RetRollSpective – Green Gang

Hello and welcome to another RetRollSpective, where we reflect on the history of marble sports teams that have competed in the tournaments of Jelle’s Marble Runs. This time, we’re going to focus on the Green Gang, a team that competed in both seasons of the Hubelino Tournament. Read on to find out how this team greened the competition!

A fan-made logo for the Green Gang, designed by MightyCucumber.

The Green Gang grew up in the small jungle village of Taygrania. Friends from a young age, Baldie, Bugsy, Parole, and Rattler entertained themselves by playing sports in their free time. The group found themselves enjoying sports more than their classmates, quickly realizing that they wanted to compete in local sports competitions.

“The local competitions were a very important part of our career; not only did they help train us athletically, they also shaped our foundational principles,” revealed Baldie. “As we aged past our local leagues, we learned the importance of being open to accepting help, as well as how to give it. Our equipment was very limited; we often just raced through the jungle to a finishing point, helping us learn how to adapt and make the most of what we had. We also learned the importance of putting in work — if you push yourself to do your best, you can go from a nervous youth with a love for sports to a team known throughout the region. Without those experiences, I don’t think we would be anywhere near the level we reached during our athletic career.”

Once all the team members had graduated, the four moved to Longdan to pursue their sporting careers. Excited by the opportunities of the big city, the group immediately got to work in the local gym. Impressed by their camaraderie, as well as their rainforest origin, the members of the gym gave them the nickname: “The Green Gang.”

In doing research for this RetRollSpective, I spoke to Dragon’s Egg, a Marble Rally competitor who trained at the gym at the same time as the Green Gang.

“If only you could see them training, they were the most dedicated team I’d ever met: they even slept in the gym some nights! This team lives and breathes sports. They’re also just great marbles to be around. If anyone at the gym was struggling, one of the Gang would always be there to give them some words of encouragement to help them on, me included.”

Dragon’s Egg and the Green Gang outside their gym in Longdan. (Photo Credit: Pesky)

After months of work and lots of encouragement from their gym friends, the Green Gang decided to enter the inaugural Ramen Bowl in 2006, debuting in its lower league for teams that were up and coming. With a short eight-event season, the Green Gang earned five golds in an amazing start — in their first competition since moving out of the jungle. Impressed by their unexpected victory, organizers working with the Ramen Bowl offered the Green Gang the chance to compete in the championship league the following year. Astonished, the team knew that they would have to train harder to stand a chance in the top tier.

Before the team knew it, the Ramen Bowl had rolled around again. The team entered a large stadium for the first time and was amazed by the sheer number of fans coming to cheer on their team. 

“Going into the first event, we always knew that it would be a step up, but the atmosphere in the stadium was electric,  like nothing we had felt before!” claimed Bugsy. “After the opening ceremony, I went back into the training room to see the Ramen Runners strategizing. I was starstruck! These were the marbles that I had on my wall as a kid; I couldn’t believe that I was going to compete with them! Nervous, I rolled over to them and introduced myself, and they found it crazy that somebody could idolize them that much. That energy from meeting them led to bronze in our first event. As the rest of the events went by, the Runners showed us the ropes of marble sports competitions. Although we came fifth, we were proud of each other for just getting there.” 

The team continued to develop, collecting more and more prizes, until 2009, when Parole came down with a rare illness. I asked them about this issue:

“One day I was training on the Rolling Machine at the gym when suddenly I felt faint. We had done courses on health and safety in marble sports, so I did everything I was taught to do, but I wasn’t feeling better after a few hours, so I went to the infirmarblery. The doctors there ran some checks and couldn’t diagnose me, so they kept me there to rest up. I don’t know what I would have done without my incredible friends — they came to visit me every day and were so supportive.”

“Finally, a diagnosis came in, and to my dismay, they told me that I wouldn’t be able to participate in the upcoming Ramen Bowl. Honestly, I think I was the most upset among the team; everyone else just wanted me to get better.”

The Green Gang withdrew from competitions for the time being, and decided to visit a known medical professional specializing in research on Parole’s illness: Professor Rollus, located in Numerun. “While visiting the professor, the Green Gang was introduced to one of the Professor’s teaching assistants, Red Number 3.”

“I had seen pictures of them in the Ramen Bowl,” said Red Number 3, “so I recognized who they were. At the time, I had my eyes set on a career in sports medicine, but I couldn’t help but talk to them about how they wanted to race down the historic Colina Umerun. I knew a marble in my university course who worked there, so I managed to get them a reservation to practice. While the rest of the Gang was racing, a still-recovering Parole chatted to me in a nearby coffee shop and we discussed the important role of medics in marble racing. After what seemed like hours of conversation, Parole encouraged me to look into building a career in marble racing. I shrugged it off at the time.” 

“After the rest of the Green Gang returned, I told them about the Surculo League here in Numerun and how I volunteered with the medical team. The team revealed how they felt stuck in Longdan and wanted to travel the world. By then, Professor Rollus had notified the group that they would need to monitor Parole to give them better treatment. The Gang went to their hotel for the night, and the next day, they let me know that they would stay long-term in Numerun.” 

As Parole recovered, the team looked into joining the entry league for Surculo 2010. The team was unsure if Parole would be able to compete, but Professor Rollus assured Parole that they would be ready by the starting date. The Gang prepared for the event and, according to Baldie, “the location change reignited a spark that we hadn’t had since first moving out of the jungle.” With renewed motivation, they finished second overall in what was described by one local newspaper as “the most unexpected finish of the century.” Spurred on by this podium, the Green Gang pledged to fulfill their dream of traveling and learning from competitions across Marblearth.

During their travels, the Green Gang ended up in Knikkegen to observe the KML. Visiting a local art gallery, the Gang started chatting with art connoisseurs Mary and Prim. “Looking back at it now,” said Prim, “It was such a coincidence that we both ended up in the same profession! We got chatting and one thing led to another and we ended up back at mine and Mary’s place. I had a chat with Rattler about art and I agreed to make a logo and design for the team. Even though we don’t see each other often, our two teams have kept in contact ever since. When we first got into marble sports around 2013, the Green Gang came all the way to Knikkegen just to help us train for a few weeks!”

Rattler and Prim collaborate on a logo concept for the Green Gang. (Art Credit: Thinkdoodler)

We found this extract from Rattler’s travel diary after their time in Knikkegen:

Bug Circuit:

It was great to see a brand new competition have its first season! All the marbles there were very enthusiastic and there were even some rivalries forming! The area around where we were staying was beautiful; I went on a few walks there and on one of them, I met a Bug Circuit competitor Vespa (Note to self: Send Vespa our balancing tips).

Fruit Circuit:

From one circuit to another, we were very excited to visit the Fruit Circuit, so we booked a few weeks! I had heard of Greg Woods through their reputation, so I went to try and find them. They were friendly and welcoming, and although it was too late for us to compete, Woods asked if we could train some newcomers. The new team that we were assigned to train was called the Raspberry Racers, whose name I love! The team and I had a blast working with the Racers and I hope that we get to see each other soon, maybe even compete together one day?

Herbotamia Tournament:

Another fairly new tournament. It was a great experience, even if we didn’t compete. I liked the style of the tournament there, and the teams seemed nice too. The Black Jacks got the gold, and the Minty Maniacs got second – there was just one point between them. Team Phoenix got bronze, above the Golden Wisps and the Ruby Rollers. We met lots of nice marbles, I think Parole is still in touch with Minty Drizzel. This touring thing has been a lot of fun, but I’m honestly quite exhausted!

“By around the third year of traveling, all of the team was in agreement that the “on-the-road” lifestyle was wearing them down” acknowledged Baldie, “so it was a blessing when the Ramen Bowl sent us an invitation for 2013. We were looking forward to going back home until we realized that we had nowhere to stay! I contacted the Ramen Bowl managers to tell them the bad news, but they came back to me with an offer. A newer team who had caught the eye of the Ramen Bowl, Team Momo, had also been seeking accommodation. We contacted Mo and they told us about this great apartment they had looked at, but couldn’t afford. We decided to move in together.”

“What I found incredible about the Green Gang was how they never got tired of sports; they dedicated their lives to it and never looked back, even when it was looking bad for them,” Momomomo revealed. “Even though we were competing against each other, our bond grew throughout the years, and we even won back and forth with them: we won in 2013, then they won in 2014! When we won our second Golden Noodle in 2015, the Marble League was announced and there was a transfer spot for our team. While we were excited, we hoped the Green Gang would get a similar opportunity.”

“During my time in Marble League 2016,” continued Momomomo, “I heard about Jelle running the Hubelino Tournament – I knew this was exactly what the Green Gang needed. I told the Gang and asked Jelle if they could compete, and they were invited to compete in Hubelino 2016.”

The logo for Season 1 of the Hubelino Tournament. (Design Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

The Green Gang went into the inaugural Hubelino Tournament hopeful for a win due to their experience. However, it came as a shock to all their fans when they started the season with a sixth and a seventh. 

