a startled yelp. “You were busy, that’s all.” 

“I can always make time for my biggest hater,” laughed Shock. 

Storm did not find it half as funny. “Those things I said about you and dumplings and how bad you are at racing, that was just—” they stammered, but Shock cut them off. 

“Don’t matter anymore. As long as you’re willing to accept how great I am now.” 

“…Well, as long as you’re willing to forgive and forget…” 

“Water under the bridge!” Shock announced, snatching another mic and attracting a frankly embarrassing amount of attention. “Just write me a great puff piece in your Thunder-log.” 

Storm cast a side glance towards Bonbon, whose thin veneer of sympathy barely held back laughter. They were on their own. 

“N-no problem!” 

Value Scale 

In the hotel lobby, Aryp came across Yellah. They were sitting on one of the sofas, staring at the wall, phone on but unused beside them.

“You good?” Aryp asked as they rolled into their line of sight.

Yellah blinked the tiredness from their eyes. “Mhm, thanks. I’m just…”

“…Worried about the race?” Aryp finished.

“Yeah,” Yellah sighed.

“Well… do you want to come paint with me?” Aryp offered. “I was just about to start a new one.”

Yellah smiled. “Sure, why not?”

In Aryp’s room, a tarp splattered with paint laid across the floor, and a roll of canvas was propped against the nightstand. A sheet of said canvas was taped to the wall, already prepped with a layer of muted yellow paint.

“Don’t think about it too much,” Aryp explained as they fished paint and palette trays out of their bag. “Just do what feels right.”

With that, both marbles began to paint. A faint stroke of black spanning the whole canvas started them off. Then another, and another. Using a palette knife, Aryp scooped up some brown paint and pressed it onto the canvas. They raked the backside of the knife over the fresh paint, making it smear. Yellah had their turn with a splotch of white—with a technique akin to an angry cat, they swiped the knife left and right.

“How have you been enjoying the tournament?” Yellah asked, breaking the silence. They added some white along the edge.

“It’s good. I’m just trying to see how far I can get,” Aryp said. They used swift brushstrokes to add more brown. “It’s really beautiful here, too. I’m starting to miss Team Primary a bit, though.” They swished their brush at the top of the canvas, making a trail of white.

“Yeah, I miss Mellow Yellow too,” Yellah said. “But it’s nice to get some time in the spotlight.”

“Yeah, I suppose so,” Aryp murmured.

“You don’t sound so sure,” Yellah said. A swirl of a tiny brush created a black squiggle.

Aryp sighed. “It’s just that I feel like I’m too in the spotlight. It seems like all everyone talks about with Team Primary lately is how I’m so great and everyone else sucks. Or they don’t bring up the others at all—I don’t know which is worse.” In one quick motion, Aryp scraped their palette knife at a diagonal, making a black checkmark. “And I know it’s not everyone saying it—maybe I’m just looking in the wrong places—but whatever it is, it’s annoying.” 

The remnants of black were smeared on another part of the canvas, and a blotch of red was haphazardly thrown beside it. “The only reason I do so well in the first place is because the other members have my back. Because it’s Team Primary!” Another splotch of red slammed into the canvas and screamed across it, the palette knife making a shing sound as it released.

Aryp stopped to catch their breath. They tried to wipe paint off their face, only to smudge it some more. “See, this is how I get my emotions out,” Aryp chuckled.

“I can tell!” Yellah exclaimed. They added a dab of white on top of some of the red. “You know, I never really thought about that stuff before. I guess I’m on the other side of the coin; I blend into Mellow Yellow a bit and part of me has wanted to stand out more. This tournament is good for that. But it’s stressful to be the only marble others see from your team.”

“It is,” Aryp agreed. “But it’s an honor, too.”

Yellah nodded. They rolled away from the painting together and looked at it from afar.

“Do you think we’re done?” Aryp asked.

“I do,” Yellah answered. “It feels right.”

Aryp and Yellah’s painting. [Art Credit: Evolution]

How It’s Made

Some marbles attending Marble Survival 100 are team superfans, like Turbulence from Vellis. A few fans can now make a career as an “influencer” tracking their team, and Turbulence thought the new tournament would grow their following. “I’m so confident the Speeders will win it all,” they had said, “that I’ll report live from Kinikolu over the next 100 days!”