“The first two events were harder than we thought they would be,” admitted Parole. “With a tie for last place, we weren’t where we hoped we would be. We went into the Halfpipe Crash hopeful for a good result, so we were full of energy going against the Ruby Rollers in Round 1. Just when we thought all was lost, Rattler managed to roll onto a 10, earning us a spot to advance. With that surprise win, we came up with a strategy: three of us would help one of us roll onto a high score, even if it meant that three of us got zero. Luckily for us, it worked, with Baldie getting a massive nine points! We managed to get our first gold of the tournament.”

The Green Gang pulled off an upset victory in Halfpipe Crash, earning their first gold in the Hubelino Tournament. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

“The Elimination Maze was by far the most terrifying,” explained Rattler. “The fact that you could get stuck on almost any part of the course meant that you had to pay attention to everything. I certainly don’t blame Baldie for the seventh place because I would have gotten last.”

“Next up was the Quartet Jump, which was quite similar to the Halfpipe Crash, so we were fairly confident. There was, however, a moment when Parole and I crashed into a tower at the same time and it half came off its stand! I looked at Parole and we both rolled back as quickly as we could, but somehow we clinched bronze in the event. While not that notable, the Pursuit Slalom is my favorite. For me, it is such a graceful race, and relies on our strength: teamwork. That’s how we got our second consecutive bronze.”

A much-needed result that vaulted the Green Gang into a potential tiebreaker. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

“We used our teamwork and stamina to grab a third consecutive bronze,” continued Bugsy, “but somehow we remained in fifth place! The Combination Race, which we thought was the final event, was a miracle. I was consistently around fifth place, but in the final maze stretch, I took a straight line and glided past into first place. We were all tense about the overall scores, so you can imagine our confusion when we ended up with a tie due to the double points awarded. While we expected a tiebreaker event to be held, we were surprised when Jelle decided to add a further four events to the tournament – and we were ecstatic to continue the competition.

Because of my performance in Combination, the Gang chose me to represent them in Halfpipe Dash. I love this event; it just feels like a rollercoaster! I got an easy victory in the first round, but in the final round, it felt like I would just miss out on the podium. However, I sped down two halfpipes into first place, mirroring my finish in Combination. After two golds in a row, we were at the top of the standings overall, and now we just needed to stay there.”

The Halfpipe Crash gave the Green Gang a taste of first in the stands for the first time. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

“I was first in the Relay Race, so I felt a lot of pressure!” admitted Baldie. “I thought I had a good start, but sadly it was not enough and we landed a disappointing three points in the event. I know that we should have been optimistic about possibly finishing second overall, but it was hard to lose a lead in a tournament after we just got it.”

The Green Gang watched Marble League 2017 along with the other Hubelino teams. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

“We went on summer break, and as we were watching Marble League 2017’s Fidget Spinner Collision, we saw Momomomo’s horrible accident,” said Rattler, sounding distressed. “We rushed to the hospital as soon as we could. It was difficult to see such a good friend get hurt, so I stepped outside for a bit. It was there that I bumped into Team Primary, who were currently in first overall.”

“They said that they wanted to see Momomomo, but didn’t want to intrude. I told them to come in, and they got chatting with Team Momo and all three teams left to get coffee. However, I remember Parole staying with Momomomo in the hospital — they were reminded of their illness and couldn’t leave Momomomo alone. I talked about our Hubelino performance with Prim and Mo, and I think they helped to give me the motivation to put in the effort and have hope for the final two events.”

Wanting to stay near Momomomo, all 13 members of the three teams decided to stay in a hotel next to the hospital. The remaining members of Team Momo approached Parole with an offer to substitute for Momomomo while they were in the hospital, but it would have meant reducing the time spent training for the Hubelino Tournament. While Parole would have loved to join forces with their old friends, they couldn’t abandon their beloved team. They suggested that they wait a bit and find another athlete to join forces with.

“Finally, as October rolled around, we had to get back for the end of Hubelino. I remember Block Pushing very clearly, it was probably our last chance to make a bid for the championship,” recalled Parole. “In our first round, we just managed to beat the Minty Maniacs by one-tenth of a block. We then lost out in the semi-finals by a massive margin, but Parole reminded us that not all was lost, we could still do well. And with that pep talk, we once again managed to win by one-tenth of a block, securing a bronze medal and first place overall. 

By the final event, Ball Battle, there were only really two teams in contention for first place. We weren’t in the same group as the Rollers, so potentially the whole championship was in the hands of other teams. Luckily for us, the Ruby Rollers came last in their group with just one point. With the Wisps also not advancing, we later won the event and the championship! We were ecstatic! We had won competitions before, but this one just felt different.

The Green Gang won Season 1 of the Hubelino Tournament with 98 points and eight medals earned in twelve events. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

As soon as we had finished the official celebration, we knew we had to celebrate the most important people there: the tournament crew. The team behind the Hubelino Tournament was small and we had gotten to know them quite well throughout the tournament, especially as they were the only audience in the stadium. As a thank you for their hard work, we invited all of the crew members to our celebration party in Taygrania. Getting to speak to the camera marbles, the medics, the stewards, the caterers, it was amazing to hear how sports had impacted their lives for the better, even when it wasn’t through competing.”

During the celebrations, Greg Woods approached the team with an offer. Greg was impressed by the Gang’s success and wondered if they could help a new team as part of a mentoring initiative. With an absence of competitions, the Green Gang accepted and headed to Knikkegen to meet their team. When they arrived, the Gang were met by another green team: the Noxious Ivy. The teams started chatting and the Noxious Ivy caught the Gang up on their history.

 “We took a liking to them very quickly,” Baldie described. “They reminded us of what we were like in our early days.”

“We traveled all around the Marblearth, starting at Knikkegen.” said Ivy. “The Gang told us lots of their secret training regimens and top tips for certain events. We gladly started training more. While we were with the Gang, they got an offer to temporarily merge with Team Momo, but they decided to complete the tour with us which was such an honor.

After that, we visited many more places in Marblearth — including the Green Gang’s favorite city, Numerun. As a special surprise, Parole got us tickets for the final two events of the 2018 Marble League! We went up to the Arctic Circle to see Ice Hockey. I was cheering for Team Momary, so I was on the edge of my seat when they got a transfer spot through one goal. Sadly they lost out to the Wisps, but now I can appreciate how hard it was for them to get that far! 

Team Momary faces off against the Midnight Wisps in the Ice Hockey quarterfinals. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

We traveled with the competitors to the Bakker Bowl for the final event,” Ivy continued, “as the Gang was friends with many of the teams. Seeing the Green Gang talk to so many marbles helped me to realize what made this team special: they didn’t just race to win, they always made bonds and grew as marbles as well. I think that lesson helped us get invited to Marble ManiaX, as we already knew so many of the teams.

With five months left on our mentoring program, the Green Gang had an idea. They thought it would be good for us to join their tour, maybe even compete in some events. We went to many of the tournaments that I had dreamed of growing up, but by far my favorite thing was when we got to compete in a showcase event at the MFC Championship League – an obstacle course made up of different elements and finishing with a massive dive.” 

Parole resumed, “I was visiting the Colina Umerun a few days before the Surculo when I felt some pains in my left side. I immediately knew what had happened: my illness had resurfaced. I got off the course as soon as I could and called an ambulance. I had to stay in the hospital longer this time, but the Gang stayed with me. I was still sad that we couldn’t compete in one of the tournaments that shaped our successes. 

I was having regular check-ups with Professor Rollus, and they told me that there was good news and bad news. The good news was that I could go home, but I would need to have someone with me at all times to make sure I was OK, and I also couldn’t do any physical activities for the next month. By this time, the Noxious Ivy had decided to do some more specialist training with some other teams in Hunluen, so the only marbles to look after me were my team. I insisted that they find someone else so that they could train, but they decided to stay with me.

The logo for Season 2 of the Hubelino Tournament. (Design Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

Although I had recovered by the start of the Hubelino Tournament, we hadn’t had much time to train so we knew that this season would be very different from the previous one. We had no time to prepare for the Swing Wave, finishing last after losing every heat. Even though we were expecting that, it still hurt.”

“The next event was the Catwalk,” Bugsy added, “which required a lot of coordination and strategy, which we also hadn’t been able to practice. We managed a fifth-place finish as the only non-advancing team with a win.

The next event was the Funnel Race, which was always Parole’s event. I reluctantly offered myself to go in, knowing my inexperience in that area of racing. The first time around, five marbles all got stuck in the top funnel, but I got through. The race was aborted, which was annoying as I was on a path to earning a medal. 

The stoppage in the Funnel Race that caused the race to be restarted. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

The second time around, I got off to an alright start, but my stamina couldn’t hold and I was soon by myself in the final funnel. A tactical bump from Gorby sealed my fate: and trust me, two out of three finishes in last was not where we wanted to be at this stage in the tournament.

Despite my performance in the last event, I was chosen for the Halfpipes too. It wasn’t that I did badly, it was just how close I came to doing well. In the first race, I had a good lead going into the final halfpipe and was about a second from winning when Bumble came out of nowhere and shoved me aside, relegating me to the race-off with the Black Jacks. There, I had a nearly two-halfpipe lead. When I got into the final halfpipe, I got stuck momentarily in a gap between the track and the halfpipe. Spade then pushed me up the ramp again and slid through to the transfer spot – that still bothers me to this day.”

“The fifth event was Block Bumping, and we were up first,” said Baldie, taking over the story. “We went into the event with a strategy to get the blocks onto the board, but then to push them up further and to the side when we went up ourselves. However, it only worked for three blocks. With a zero pointer and just one block past the five mark, we got last again. Going into the Relay Race, we knew that we had to be in the top two to even have a chance at an overall win. In our first race, it was a nail-biting finish, but ultimately the Bumblebees won by one-hundredth of a second. While we admit that the Minties’ comeback in the final race made the Relay a great event, it spelt doom for us.

The Green Gang lost out by one-hundredth of a second in their heat. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

The penultimate event was the Maze, but it was more like an elimination race! In the first race, I took some shortcuts and got down in second place, but that didn’t matter, it was just about not getting last. We were doing OK in the next round, but then a chain of four marbles bunched up with me to get us stuck momentarily. Then, Gonzo hit Goldby, bumping me up a curve and back down to dislodge all the others. Sadly, because I put all my energy into the impact, I couldn’t dislodge myself and we were eliminated second to last. By that point, we could only move up to seventh from eighth, so we decided that we would just enjoy the end of the tournament as best we could.”

“At this point,” Parole added, “I was healthy, and as I had lots of missed opportunities earlier in the tournament, the Gang let me do the last race: the Big Tower. This, in my opinion, is the best marble racing event ever, for racers and viewers. Sadly, I only got the opportunity to do it once, but it was the highlight of all of the Hubelino Tournaments for me, even if we lost. Despite losing, the one thing that I remember distinctly was when Baloo and I were in a funnel together and I managed to shove them through, helping them to win the qualifiers and contribute to their top four overall. 

We finished at the bottom of the victory steps. Despite our losses, my highlight of the tournament was seeing all of the Hubelino Tournament team again. So many of them had sent me cards while I was in hospital, they were always on hand whenever I needed anything. I can’t thank them enough for all of their kindness.”

The Green Gang finished last in Season 2 of the Hubelino Tournament with sixteen points. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

After this loss, the team decided to continue their tour of Marblearth, ending up in Draklin. Tired out, they chose to just watch the competition going on in the Joshdon Stadium. Impressed by the Ducks’ performance and creativity in creating the tournament, the Gang arranged to meet up with them the next day. 

However, that night there was an announcement that the Hubelino Tournament had been canceled. The Green Gang were devastated, and they wanted to meet with the other teams to say goodbye, but they could only get tickets back for the following week. Dismayed by this news, the Gang turned up to their meeting with the Ducks with sullen faces. Mallard sympathized with them—many of the smaller tournaments they loved had shut down as the Marble League grew in popularity. 

“As we left the meeting, Parole asked us why we had decided to meet the Ducks,” Rattler revealed. “We all agreed we saw a lot of ourselves in the Ducks and wanted to help them succeed and flourish. This is when we had the realization: as much as we loved marble sports and competition, our traveling career had never been defined and fulfilled by our wins and competitions but by those we got to meet and help along the way.”

 “We came to a collective agreement that to make a real difference in the lives of marbles across Marblearth, we should focus on the part that has driven us all along, which is why we retired from marble sports and went full-time into coaching and mentoring. We all had our own areas we had our hearts set on so we went our separate ways, but we would regularly meet up to catch up and share stories of how we were changing lives in our chosen context.”

The Green Gang wishes the Green Ducks good luck in Marble League 2019. (Photo Credit: Stynth)

Over a year later, in 2020, a letter arrived at each of the Green Gang’s doors – it was an invite to the Herbotamia Tournament Reunion. Without hesitation, all of the team accepted. Before they went, each athlete provided a short statement about how their lives had changed since Hubelino 2018.

“Since 2018, I think all of our lives have changed beyond anything we could have imagined back then. I started to coach some teams, but it never felt like my ultimate calling. I think that there was a day, maybe a couple of weeks ago, that I realized I owed a lot to my friends and the hometown that had our backs at all times. So after the Reunion, I decided to move back to my hometown, Taygrania. I am settling back in and am currently exploring how I can best serve my community and see others get the opportunities the marbles of Taygrania gave to me.”

~Parole

“Similar to Parole, I didn’t feel that full-time mentoring worked for me, but I knew that I still wanted to be part of the marble sports world. Thinking back on it, I don’t know how I didn’t get this idea sooner! I was going to make my tournament for beginner marbles looking to get into racing: the Taigra Tournament, after my hometown. The tournaments usually last around a week, and we often get some friends to come in and help—just last summer Vespa dropped by for a few days. While it may not be a professional sports league, I still keep in contact with the Hubelino teams. I also often help send my best youth teams to big tournaments around the world.”

~Bugsy

“My life hasn’t changed much since 2018. I still travel around Marblearth with some teams that are still in the race, like Team Momo. While I don’t formally compete, I train often and have friendly competitions with other marbles. I think that for me, the best thing was to continue with the lifestyle that I was used to, just without the pressure of competition.”

~Baldie

“The coaching lifestyle fit me more than the rest of my team, so I continued to go around, helping out. Then the Noxious Ivy reached out to ask if I could be their coach. I was excited and I said yes immediately! It was worth it, as I feel like I am making a difference by coaching another team. Our lives have changed dramatically, some may even say improved since we retired. But don’t let that fool you, we’re here to win this Reunion.”

~Rattler
Athletes reunite in Herbotamia in the summer of 2020 for the Reunion. (Photo Credit: NordiqueWhaler)

We couldn’t get any more information about the results of the Hebotamia Reunion as it was conducted behind closed doors and the marbles in attendance signed a non-disclosure agreement.

A few days after the Reunion, Parole had a resurgence of their illness and was taken to the hospital, where they stayed for a couple of weeks. Speaking at a charity conference after their discharge, Parole gave this statement:

“Those few weeks in the hospital were some of the most important in my life. All around me, I saw marbles whose lives had been put on hold by illness and disability. These were marbles who had dreams, aspirations, and potential. Yet so many marbles deny them these simple things because of their conditions. It was then that I knew I needed to help them. So when I got out of the hospital, I set about making a charity, an organization based in Taygrania to help those in need get the support they need, and give them the opportunity to get into sports. And now, two years later, my dreams have been realized with the formation of the Get Active Now Generation, or GANG for short.

In the last few years GANG has been able to set up offices on every continent of Marblearth, helping fund competitions so that marbles of all backgrounds can come together through sport, especially those with long-term illness or disabilities. We also are working to support all of the industries that help marble sports run, from camera marbles to medics, all play important roles and are vital for the sporting world. We believe sport can help heal individuals and communities and so we want all marbles everywhere to have the opportunity to compete. We work with those in the most rural communities who have few resources and opportunities, to the best Marble Rally athletes. Just recently the rolling stone that is Bugsy pointed us in the direction of an up-and-coming rally racer named Amethyst who was facing some setbacks. GANG has managed to fund their training and has put them on the Young Ambassadors Program, a program aimed at future leaders in the sporting world to help them train and develop while promoting marble sports locally and across Marblearth. I have a feeling Amethyst will go on to do great things.

The former Green Gang meets with members of the GANG’s Young Ambassadors Program, including aspiring rally racer Amethyst. (Photo Credit: Pesky)

All of our clubs also have a foundational principle of service: to truly be the best you must look beyond yourself to others. And so we also help the sports clubs serve their local communities in whatever context they are in, whether that be through building work, conservation projects, food drives, whatever their communities need.”

In RetRollSpective, the Green Gang was a team that traveled throughout Marblearth, meeting others and competing in lots of tournaments during the start of the marble sports era. They learned from the best and trained others to be the best, all while striving to improve themselves. They experienced the bottom and top of the standings, but every time they’ve kept on going. Although the team has dissolved, their experiences as the Green Gang have shaped all of its members’ lives forever. Best of luck in the near future, keep on rolling!

“True fulfillment comes through helping those around you.”

~Parole, 2020

Credits

  • Writers: Pastelle, Smacg13
  • Editors: Edu G. J., Ramen Powder, Stynth
  • Artist: Thinkdoodler
  • Graphic Designers: Jelle’s Marble Runs, MightyCucumber
  • Photographers: Jelle’s Marble Runs, NordiqueWhaler, Pesky, Stynth
  • Release: 13/09/2023

RetRollSpective – Black Jacks

Hello and welcome to another RetRollSpective, where we reflect on the history of marble sports teams that have competed in the tournaments of Jelle’s Marble Runs. This time, we’re going to focus on the Black Jacks, a team that debuted in the Hubelino Tournament and returned from a hiatus to compete in the Marble League 2022 Showdown. Read on to find out how this team is suited for victory!

The official logo for the Black Jacks, designed by Tim Ritz.

The Black Jacks originate from Las Veglass, far from where they would compete for most of their career. All four team members, Club, Diamond, Heart, and Spade, rose to prominence in the region, not for marble sports but for professional card games, specifically blackjack. 