The issue is that Speedy was eliminated halfway through, and to Turbulence’s horror their flight and hotel deal was non-refundable. The fan influencer was spending their idle time doodling next to the Sportsplex, as well as grabbing food left over at all the hotel buffets.

On this day, Turbulence was munching on a slice of cassata cake when someone tapped on their side. It was an orange marble with gray swirls, who said: “Have I seen you before? This food is for tournament staff wrapping up our meeting.”

“Oh… I’m actually part of the medic team,” mumbled Turbulence. “Just wearing my favorite team’s uniform when I’m off work!”

“Uh-huh. If you’d paid attention, you’d see I don’t have a medic’s black stripes. This is an engineers’ meeting, and I’m part of the course traps team.”

It was time for Turbulence to leave their half-eaten cake aside. They started taking notes as the engineer kept going. After a breakdown of how they wound up the clock spring spirals, the engineer mentioned they soldered the Bell Carousel frame back in Week 3. It was then that Turbulence whipped out a sheet of paper from their backpack.

“The Carousel? Are you aware of how bad that contraption’s dimensions are? It was flawed! No marble can dodge it all, even if they race to its side!” 

The engineer glanced at what Turbulence sketched on the sheet, which had many arrows going out of a marble labeled “SPEEDY,” all stopping at a circle with “BELLS” written in the middle. Putting it down, the engineer replied: “Is this a prank? Where’s the secret camera you planted?”

While Turbulence sputtered for a reply, the engineer continued. “I am amazed at how much you missed the point of this tournament. You know, I talk to the medics to track what injuries the traps might cause. But the traps by design aren’t stuff you swerve past…”

The engineer leaned in. “…No matter what entitled fans like you say. Why are you here anyway if the Speeders are already out?”

To that, Turbulence blurted out: “Because I’m stuck here, okay?! I can’t afford a plane ticket back home! And I want to still have a good time without getting a lecture, genius!”

“Tell you what,” said the engineer after a pause. “We’ve been short-staffed all tournament, and we need more marbles for this high-altitude trap in the plans. Do you know how to lift a beam? If you aren’t a total mess at work next week, we can pay you and get you back home.”

Turbulence glanced at their backpack, which had more in it than the engineer would assume: pencil drawings of traps, of architecture, of a career the Speeders fan always dismissed as an idle dream.

“Wow, what are the odds, ” said Turbulence. “You can count on me. And you’ll find I’m more than a construction worker.” 

The Rashmomon Effect

At the midpoint of Week 12, an invite—nobody knew from whom—requesting everyone to gather in the common room for a Non-Descript Card game had reached the remaining ten athletes. Not all had shown up—Rezzy and Aryp were conspicuously absent—and not all stayed past the first few rounds. But it had begun as, and for the most part stayed as, a polite and low-stakes gathering. 

A tinny radio, long forgotten, pumped out smooth jazz in the corner of the room, which darkened as the evening progressed from late -afternoon sun to a few steps below a tropical storm. It had been all but forgotten in the flurry of conversation between the athletes, who came and went as they pleased over the evening. By this point, those in attendance had dwindled to a group of four: Saucer, Shock, Bonbon, and Yellah. 

“Alright,” announced Shock out of nowhere, “we’re settling this.” Used to the lingering silence that had been building in the twilight hour prior, the table’s occupants looked noncommittally towards them. “Who had the worst elimination?” 

The other three exchanged glances between themselves and waited for someone other than themselves to speak first. Eventually, it was Saucer who chimed in. “Well, what’s your criteria for the worst elimination?” 

“I dunno,” Shock mumbled, wishy-washy. “Uh, just figure it out yourself.” 

The ever-scientific Saucer rolled their eyes. Nevertheless, they proffered an answer. “Then I choose Momomo.” 

“Why not Mallard?” Bonbon asked. “Same situation, but mathematically, their elimination chance was lower.” 

Saucer scoffed. “I don’t like what you’re implying—that it’s because that helped me escape elimination. Mallard got caught on their own—Momomo was pushed.” 

“Huh?” Shock chimed in. “I thought that was Momomo pushing Speedy.” 