The four became some of the more prominent blackjack players on Marblearth, and they toured the globe competing in different tournaments. In particular, they spent much of their time in Buzznya, where the four players first bonded over a high-stakes game and a lengthy sightseeing trip. But by the time 2009 came around, they had begun to lose a bit of love for the game, as they believed it had become unenjoyable and were tired of traveling the world for these competitions.

A growing desire to leave the sport had started to affect the team. Spade was on a streak of bad luck, and their poor results were noticed by others, creating stress that they had never faced. They all started to grow interests in other things, among them marble sports.

“2009 was a difficult year for me, between a burnout from all the tournaments and my results becoming more inconsistent than they had been in previous years,” stated Club. “I had thought about it a lot, and I decided to announce my retirement in Herbotamia, after the final tournament of the year. I decided the first marble to tell my plan would be Diamond.”

Club decided to take Diamond on a roll through the streets of Chlorotopia to tell of their plan. As they were rolling, the pair noticed a crowd of marbles gathered around the side of a bridge overlooking a creek. Club and Diamond pushed their way to the front of the group to see what was happening. They noticed a mint green marble and a golden marble racing down the stream. The mint green marble held the lead; the golden marble tried to make a pass but was blocked, and the green marble was the first to pass under the bridge.

The original Herbotamia Two compete in a 2009 water race. (Photo Credit: Pesky)

“I still don’t know how to describe it,” commented Club. “But something just immediately clicked for me. This competition, whatever it was, just seemed so interesting and exciting. I had never pondered marble racing through the water or being able to watch it from a bridge. It was an amazing concept.” 

After the race, Diamond rolled back to the hotel to get Heart, thinking they would appreciate this competition. While they were gone, Club stayed at the creek – and learned more about what was happening. They heard two names: the Minty Maniacs and Golden Wisps. As Club learned, the two marbles racing were Minty Flav and Willo, and the bridge they were standing on was the finish line of this race, the first of four.

Diamond would return with Heart to catch the end of the second race, with Spade also tagging along. In Race 2, Spirit beat Minty Swirl by a sizable margin. In Race 3, Minty Drizzel held on to win over Pixie, and in Race 4, Minty Fresh pulled off a last-second pass to win over Fairy by five-thousandths of a second.

The members were all highly intrigued by what they just witnessed, and Club was the first to approach the two teams about future events and what they were doing in general. 

“I remember thinking – if we all stopped wasting so much time at the card tables and focused our efforts on this, we could be just as good or even better than these guys,” Club recalled. “The level of competition, even between two teams racing in a Herbotamia creek, was a sight to behold.”

The Golden Wisps and Minty Maniacs never intended to reveal their competitions to the public, but usually, the marbles who watched their events were just casual passersby. Nobody was more interested in this event than Club, Diamond, Heart, and Spade, so the two teams promised to keep in contact with them.

One month later, they were back in Herbotamia and witnessed another event between the Maniacs and the Wisps. From then on, they decided they wanted to participate in the events, so they started training. After the event, the Minty Maniacs and Golden Wisps revealed that they were considering letting an additional team compete in their events. They decided that Club, Diamond, Heart, and Spade could join if they wanted to. The four accepted and agreed to take on the name “Black Jacks” for their marble sports team.

With the arrival of the Black Jacks, the series of turf tournaments would now have cumulative points standings for the first time. Unsurprisingly, the Black Jacks didn’t do great in their first year, finishing last of the three teams, as the Minty Maniacs won convincingly and the Golden Wisps finished in second. The Black Jacks did have some success – as they won the Pursuit Slalom, an event where marbles would sidewind their way through rows of mint plants. Given the team had the home-field advantage and past success in 2009, the Minty Maniacs were clear favorites for the events, but the Black Jacks bested them by a noticeable margin.

The Black Jacks and the Golden Wisps celebrate after a fun 2010 season.
(Photo Credit: Vector)

“I look back at that Pursuit Slalom as one of the most important moments for our team,” stated Heart, beginning to stand out as the best athlete. “We knew we weren’t the best, but this event proved to us we were certainly capable athletes, and we had so much potential to catch up to the Minties and Wisps.”

Before 2011 kicked off, Minty Flav mentioned they had found a potential new team in a street race, who called themselves Team Phoenix. The Black Jacks were on board with another team joining because they figured they would fit in with another new team. Though they only captured one gold in 2010, the Black Jacks went into 2011 with hope and confidence, and their hope was rewarded immediately with a first-place finish in Event 1, the Block Push. They couldn’t keep up the momentum as they quickly fell behind the Minty Maniacs, but they fought the Golden Wisps in a close battle for second. The Golden Wisps held the position by two points going into the final event, the Halfpipe Dash, but the Black Jacks were able to win gold and snatch second overall thanks to a big final push from Heart.

In 2012, the tournament rebranded into the Herbotamia Tournament under the guidance of the Herbotamia Recreational and Sports Club (HRSC for short).

The original logo for the Herbotamia Tournament. (Design Credit: Stynth)

“The support that the HRSC gave us had its pros and cons,” Club stated, during an interview in a 2020 documentary on the original Herbotamia Tournament. “We were given the necessities of major tournaments, like courts, locker rooms, and proper equipment, but spectator access was still as limited as it was back in 2010. I mean, the HRSC budget wasn’t nearly enough to sustain the tournament for its duration. But thankfully, our past career was also in a professional sport, so we had the most money to offer. More often than not, we had to fill the gaps in the budget.”

2012 would see the first season as a professional tournament, along with the debut of the Ruby Rollers. The Black Jacks had improved over their first two seasons, but the brilliance of the Minty Maniacs looked difficult to challenge. Even so, the Black Jacks were confident in their abilities. 

In the first event, the Minty Maniacs edged out the Black Jacks in the Catwalk by just one point. The following event saw a disappointing fourth in the Halfpipe Dash, but they managed to win Event 3, the Relay Race. Quartet Jump saw a second-place finish, and with the Minty Maniacs finishing last in the event – the Black Jacks had an outside chance at winning the tournament, with it being more likely for Team Phoenix to steal the crown. However, as the Herbotamia Tournament returned to the event where the Black Jacks had gotten their first victory, Pursuit Slalom, the team won it again. The tournament came down to Minty Maniacs and Black Jacks in the final event, the Maze.

In the most important event of their career thus far, the Black Jacks selected Heart to compete in Maze. It almost ended in disaster on the first run, but Heart stayed just ahead of the Golden Wisps, who got eliminated. Minty Flav got eliminated on the second run, elating Heart and their team. Run 3 saw a win for Heart as the Ruby Rollers followed suit. Heart needed to finish first in the event for the Black Jacks to win the tournament, and all that stood in their way was Nixy of Team Phoenix. Despite the pressure, Heart managed to roll to a win and an unlikely championship victory.

The Black Jacks celebrate their Herbotamia championship. (Photo Credit: Pesky)

“Of course, we were overjoyed,” said Heart. “But we were also fulfilled, knowing for sure that we were as competitive as the Minty Maniacs, Golden Wisps, and the other teams, even if we weren’t as experienced as them. For us especially, there was so much to look forward to in the future.”

Despite the Black Jacks’ insistence that 2012 wasn’t a coincidence, they couldn’t keep up their stunning form. They ended up finishing the season without an event win for the first time, though they did manage to beat Team Phoenix in the standings. 

During the midseason break of 2013, a reporter contacted the tournament, asking permission to show clips from the league for a TV featurette. But the teams weren’t keen on the idea.

“When we first joined the tournament, we would’ve accepted it without hesitation,” Diamond stated. “But we wanted this to be our thing – and we understood we didn’t need more publicity or if it would be helpful, so as a team, we declined. It likely would not have mattered, as the other teams also declined.”

2014 was more of a traditional season, as the Minty Maniacs returned to the top with the Golden Wisps in second. The Black Jacks finished in third, though a long way off the top two. 

Before the following season, the HRSC announced that they would not be able to fund the tournament and that they would need sponsors to ensure the tournament’s survival. Given the Black Jacks’ wealth from years of competing in card tournaments worldwide, they had little choice but to serve as benefactors to keep the series going. 

“I knew from that second what we had to do,” Club said. “We weren’t exactly happy about it, but we would give anything to compete. We did the same when we gave up cards, so we paid as much as we had to.”

The first five teams within the Herbotamia Tournament. (Photo Credit: JackJack)

Although we cannot confirm this, it was reported that the Black Jacks did not give as much as they could have and that they only donated enough so that it and the money earned off of the Golden Wisps’ jewelry raffle would be just enough to keep the tournament going for another season. Going into the year, however, it seemed likely that 2015 would be the last season of the Herbotamia Tournament.

Known as “the team that just wants to compete,” the tournament’s fate hit the Black Jacks the hardest. They would finish last, with zero event wins.

Having barely missed out on victory in the final event, Hurdles, Heart recalled, “I remember walking off the field for the final time, looking at my teammates, my competitors, and saying nothing. After all those years in Herbotamia and all that progress we thought we had made, it ended just like that. It was definitely the lowest point of our careers.”