“Now why would Momomo push Speedy?” Bonbon laughed. 

“Well, why would Speedy push Momomo? It only changed who was going home with them, and if anything, Speedy would have wanted that to be Mandarin,” explained Saucer. 

“Ah-ah,” Bonbon countered, shaking their head, “you’re talking as if Speedy really believed they were going home no matter what. It was probably some sort of harebrained scheme to DNF everyone and save themself.” 

Taken aback, Saucer barked out a laugh. “You can’t be serious. That couldn’t have possibly worked.” 

“True. But take it from someone who’s known them for eight years—you can’t put it past Speedy to have tried it,” replied Bonbon with a smirk. 

Before Saucer could retort with their own argument, Yellah slammed their hand of cards down onto the table, causing everyone else to jolt. “I think it was my turn,” they laughed as the rest stared. “You know, we have their phone numbers. We could call and ask—I’m sure they’ll have nothing but polite and understanding things to say about it.” 

Bonbon and Saucer exchanged a brief, tense glance between each other, then with Shock, and as if they had all silently agreed to leave it all a mystery, looked down towards the table and said nothing further on the matter. 

“Sometimes it’s better not to know the precise answer to everything, isn’t it? That way, nobody goes home resentful,” chuckled Yellah. “Anyway, I think my hand takes yours, Shock, so…” they continued, and Shock groaned as they handed everything over. 

“Says the one who made Mandarin DNF last week just to get one over on them,” mumbled Bonbon to Saucer between the sound of shuffling cards. Saucer responded with a laugh. Yellah, not so much.

“I heard that,” they grumbled.

Fun with cards! [Art Credit: Momoikkai]

Race Day

“Three days remain,” boomed Greg Woods over the speakers. “Three chances for you to lift yourself out of potential elimination.”

Friday’s race was about to begin, and there were racers like Aryp and Saucer who couldn’t stand still behind the starting gate. But there was also Sea looking over to fan sections to their left, Shock glancing at Bonbon’s side and the Fruit Circuit marbles staring daggers at each other.

The starting lineup for Marble Survival 100, Race 82. [Photo Credit: JMR]

Off went each marble as the gate went down, Saucer sprinting out the fastest only to get sideswiped by Slimelime. The usual Limers move, they thought, followed by a deep breath as they saw to the course’s right Swax, of the Bumblebees, cruising past.

Rezzy was catching up on the course when a silver blur caught their sight, followed by Greg Woods: “We had a ball bearing launch into the stands! My goodness!”

The Raspberry Racer could see a few security marbles – and what looked like a Speeders fan – running up to get this ball bearing that crashed into a flight of stairs. But enough spent worrying about the crowd: Rezzy was losing ground, fast.

At the front of the pack was Slimelime, now with a clear view of the Bell Carousel before the finish line. Limelime had watched Speedy rage every time they were stuck in the Carousel, or seen unflappable marbles like Yellah and Mandarin rant about this trap.  This week the organizers had hyped the “Merry-Go-Round” setup: when the Carousel is paired with a ramp bowl, entering the trap on the wrong racing line can get a marble stuck for eternity.

So obviously the Limer flipped the switch. Slimelime went into the act repeating: Winning isn’t about playing nice. Two seconds later, Slimelime crashed into a bell.

It was Bonbon who, with one swerve, sidestepped the carousel and was first to finish. Slimelime spat as they saw the move, then got bounced again by a carousel bell. Up to five marbles at once would get caught up in the Merry-Go-Round, bumping and swiping each other as if this was Funnel Endurance.

Five marbles were bounced around by the Carousel this race. [Photo Credit: JMR]

In the end, Slimelime was fourth out of five to escape the trap. They could see early finishers like Bonbon and Swax were all smiling and congratulating each other. All Slimelime wanted to do instead was fume. Was triggering the Carousel not worth it? Would Marblearth once again call the Limers chokers?

A Greg Woods announcement stopped the spiral: “We’ve actually got three marbles, and the Ghost Marble, caught up in the carousel!” Most racers at the finish line whistled or showed surprise to see Aryp – who dominated the week so far – still unable to escape. But Slimelime smiled when they saw the other two: Mellow Yellow’s Yellah and Rezzy of the Raspberry Racers.