Once the Minty Maniacs announced their retirement, effectively ending the Herbotamia Tournament, the Black Jacks returned to the blackjack tables, hoping to use their relevance as athletes to have a successful career. With this, the Black Jacks would settle in Herbotamia. Diamond would comment, “We had been living in Herbotamia for so many years, and it felt like we never got to appreciate the region. From the astounding skyscrapers in the cities to the rolling fields of the farmlands, or even to the empty desert dunes, Herbotamia truly is a lovely place.” 

After some time away from racing – and more success at the card tables – the Black Jacks were thrust back into marble sports in 2016. Minty Flav contacted the Black Jacks and all other teams to tell them that Jelle Bakker, organizer of the Knikkigen Marble League, had proposed to bring the Herbotamia Tournament back. Jelle Bakker put this revival forward during the inaugural Marble League, a competition that was the first of its time, composed of the best teams in the whole world. Jelle Bakker had missed running a smaller and more regional tournament, so when they heard of the Herbotamia Tournament’s woes, they were quick to assist.

The logo for Season 1 of the Hubelino Tournament. (Design Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

After some thought, the Minty Maniacs agreed to join the competition, and this alone was enough to get the other teams to agree to Jelle’s proposal. Hubelino Tournament 2016 would include mainstream broadcasting for the first time, all track parts supplied by the sponsor, Hubelino, and three new teams: the Green Gang, Valiant Violets, and Bluefastics. Many of the classic events, such as the Catwalk, were replicated with the new Hubelino equipment. The Black Jacks, at the sponsor’s suggestion, entered the tournament under pseudonyms to link themselves to the team, although they quickly came to find names like “Jack of Diamonds” too much of a mouthful.

Heart was chosen for the first event, Funnel Spinning, an event new to the original Herbotamian competitors. The event didn’t start as well as they hoped as they were the first to fall into Funnel 5, but playing their cards right with well-timed blocks and pushes, they fought back into contention. Heart outlasted the Minty Maniacs in the final funnel as they took home the gold for the Black Jacks in the first event. 

Out of breath, Heart, in what would be the tournament’s first-ever televised interview, would say, “I didn’t know what I was doing. When you’ve been racing for a few years, this new stuff just kind of comes to you immediately.”

Heart earns the first gold of the Hubelino Tournament in Funnel Spinning. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

The Black Jacks continued their hot streak with two bronzes in the Catwalk and Halfpipe Crash. Having avoided carnage in the Elimination Race, Club lost the final heat to the Ruby Rollers, claiming silver. The team held an eight-point lead afterward, which fell to a one-point margin after Quartet Jump, where they finished in last place. During that event, Spade flew off the track, and the other three scored limited points. 

The Black Jacks fell to third after Pursuit Slalom, when they lost their heat to the Green Gang by quite a distance, finishing seventh in the event. The event would cause a bit of infighting within the team, which Spade noted: “Club thought Heart was holding them up, and that’s what cost them so much time, but Heart said Club just fell behind. The two kept insisting they were right and the other was wrong for days. To be honest, it was arguing for the sake of arguing, and it didn’t help us at all.”

The championship was still close, and the Black Jacks had every chance to bring down the deficit, but in the Swing Wave, they finished last, falling to fourth. Going into what was to be the final event of the tournament, the team had little to celebrate. They had been in first for the first five events, yet they found themselves in fourth going into the event that mattered most. Diamond would salvage a silver in the Combination Race, moving them up to third and the podium.

Diamond earns silver in a close Combination Race finish. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

However, they did not remain on the podium for long. After Jelle’s announcement that the tournament would continue for another four events, to be held either side of the 2017 Marble League, the Black Jacks could not keep their momentum going. With finishes of sixth, seventh, fourth, and fifth in the new events, the Black Jacks ended the tournament in fifth overall with 67 points. 

While the team was disappointed to fall off the podium, Club reported in an interview that “we’re just happy the competition kept going, really. The original Herbotamia Tournament was always a friendly event, so we’re glad that Jelle offered us sponsorships to let us keep that atmosphere going even though the stakes were higher.”

Following the end of the Hubelino Tournament, Jelle approached the teams once more with an offer to join the qualifiers for Marble League 2018. Although several weren’t interested in the additional pressure of the higher competition standard, the Black Jacks decided to take the offer. “The decision was simple for us,” Heart later remarked. “We’ve always been that team that loves to compete, and after seeing the astonishing level on display at Marble League 2017, we were all more or less in agreement before we even finished reading Jelle’s letter.” The Black Jacks recruited Ace, a long-time friend of Spade from the HRSC who had designed their original uniforms, as their reserve member and began training for the upcoming qualifiers.

The Black Jacks get sorted into Group C in the Marble League 2018 Qualifiers. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

The Black Jacks joined Marble League 2018 Qualifiers alongside the Minty Maniacs and Golden Wisps (now rebranded as the Golden Orbs), as well as three other newcomers – Team Plasma, the Crazy Cat’s Eyes, and the Gliding Glaciers. Under the new qualifying format introduced in 2018, the Black Jacks were sorted into Group C and started their qualifying run well with a fourth place in Curling, and missing out on 3rd place to the Balls of Chaos on a tiebreaker. The second event, the Snow Race, ended dramatically for Group C as damage to the course caused none of the racers to finish. Diamond was awarded fifth place after the pile-up, keeping the team in fourth overall, but a sixth-place finish for Heart in the Ice Dash and fifth place for the team in the Halfpipe caused the Black Jacks to drop to sixth altogether, failing to qualify for the Marble League.

“We knew the step-up to the Marble League would be a big one, but we still weren’t quite expecting it to be that much of a switch from the Hubelino Tournament,” Diamond told interviewers after the qualifiers. “I think all the new teams felt it. The competitors at this level have the attitude and focus we haven’t needed since our card-playing days, and we just didn’t find enough of it this time.”

The Black Jacks attended Marble League 2018 to support the Minty Maniacs, the only one of the three Hubelino teams to qualify for the tournament, but watching their friends compete further proved how different the level was between the Marble League and the friendly competitions they were used to. The Black Jacks did take part in some off-season events, with Club finishing in sixth place in the consolation race for the unqualified teams and Heart pulling off a strong performance in the 100 Meter Water Race, finishing in seventh out of 28 racers. 

Heart approaches the finish line of the 100 Meter Water Race. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

However, in the lead-up to the next off-season event, the A-maze-ing Race Tournament, the Black Jacks, alongside the Minty Maniacs and Golden Orbs, announced their withdrawal from both this and Marble League 2019 Qualifiers in favor of the Hubelino Tournament. The Black Jacks also recommended a team from Buzznya, the Bumblebees, as a replacement for the now-retired Team Phoenix, with which the other organizers agreed given the Bumblebees’ success in the Bug Circuit.

The Black Jacks started Hubelino Tournament 2018 well with a silver medal in Swing Wave, only losing to the debutant Bumblebees. Dead last in the Catwalk event did knock them down to fourth overall, but a masterclass from Heart in the Funnel race, entering the penultimate funnel in sixth place and outlasting five marbles to win the event before even leaving that funnel, brought the team up to second place, and another silver medal for Diamond in the Halfpipes brought the team into first by a single point over the Bumblebees. “The Hubelino Tournament may not have prepared us for the Marble League,” Heart told reporters, “but our experience from Qualifiers is certainly helping us here.”

Heart secures a repeat gold in the Funnels. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

By the halfway point in the tournament, though, it was clear to the competing teams that interest in the Hubelino Tournament was waning. The Marble League had captured the attention of global marble sports fans, and while Jelle’s influence drew some interest in the tournament, there was little they could do. The Black Jacks once again offered to provide more funding to help keep the Hubelino Tournament running, but even that was not enough.

As the tournament continued, the Black Jacks kept their momentum up with another silver medal in Block Bumping, holding first place, before a disastrous seventh place finish in the Relay Race knocked them off the top spot, while the Minty Maniacs took the lead with a gold medal. Fifth place in the Maze was an improvement, but with their championship rivals, the Bumblebees and Minty Maniacs, taking the top two spots, the Black Jacks fell to third overall, with only an outside chance at winning the tournament. A DNF for Heart in the first heat of the final event, the Big Tower, folded the Black Jacks’ hopes of winning the championship, though they were narrowly able to hold on to the third podium spot by a single point.

The Black Jacks stand on the podium, placing third overall in Hubelino Tournament S2. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

After the conclusion of the 2018 Hubelino Tournament, the teams knew it was unlikely that the competition would continue even with additional funding. On top of disinterest from fans, teams were losing interest in competing any longer, and the Hubelino Tournament was discontinued in early 2019. “It’s heartbreaking to see the end of the Tournament after all these years,” Heart stated in a press release accompanying the announcement. “It’s been such a huge part of our lives ever since we first met the Golden Orbs and Minty Maniacs back in 2009, and while we have no intention of abandoning marble sports, the teams as a collective have agreed that disbanding the Hubelino Tournament is the best option.”

Surrounding the discontinuation of the Hubelino Tournament, there was speculation over whether any Hubelino teams would get invited to join the Marble League 2019 Showdown. While some had formally retired from competition, the Black Jacks remained hopeful for an invite. It was not to be, however, and their last-event DNF would prove more costly than they anticipated, as Jelle announced that only the top two teams from the Hubelino Tournament would get invited to join the Showdown.

“We were gutted, of course, but that’s how the cards fall sometimes,” Ace remarked in a later interview. “Heart was blaming themself for letting the team down, despite Diamond’s best efforts to convince them otherwise. But we just had to move on.”

Without the need to prepare for the Marble League Showdown, the Black Jacks found themselves at a loose end. “We knew we didn’t want to return to playing cards,” Club explained. “Ace had never been particularly interested – or good – and we’d spent enough time away from the card tables that we’d all more or less moved on from that part of our lives. We really wanted more racing opportunities, but with the Hubelino Tournament disbanded, that didn’t look likely.”

On their return to Las Veglass, the Black Jacks were expecting to be at a bit of a loose end, but to their surprise, their homecoming was met with considerable fanfare. The Hubelino Tournament had become a sensation in the City of Jacks, and as the local team, the Black Jacks found themselves thrust into the spotlight. In particular, their sharp uniforms had caught the attention of Las Veglass high society. “I’d designed the team’s original uniforms way back at the HRSC,” Ace revealed, “so having the local fans taking notice gave me an idea that, honestly, seemed far-fetched at the time, but it wasn’t like we had anything better to do.”

Ace approached the rest of the Black Jacks with a proposal a week after their return to Las Veglass: Since they were known for their sleek, stylish attire, why not start a fashion brand?

“We’d been funding the Herbotamia Tournament for long enough to know how investment worked, so we doubled down on what we were known for and assumed it would be a simple step up,” Heart claimed to reporters in 2021. “The others weren’t fully convinced it would amount to anything, particularly Club, but we decided it was worth taking a gamble.”

The logo for 52Styles. (Design Credit: Emmun_Isaac)

In late 2019, the Black Jacks launched their new clothing company, 52Styles. The company’s initial store on Casino Square in Las Veglass was an instant hit. Ace’s designer suits, which maximized ease of movement while staying sleek and stylish, became a sensation in the City of Jacks. 52Styles soon opened for business across Herbotamia, with the brand reaching as far as Accellaise and Rosaka by the end of 2020. The Black Jacks adapted quickly to their new roles as business marbles while holding onto their roots as athletes.

“The idea to branch out into sportswear is one we’ve had since we founded 52Styles,” Spade announced in a press release in early 2020. “We’ve always known the value of good equipment and clothing from our time as athletes, so we’ve decided to bring our own experience to the table with our latest clothing line: High Rollers sportswear, which includes uniforms modeled after every active team in the Marble League!”

52Styles’ High Rollers line was an instant sensation, with several Marble League teams helping to promote the new alternate uniforms designed for them. The Pinkies even took a sponsorship deal from 52Styles to use their alternate uniforms during the Marble League Winter Special in early 2021, hugely boosting the Black Jacks’ business. 

The Pinkies don their Cherry Petals during the Marble League Winter Special. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

However, with the announcement of a new CEO of 52Styles in mid-2020, followed by leaked paparazzi photos of the Black Jacks training at a gym in Chlorotopia, the City of Jacks started buzzing with rumors that the Black Jacks were returning to marble sports.

The rumors proved true a couple of weeks after the leaked photos with the announcement of the Herbotamia Reunion, a closed-doors event featuring the original Hubelino Tournament teams alongside the Bumblebees, Yarble Yellers, Grape Nuts, and Team Plasma. Despite several attempts by the press to learn the results of the tournament, the Black Jacks and other teams kept the Herbotamia Reunion private, but it was clear to the Black Jacks’ many associates that the event had sparked something.

A few months after the Herbotamia Reunion, the Black Jacks received another letter from the Minty Maniacs. The reunion had gone so well that the Minty Maniacs were planning another, more formal tournament – the Herbotamia Invitational. After their most recent outing, the team had a taste for competition again and was accepted. “Even after our success with 52Styles, there’s still nothing that gets me quite as excited as competition,” Diamond told reporters after announcing the team’s involvement in the tournament.

The logo for the Herbotamia Invitational. (Design Credit: Stynth & Tim Ritz)

The Black Jacks’ return to televised marble sports had an underwhelming start. Their performance in the first event, Balancing, was more akin to their 2018 Catwalk form than their bronze-winning run in 2016, finishing in seventh place. Spade’s run in the funnels had a similar outcome, with their winning streak from the days of the Hubelino Tournament giving way to a sixth-place finish. The 5 Meter Sprint and Collision events continued this pattern with a seventh and sixth place, leaving the Black Jacks dead last into the final. “We knew we weren’t exactly favorites to win, given how long we’ve been away from marble sports, but this does still sting a little,” Club remarked after their 3-1 Collision loss to the Gliding Glaciers. “Back in the Hubelino days, we were some of the most consistent medal-winners in the tournament. But hey, at least we can’t choke it away this time!”

The final event of the Herbotamia Invitational was one the Black Jacks had been dreading. The team had followed along with the events of Marbula One and knew all about the tragedy that occurred the last time marble racing came to Minty Mania. Diamond, however, wasn’t deterred by the track’s history. “They’ve made so many safety changes after Speedy’s accident that there’s no real chance of it happening again. I’m more worried that I’ve never actually competed in a track race outside training,” they noted before the race.

Despite Diamond’s inexperience, however, the race proved to be a return to form for the Black Jacks. After starting on pole, Diamond held the lead for the first five laps of the race, eventually losing out to the Grape Nuts and Solar Flares but holding on to third place, the team’s first medal of the tournament. The bronze was enough to pull the team out of the basement into sixth in the final standings – a far cry from the top two and the places in the Marble League qualifiers on offer, but satisfying for the Black Jacks, who expressed to reporters that they were relieved not to have the pressure of Marble League Qualifiers looming overhead.

The final standings of the Herbotamia Invitational. (Design Credits: Fouc, Jelle’s Marble Runs, MightyCucumber, Stynth)

In private, however, the Herbotamia Invitational had only fueled the Black Jacks’ desire to return to marble sports. “I remember the drive home after Minty Mania,” Ace later remarked. “We were all a little down after our results, but Diamond’s medal sparked something, and our conversation was just stories of past competitions. It roused something in us.”

The fans from the Herbotamia Invitational had also felt something in the team’s return. Throughout the 2021 Marble League and beyond, the call for the Black Jacks to return to competition grew louder and louder, particularly with rumors of an extreme sports tournament planned by the Balls of Chaos and JMR. In the autumn, soon after those rumors began, observant Las Veglass residents noticed Heart rolling up to an exclusive VIP gym, and the speculation only grew.

The Black Jacks’ official reveal for Marble ManiaX. (Design Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

In December, Marble ManiaX was announced as JMR’s new extreme sports tournament, and, to the delight of their fans, the Black Jacks were one of the first teams announced as competitors alongside their new coach, Jack. As a familiar face among several comparatively unknown teams, the Black Jacks quickly emerged as one of the favorites for the tournament.

Marble ManiaX kicked off a few weeks later with Extreme Diving, a daunting event for all the marbles involved. “They weren’t kidding when they said this would be extreme,” Club reported nervously. “We’ve done plenty of diving practice, but never from quite that high up! I can only imagine what it’s like staring down that jump.”

Despite Club’s worries, however, the diving board was a return to form for the Black Jacks, as the team tied for the best score of the event with the Purple Rockets and the Constrictors. The tiebreaker went to the team with the highest individual score, the Constrictors, while the Black Jacks and Purple Rockets, in a dead heat, were both awarded silver medals.

The Black Jacks take the Extreme Diving podium before swapping with the Purple Rockets. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

“That first time in the locker room after diving was an interesting experience,” Jack explained. “Doing a timeshare with the Purple Rockets on the podium was strange enough, but I learned more afterward about the Constrictors and their history. Since our team members were considerably better off than theirs, there was clear tension – the Constrictors definitely felt they had something to prove.”

The battles between the Black Jacks and the Constrictors didn’t end there. In the next event, Domino Bowling, the Black Jacks held second place before the half-time show, only for strong runs by the Constrictors and Purple Rockets to drop them off the podium – five points behind the Constrictors. While the teams never faced off in the Extreme Funnels, both were eliminated in the first round. The Obstacle Run saw both the Black Jacks’ and Constrictors’ captains facing off. After Heart made a last-moment pass on Boa to finish in third for the first round, the Black Jacks’ fortunes flipped as, after battling with the Constrictors again, Heart fell to the back of the pack. A last-minute change couldn’t pass the Pinkies, and the Black Jacks were eliminated. The Constrictors followed in the next round, keeping the tension between the teams high after two rounds of fierce racing and another side-by-side placement on the leaderboard.