A few minutes later, Race 82 of Marble Survival 100 was in the books. The engineers were arguing with each other over whether the ball bearing could have hit the audience. Aryp was smiling at the fan stands and Sea was sprinting out of view — as they had been.

And even as Rezzy tried to strike conversations with the Fruit Circuit athletes, all curtly refused. Rezzy was almost certain to survive this week, while now every other Fruit Circuit team was close to the chopping block.

Fruit Circuit Staredown

Somewhere in the distance, Aryp was shouting, calling for Yellah. When they found the yellow marble, it turned out that they were in their room, simply contemplating the competition. 

“Yellah, where were you!?” Aryp shouted frantically.

“Huh? Is something wrong?” Yellah asked, snapping out of their pondering.

“Well, a lot! Your Fruit Circuit buddies can’t stop fighting. I’ve gotten Sea to try and calm them down, but it’s clear that you’re needed for this.” Aryp continued.

“But…I don’t know how to handle that. Without Mandarin, they’re going to escalate further, and I don’t think I’d be much of any help,” Yellah replied as they glanced away from Aryp.

“Well, no use avoiding it now. You have to go — it doesn’t look pretty out there,” Aryp said as they gestured at where the fight had started, just around the corner.

From the window, Yellah saw two marbles with strikingly different uniform colors fighting. Yellah could similarly hear shouting originating from those two marbles, but Yellah was concerned that they were very physical. Furthermore, there was a crowd of unrelated marbles watching from a distance.

“You’re right… It looks very ugly out there.” Yellah rushed down to where the two marbles were fighting, Aryp trailing behind.

When they arrived, they heard the rage in the voices of the two rivals.

“Maybe if you weren’t so bull-headed you’d see what I mean!” Slimelime shouted in reply to an earlier comment from Rezzy.

“I’m fairly confident you’re full of it and just want to stay here!” Rezzy angrily retorted back at their rival’s comment.

“Of course I like it here. And me and Mandarin wouldn’t be in elimination danger if you weren’t such a show-off!” Slimelime shouted in rage.

“I’d like to see you try being a show-off, but all I hear is a bunch of cope!” Rezzy mockingly replied.

Suddenly, Slimelime charged up to Rezzy. They missed but were able to graze against their opponent. Rezzy, in response, jumped and hit Slimelime from above. The fight devolved from nonsensical verbal battles to a physical confrontation. Some fans tried discreetly recording Rezzy and Slimelime’s fighting but were blocked by security.

It was from the sight that Yellah found the true gravity of the situation. Not only did it look bad for the Fruit Circuit as a whole, but for themself if they didn’t interfere. And why would they just leave their friends like that?

As Rezzy and Slimelime fought, oblivious to their fellow Fruit Circuit athlete, Yellah heard traces of the conversation. They noticed the name “Mandarin” being tossed around. Hearing their arguments, they finally deduced what the argument was all about.

“So… what’s the problem now?” Bonbon, one of the spectators, few of whom were allowed to look, asked.

“They’re talking about Mandarin,” Yellah replied. “Aryp, come with me, I need to figure out a solution.”

As Yellah and Aryp discreetly rolled away from the scene, Yellah told Aryp, “They’re fighting about Mandarin. Rezzy, more specifically, feels bad for them since one of us three is probably getting the boot. They’re fine with Mandarin and me, but not Slimelime. Naturally, they’d want Slimelime eliminated,” Yellah explained to Aryp. “Slimelime likes Mandarin, but they need them eliminated right now.”

As Aryp finished listening, they suggested, “Maybe tell them your true thoughts.”

Yellah, while initially with indignation, understood what they meant. They took a deep breath, “Okay. I can do it.”

“Hey, you two! Cut it out!” Yellah screamed at the two fighting marbles. “And that goes for all you spectators too!”

“What do you want?” Rezzy, with labored breathing, asked.

“I’m stopping this nonsense,” insisted Yellah, determined to stop their bickering. “For the sake of the Fruit Circuit.”

Late Night Tango

“MEET THE SAUCE BOSS,” announced the digital screen overlooking the Survival Stadium in Kinikolu. Saucer of the Purple Rockets glanced at the new promotion from the tournament organizers; they were starting to market Saucer as Marble Survival 100’s biggest dark horse. 

Not even Greg Woods mentioned the Marble League rookie often early on. Then, in Week 6, Saucer staved off elimination: they ricocheted out of the Crazy Chevron trap to win a Sunday race. A few weeks later, each Saucer podium finish would get random fans yelling “It’s Saucin’ Time!”

Dusk hit and the stands started to fade into shadow, but Saucer felt more energized at night anyway. An unwanted guest, whom Saucer can hear rolling behind them, must think the same. Then a side swipe knocked Saucer out of sorts. Overtaking them was a rival, decked in honey yellow.

“You just insist on sharing the track, don’t you?” said Saucer, coming to a stop. “Swax, do you want to get sauced on?”

The Bumblebee athlete slid to a stop before the Crazy Chevron and turned. Behind Swax, the screen that promoted Saucer shifted to showing the Bumblebee, who had the tagline: “SWAX HAS ALL THE BUZZ.”

“Get those silly jokes out of here,” said Swax. “If you don’t like the competition, you can roll out for the night.” 

Three hours later, even the screens and lights around the Stadium have gone dark. Sitting underneath flood lights around the course, Saucer and Swax were catching their breath. Swax started to slow their breaths, saying: “Think that’s it tonight, Saucer. Good race.”

Saucer, who was halfway toward the track, turned and said: “So I outlasted you tonight, didn’t I? This is who I am until I win this series, so just admit you can’t keep up!”

Swax did not follow them. “Be… serious for a second, Saucer. The odds are 9 out of 10 that you don’t win, so do you want to risk injury here before the big tournaments start? When you talk this way, what are you trying to prove?”

“And what about you, huh? That you’re begging your team to move you out of a reserve?”

“You think you really got me with that, huh? It’s fine that you think you can win it all and be a legend. But sometimes teamwork is about stepping back for my more versatile teammates. I don’t regret choosing to be a reserve. Most of us are not superstars, Saucer. How will you deal with that?”

“Since when did I say I’m a superstar?” mumbled Saucer. “This is how I was in the Stardust Circuit. I had put the pressure on Starry back then, and again during those weeks when we were both here. Too bad they already left Kinikolu.”

“I guess you and Galactic used to race together, right?” said Swax. “And now Galactic seems to have no time for you? Saucer, you can’t have a career where you’re chasing for others’ attention. A champion doesn’t need to pretend they’re anything else.”

Swax leaped up and rolled in Saucer’s direction. “You remind me of how the Herbotamia marbs and us were ten years ago, ambitious athletes like Ace or Minty Fresh. Too bad they’re all gone from here now.”

Swax looked right at Saucer, and Saucer met their gaze. “Well, Swax… maybe we’ll get used to each other.”

Two If By Sea

They called themselves the Tide Pools, four young Oceanics fans who saved up a year to travel to Kinikolu. It was their turn to keep watch at the beach on the Resort’s far end, now that the whole fanbase knew Captain Sea was last spotted outside of the stadium there.

As they trawled through wild ferns, hearing exotic birds chirping around them, the Tide Pools thought back to several days ago. They had stumbled into some O’rangers fans who were tracking Mandarin’s trail around the island. The head of the O’rangers family remained magnetic at a fan meet, but otherwise fans only rarely stumbled upon where they rolled.

While the two teams’s supporters had chatted with each other, they heard two deeper voices not far away:

“You haven’t given up yet… enough with acting all mopey around all of us,” said one voice. “Maybe we won’t see each other again for some time, Sea. But please speak from the heart. What has stirred you this tournament? For whom do you race for?”

“I don’t need to deal with a mind reader too, Mandarin!” hissed the other. “The team is a mess. I don’t talk to this new coach. I’m happy I’m getting some exercise here before I get too old to race. I’m here for myself.”

The fans quickened their pace out of the ferns. “I hope, soon enough, you stop lying to yourself,” said Mandarin. “The O’rangers Nation is what motivates me.” The fans can hear how they were almost there.