By this point, things were growing ever more heated in the locker room between the Constrictors and the Black Jacks. Coach Jack later reported that “there’d been snide comments muttered under their breath before, but after the obstacle run it exploded into a slanging match. Thank goodness I was able to help their coach Charmer calm it down before it escalated anymore.”

Despite the two coaches’ efforts, the two teams’ attitudes hadn’t cooled by the announcement of the final event of the tournament – the return of Fidget Spinner Collision – just in time for the Black Jacks and Constrictors to face off for the first round. While Jack and Charmer hoped it would be a chance to clear the air in an official brawl, tensions only grew – if the Black Jacks won the match, they would stop the Constrictors’ run at the title and possibly beat them to the final podium. If the Constrictors won, the Black Jacks would be locked in the bottom half of the standings while their rivals went on to challenge for the championship. As the teams lined up at their gates, the anticipation in the stadium was palpable.

The Constrictors and Black Jacks line up for their Collision face-off. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

With the crowd roaring, the teams got released from the starting gate. On impact, the marbles went flying. The Constrictors splayed to the sides while most Black Jacks darted straight for the ramps and comparative safety. In the chaos that followed, three of the Constrictors were flung out of the arena, while only two of the Black Jacks got eliminated. 3-2 to the Black Jacks.

As the teams thundered towards each other for the second half, both teams had changed their strategy, and after a solid impact, only a single competitor from each team got knocked out of the ring. However, one of the Black Jacks was left dazed behind one of the fallen wall blocks and got missed by the referees. The officials’ call was 5-3 to the Constrictors – sending them to the next round by a single point. 

Fans of the Black Jacks, having overheard the referees’ initial call, were quick on the draw with corrections pointing out the mistake, but the event continued without acknowledgment. The Constrictors were awarded the bronze medal before the news finally reached event officials, at which point an air of uncertainty swept over the Pandemonium as they conducted a review.

As Jelle rolled out onto the podium with an announcement, the marbles held their breath. “Thanks to the efforts of our spectators, event officials have noticed a miscount in the second-round match between the Black Jacks and the Constrictors. We will hold a tiebreaker round once we have prepared the arena.”

The Black Jacks and Constrictors wasted no time warming up, as did the Pinkies, Shining Swarm, and Balls of Chaos, who might have needed to return to the court if the Black Jacks won the tiebreak. The two rivals barely spoke a word as they rolled up to the gates for the tiebreak.

The fidget spinners got wound up, then released. Moments later, the starting gates opened, and the teams raced down the ramp.

Chaos broke loose as the Black Jacks and Constrictors slammed into one another. The teams splayed wide, with several competitors flying over the sides. When the dust settled, and the two remaining Black Jacks settled dangerously close to a fidget spinner near two of the Constrictors, they spotted a third opponent safely tucked between the arena wall and a fallen domino.

The Black Jacks lose their Collision match after a tense tiebreaker. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

The Constrictors had won the match 10-9, affirming the original result. The Constrictors kept the Bronze medal and their second-place finish in the tournament, while the Black Jacks fell to seventh overall with 18 points. Though the team was disappointed, the event was conducted accurately thanks to the fans’ engagement, which was the most important thing.

By the time every team left the stadium that evening, the pitch blackness of night was punctured only by Hunluen’s neon skyscrapers off on the horizon. The Black Jacks rolled alone to their team van as Ana and Python sprinted up to them.

“Look, Club, all of that nasty business is a part of sports… but in the Bug Circuit, we are also looking for teams for an invitational this Spring…” we heard Ana say. “I know this is abrupt… why not come by if you’re interested?”

“Actually, the scheduling would work,” said Club of the Black Jacks. “That would work quite well.”

Captains Heart and Boa side by side in Marble ManiaX. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

The Black Jacks traveled to Buzzkill a month later to join the Bug Circuit Invitational at Ana’s suggestion. Despite struggling through the first three events, the Black Jacks spun their momentum on its head with a gold medal in Collision, defeating the Constrictors in the final in a close match. That and the following silver medal in the Stinger Circuit finale let the team run the table, finishing the tournament in second place behind the Hornets and beating the Constrictors on a tiebreak. Although they weren’t close at the start of the Invitational, relations between the Black Jacks and Constrictors warmed during the tournament, mostly thanks to Ana, Charmer, and Jack.

The day after the team’s return to Las Veglass, Ace was woken suddenly by the sound of Märblehead’s Spades of Ace. Wondering who would be calling at such an early hour, they answered the phone.

“Uh, hi, who is it?” Ace asked groggily.

“Hi, Ace! Oh, goodness, I forgot about the time difference,” came the reply. “It’s Ghost. You know, from Team Plasma? We were chatting at the Herbotamia Invitational – I got your number from Spade.”

“Oh yeah, hi! Don’t worry about the time difference – I always get out of bed at four in the morning,” Ace joked. “So what can I do for you?”

“You were the lead designer for 52Styles before you got back into sports, right? I was hoping you’d be able to help me out.”

Six hours later, Ace still hadn’t slept. As they rolled down to join the rest of the team for blackjack & brunch, the others could all tell Ace had been up to something.

“What kept you up all night this time, Ace?” Coach Jack laughed. “Honestly, the amount of time you pour into new ideas at ridiculous hours of the day never ceases to amaze.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Ace responded, “If only I put that much effort into training, I’ve heard it all before. Check this out.”

Ace pulled a sheet of graph paper out of their satchel and unfurled it with a flourish. The rest of the team looked on, quickly realizing they were looking at a uniform design. “Ghost called me this morning. Team Plasma was invited back to the Marble League for this year’s Showdown and they wanted some design help for the new uniforms they’re making.”

Ace’s blueprint for Team Plasma’s new uniform design. (Design Credit: Turtle)

“Wow, Ace, that’s brilliant!” Diamond exclaimed. “Definitely one of your better designs,” agreed Club.

As the others inspected the design more closely and Ace rolled over to the food station, Jack pulled out a deck of cards and began shuffling.

“You know, that’s got me thinking,” Spade said as Jack dealt the first hand. “There’ve been a lot of calls for us to return to the Marble League, and if Team Plasma got an invite…”

“What happens if we get one?” Heart replied. “Honestly, I don’t know. Competing again has brought it all back, and the business manages itself these days, but you know how much of a step up the Marble League is from the Bug Circuit.”

“Hell, we couldn’t even beat the Hornets, and look how they turned out,” sighed Club. “Do we really want to put ourselves through that again?”

There was silence as the players completed the round before Diamond, the only loser, spoke up. “Guys, I know you all too well. We all miss the athlete lifestyle and always talk about how we love it when the stakes are high. If we get an invite, I vote we go all in.”

The Black Jacks prepare to deal a hand in their exclusive Las Veglass casino suite. (Art Credit: Toffeeshop)

Spade nodded in agreement. “I was waiting for one of you to call it,” they said. “It’s like waiting for the house edge to swing your way. It won’t always come quickly, but if you put the time in, you’ll see results. No reason to fold now.”

“Spade, stop talking in card metaphors for once,” Heart laughed. “Honestly, just because you’re right doesn’t mean I’ll let you keep getting away with it.” Spade grinned at the joke, as well as the blackjack they hit with their next card.

Another quiet moment later, Club finally spoke up again. “Oh, screw it. It’s a risk, but I guess it’s more fun than sitting around being a business marble all day. Besides, it’s not like we’re guaranteed an invite anyway.”

Jack smiled, revealing the dealer’s next card with a flourish. “Are you sure about that, Club?” The team smiled at each other as they realized what they were looking at. “You sly devil, Jack!” Ace laughed, rolling up to the table with a plate of food. “Since when have you been good at keeping secrets like that?”

The card inviting the Black Jacks to the Marble League 2022 Showdown.
(Design Credit: GhostDM)

“Oh, you pick up a few things occasionally when you work with card players,” the coach responded with a wink.

The Black Jacks announced their return to the Marble League shortly before the 2022 Qualifiers. Their reunions with the Purple Rockets and Team Plasma were friendly, and the newcomers from the Wolfpack fit in alongside them. After the qualifiers had concluded, the event organizers proposed an appearance by the four new teams in the Friendly Round alongside the auto-qualified teams, which all four captains agreed to unanimously. “I figured if we were coming back to the Marble League, we might as well double down and get out there as soon as possible,” Heart said about their decision.

The Practice Round started slowly for the Black Jacks, with third place for Heart and Spade in Climbing and for Club in the 5 Meter Hurdles, followed by last place in Balancing. While the team got locked out of winning the practice, Diamond still had a strong performance in the final event, the Triathlon, leaving them tied for third with the Wolfpack. “It’s disappointing not doing as well as we’d like, but it’s better to get some of the bad early performances out in the Friendly instead of the first few events of the Showdown,” Coach Jack told reporters after the contest was over.

The Black Jacks’ results in the Marble League 2022 Practice Round. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

The Black Jacks spent much of Marble League 2022 watching from their box in The Pond, marveling at the unexpected success of the Pinkies and Team Galactic. At the halfway point in the tournament, however, the first half of the Showdown began, and the Black Jacks took to the arena once more to kick off their return to the Marble League.