“I can’t tell the fans too much and set unrealistic expectations, but I’ll fight to stay in this tournament for them. Don’t be a captain who’s too anxious to promise even a single thing to those who support you–”

The O’ranger’s speech was cut off by shrieks of joy, coming from the O’rangers fans who’ve caught both them and Sea. But, before the Tide Pools could step forward, their beloved Captain had already sprinted and vanished behind the grass.

That was five days ago. For the fifth straight day, the Tide Pools rolled back to this beach hoping for one glimpse of their Captain. No one was at the beach when they rolled in, and they all expected another afternoon with no one in sight.

“Wait, check out those splashes over there!” yelled one Tide Pool. All four fans moved toward those spouts of foam to their right. Their rolling turned to a rush as a blue marble gasped for air and flopped back onto the beach. It was their Captain, so full of confidence that they were trying to swim and conquer their hydrophobia!

Sea’s flopping out of the water, with their fans on the way. [Art Credit: Toffeeshop]

Sea could see the screaming fans coming their way. To their left was the tall grass that had been their escape, but with an uneasy grin the athlete turned the other way.

Quickening their roll toward the fans, Sea remembered those last words from Mandarin while they sprinted out of sight: “Stop hiding from your shadow! Race and win for the marbles you love.”

Guiding Light

With the field of competitors having been whittled down so far, things between Rezzy and Slimelime were becoming claustrophobic. Wherever Rezzy went, Slimelime followed, or at least it certainly felt that way. 

Another argument had left Rezzy in a horrendous mood, storming off into the thick tropical rainforest that encircled urban Kinikolu. They wandered, directionless, until all was birdsong and insect trills and the impenetrable foliage walls surrounding the rough-hewn dirt path, and they were certain that Slimelime hadn’t followed them so far. 

Great, thought Rezzy, when I go back, they’ll be gone. 

Ancient trees surrounded them, so tall that their canopies blotted out much of the sky. They retrieved their phone, only to find it had no signal and no connection. In their anger, they hadn’t kept track of the turns they’d taken. 

I’m not lost, Rezzy thought. But as they retraced what they thought had been their path through the rainforest it grew harder to keep telling themselves that. When they next saw the city’s outline again—at the bottom of a steep slope they had no hope of being able to get down—they had been wandering, without water, for an hour in the midday heat. 

“Crap. If Diego was here, then…” grumbled Rezzy to nobody but themselves. 

Diego was from a tropical island not too different from Kinikolu, and they’d have never gotten lost in a forest like this. But more than that, for 77 days, Rezzy and Diego had been almost inseparable. Their friend since the 2019 Elimination Race, Diego’s presence had made the tension and anxiety of competing and the sometimes yawning periods between races bearable. 

Even as specks on the horizon, Rezzy could pick out everywhere they’d been: The aquarium where they had watched clouds of jellyfish swimming together, the seafront restaurant where they had eaten brunch together every Sunday, the hill where they had watched clouds roll past. But Diego was gone, now, and the rare time they had together was over. No amount of longing could bring them back. 

Resigned to remaining lost in the forest, Rezzy rested against the knotted base of a tree on top of the ridge. They were nearly asleep when they were disturbed by movement coming towards them; emerging from the shadow of the trees was Aryp, who seemed as relieved to see Rezzy as Rezzy was to see Aryp.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere. How did you get so far out?” asked Aryp. 

“I, uh… How did you know I was here?” replied Rezzy, dodging the question. 

“Diego called me. You hadn’t texted back immediately like usual…. so I asked Yellah where you went,” Aryp said, smirking. They passed a bottle of water to Rezzy, who drank greedily from it. “Were you just going to stay out here?” 

“Uh, no way. I have a tournament to win, you know?” they rambled through a mouthful of water. “You remember the way out, yeah?” 

Aryp nodded. “Sure, I know how to mark my trails…. Next time you see Diego, ask for some survivalism lessons, since you seem a little lost without them.” 

“…Yeah, I’ll ask them about that,” Rezzy stammered. 

As Aryp led them back through the forest, they looked at the last few traces of the sky behind them and thought again of Diego, who themself was looking at the same sky no matter how far away they were. 

I’m gonna do it for you, buddy.

[Art Credit: Piney]

Credits

  • Writers: Evolution, Fouc, Millim, Steel
  • Copyeditors/Editors: Evolution, Fouc, Millim, Stynth
  • Artists: Evolution, Piney, Momoikkai, Toffeeshop
  • Photographer: Jelle’s Marble Runs
  • Reference: Marble Survival 100
  • Release: 22/05/2024
  • Special Thanks: Schurgy

Out of the Rolling – Event 5: A Blossoming Smile

“I thought I’d find you here.”

Fenrir looked up to see Sheep rolling cautiously into the room. They looked around at the beautiful foliage and colorful flowers that scattered across the grass. A bright blue sky soared up above them, and the walls were painted with a beautiful background of trees that stretched far beyond the trees within the room itself. Fenrir sat on a small wooden bench, where they had been gazing silently at the closest huddle of flowers.

“Fenrir! Pal! I wanted to check on you!” another voice sang out, and Fenrir blinked again. Disrupting the serenity of the indoor garden was another marble, Sterling. Fenrir frowned at Sheep slightly for bringing another marble to their comfort area, but shrugged and motioned for them to join on the bench.

“I’m fine, just wanted some quiet,” Fenrir said quietly to the two marbles by their side. Sheep smiled sadly and shook their head.

“No you’re not. I can-” Sheep started, but Fenrir growled softly and Sheep fell silent. 

“I’ve told you I’m fine. Now leave me alone.” Fenrir watched Sheep leave the room and then remembered Sterling, who had remained motionless.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” Fenrir apologized quickly, as Sterling gazed at them, still not speaking. Fenrir continued, “It’s really not the end of the world, I don’t care about it. It was bound to happen eventually and I guess…” their voice trailed off and a nearby butterfly caught their eye as a distraction from the awkward silence. This was the quietest Fenrir had ever seen Sterling. They dreaded the moment when Sterling went back to their true nature and started making jokes about the situation. But that moment never came.

“You’re allowed to feel sad. I know I do,” Sterling finally spoke. Fenrir glanced around quickly, taken by surprise.

“You do?” It seemed strange, considering Sterling’s usual jovial personality. They had come to think of Sterling as having a sort of eccentric wisdom, so they were sure Sterling would brush this off their shoulders and barely think about it.

“Of course,” Sterling responded. “You’ve a lot to learn, Fenrir. But nothing is more important than learning about yourself. I used to be highly competitive. Every defeat would destroy me. But you learn to let go of things that hold you back and hold on to things that propel you forwards.”

“So, don’t be sad?” Fenrir sighed, shaking their head once more.

“Sadness can be good, that’s what I’m saying. It means you care. And despite what you say, I know you care very much. And Sheep is right, you’re not fine and that’s okay.”

Fenrir smiled and looked once more at the stunningly green room, nature encapsulated in one small and peaceful place. It seemed so long ago that their fate had been decided, and it was a massive disappointment for a team that felt they had so much to prove with their presence.

“It’s a lovely room, this,” Sterling commented after a long pause, watching a set of daffodils that seemed to sway slightly despite the lack of wind.

“It reminds me of home. That’s why I like to come here. I used to play this game with-” but Fenrir stopped short, glancing nervously up at Sterling. It felt weird talking about childish stuff like this, and Fenrir didn’t want to be judged harshly for it. Sterling, however, was considering the daffodils with a calm smile on their face and merely nodded for Fenrir to continue.

“We used to have races among the flowers. We would dart around and help plant them and keep them watered, taking care of everything outside as far as we could see. There’s nothing like it, dancing around outside with the breeze blowing around you. Like it’s dancing too.” The memories swirled in Fenrir’s mind, when a butterfly landing nearby brought them back to the room.

“I need to find Sheep. Thanks so much for talking to me,” they continued, watching Sterling smile kindly and nod with understanding.

“Just promise me that you won’t beat yourself up over this. You’re a great athlete. I’m disappointed, but I did my very best and no one can take that away from me. And you did too. Just remember that,” Sterling called out as Fenrir began to leave. They made one final turn with a grin and enthusiastic nod, then went darting out of the door and out of sight. 

The closing of the door created a ripple of wind throughout the room and all of the flowers swayed slightly, then settled once more as Sterling let out a sigh.

Art Credit: Momoikkai

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