The first event of the Showdown, the Wave, had been inspired by the version featured in the Hubelino Tournament, and unlike 2018 the Black Jacks’ experience there showed. The Black Jacks’ second run scored 38 points, equalling the previous event record and earning them a silver medal behind record-breakers Team Plasma. Diamond couldn’t match that success in the 5 Meter Sprint, finishing 14th, but Club carried the team back up to third in the standings with a nearly two-second victory in the Water Race, the team’s first-ever gold medal on the Marble League stage. “Winning something feels incredible,” Club told the media as they toweled off after the race. “We felt so disappointed not being able to win any rounds in the past few years, but now we’re back in the house.”

Club stretches their Water Race lead as they stream towards the finish. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

Eighth place in the Relay was enough to bring the Black Jacks up to second overall at the halfway point in the Showdown. Team Plasma had run away with the first half of the Showdown with three medals and a fifth place, but the Black Jacks and Wolfpack had also received attention for their strong performances. With the Black Jacks’ history, the question on their fans’ minds at the time was whether they could hold on to their success.

After seven more rounds in the main league, the Black Jacks answered that with a resounding yes. Competing in Group B for the fifth event, Block Pushing, the Black Jacks opened their run with the farthest push of the entire event, 92.9 cm. Though Team Momo matched their 90 cm mark twice to win the event, none of the other teams came close to the Black Jacks’ mark, leaving them with a comfortable silver medal and bringing them within two points of the leaders.

The Black Jacks’ 92-centimeter push in Block Pushing. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

Heart followed this with fourth place in the Funnel Race, demonstrating that they hadn’t lost their touch after winning the event twice in the Hubelino Tournament.  The team had a scare in Climbing as Spade and Ace finished dead last: Despite that, their previous results were enough to hold second place overall, and going into the final event, the Black Jacks were the only team left that could challenge Team Plasma’s miracle run, though they would need at least a silver medal to do it.

“We’ve already proved that we made the right bet coming back to the Marble League,” Diamond stated in a press conference before the Sand Rally. “We’re guaranteed a spot in next year’s qualifiers, and while the odds may not be in our favor for the Showdown title, we’ve played high stakes before. Sure, we’ll be happy whether we win or lose, but we’re going all in.”

Coach Jack selected their captain, Heart, to put the Black Jacks’ hopes on their back in the Sand Rally. A poor start out of the gate left Heart at the back of the field through the first few turns, but they clawed out of last through the next leg of the race. However, with Team Plasma already ahead and Heart struggling to break out of the bottom four in the race, it simply became a matter of pride for the Black Jacks’ captain and a few well-timed moves in the second half of the race slotted Heart into a comfortable place at the tail end of the top 10. While they couldn’t hold off the Wolfpack for that spot, 11th place was good enough to keep the Black Jacks in second place overall on the final Showdown podium.

Suited with silver medals, the Black Jacks stand on the Showdown podium after finishing second overall with 92 points. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

With their return to professional marble sports entering on a solid note, fans anticipated that the Black Jacks would join Marbula One for its fourth season. Amid several surprises in the roster, the team’s invitation was made public in April 2023, with Heart and Club chosen to represent them. Coach Jack appeared optimistic in the accompanying press conference, stating, “The team has been fans of Marbula One ever since its debut, so receiving the invite was something we were all looking forward to. It’s a risk focusing our training and resources heavily on something new so close to the Marble League Qualifiers, but since when do the Black Jacks shy away from a high-stakes bet?”

The Black Jacks’ Marbula One debut was as uninspiring as their 2022 Showdown performance had been electrifying. Heart’s ninth-place finish at Sakura Garden was the highest the team finished in the first half of the season, with Club’s impressive qualifying run to P4 at Greenstone failing to translate to the race. After five races, the Black Jacks were in 15th place with just 22 points. Much of the media expected that the Black Jacks’ host Grand Prix would be their only success of the tournament.

At Sleet Street, however, Club turned the Black Jacks’ luck around with an uncharacteristically strong climb into sixth place, gaining positions from qualifying for the first time. Heart followed suit with a seven-position climb to ninth at Misty Mountain before Club doubled down on the team’s reversal of fortune to achieve sixth place and fourth place in back-to-back races at Electron Expressway and Stardust Accelerator, starting from 12th both times.

The Black Jacks’ turnaround saw the team rise to a comfortable 11th place and Club to 13th in the individual standings going into their home Grand Prix. Although the season’s top-heavy distribution of medals left the Black Jacks with no hardware, they were the highest-ranked team in the tournament without medals within close reach of the Green Ducks and Team Plasma above them. Unfortunately, Heart could not make up any more ground at Casino Square, with the house edge only turning out a tenth-place finish after qualifying in 13th.

The track map for the Casino Square GP in Las Veglass, referenced by officials as the City of Jacks. (Design Credit: Spex)

Despite this, the Black Jacks’ second-half rise had resulted in solid results, with a comfortable 11th-place finish overall and an individual top 15. In the team’s final press conference of the season, held by the Casino Square track outside the 52Styles flagship storefront, Heart told reporters, “We came into Marbula One as we’ve come into every tournament we competed in – just wanting to race for the fun of it. Sure, we would have loved to come away with some medals or a better finish, but this first outing has just whetted our appetites for more. We’ve proven, not just to our fans but to ourselves, that coming back to the marble sports stage was the right call, and you can bet any money you’d like that we’ll be bringing our experience to the table in future tournaments.”

In RetRollSpective, the Black Jacks are a team that has used its skills on the card table and successfully transferred them to the marble sports world. They have proven their worth as one of JMR’s most beloved teams, and we look forward to seeing them in future events. Best of luck to the Black Jacks in the near future, keep on rolling!

Credits

  • Writers: ElrQ, GhostDM, XBC
  • Additional Writing: PippinPlover, Stynth
  • Editors: Edu G. J., Fouc, Pastelle, Smacg13
  • Artists: Pim Leurs, Toffeeshop
  • Graphic Designers: Emmun_Isaac, Fouc, GhostDM, Jelle’s Marble Runs, MightyCucumber, Pim Leurs, Spex, Stynth, Tim Ritz, Turtle
  • Photographers: JackJack, Jelle’s Marble Runs, Pesky, Vector
  • Release: 06/09/2023

RetRollSpective – Wolfpack

Hello and welcome to another RetRollSpective, where we reflect on the history of marble sports teams that have competed in the tournaments of Jelle’s Marble Runs. This time, we’re going to focus on the Wolfpack, a team that debuted in Marble League Showdown 2022. Read on to find out how this team has hunted down a spot in the competition!

The official logo for the Wolfpack, designed by Tim Ritz.

In a distant corner of Marblearth, far removed from the great civilizations of the planet, tucked away in the remote wilderness of Pawlaska, sits the town of Furbank, the hometown of the Wolfpack. There is nothing remarkable about Furbank, nothing that makes it noteworthy on the world stage. Considering its isolated location and frigid climate, the city’s most intriguing aspect is that it even exists. Furbank is sustained by its tough, hard-working citizens, who form a tight-knit community. While the citizens of Furbank devote much of their time to their jobs and household work, they still find time to engage in community activities. One of the community’s pastimes is snow races, with marbles often challenging each other to race through the snow that covers the tundra for most of the year. The night of a full moon is held as sacred in Furbank, with marbles observing a night of silence.

Being such a small town, Furbank has only a single system of schools where the Wolfpack marbles met each other as youths. Balto loved nothing more than challenging their friends to race through the snowy city streets, and while small for their age, Balto was undoubtedly a gifted athlete. As they grew older, only three of their classmates raced at their speed: Remus, Sirius, and Fenrir. The four would bond over their dedication to becoming the fastest marbles in town. They would meet after school nearly every day to roll all across town and through the surrounding wilderness.

“All four of us liked racing,” stated Remus, “but Balto loved it the most. I think their dedication was inspiring for the rest of us. We wanted to keep up with them.”

The Wolfpack wanders through the woods on a winter night. (Art Credit: Toffeeshop)

“Racing was always my greatest passion,” said Balto, reminiscing on those early days. “Growing up, I was counting down the years to when I could sign up for the Iditaroll.”

The crown jewel of Furbank snow racing is the Iditaroll, an annual race held during the harshest winter month. Marbles compete in teams of four to carry a heavy sled from Furbank to the nearby village of Noom. The course winds through kilometers of challenging terrain, dense forests, and tall mountains. Only the most physically fit marbles in Furbank and the surrounding region can complete the course. Because of how dangerous the track is, marbles must be of adult status to compete. The team who wins the Iditaroll earns respect and fame from the rest of Furbank’s citizens; for most of these marbles, it is the highest glory they can achieve.

“We knew that as soon as we were old enough, we were going to compete in the Iditaroll,” said Balto, the group’s natural leader. “And we were determined to win it.” 

The winter following their graduation from school, all four members of the Wolfpack had reached adulthood and were eligible to compete, so they entered the competition for the first time. Although they had been very successful youth snow racers, the Iditaroll was of incomparable difficulty to the courses they had raced on before. Additionally, the competition in the Iditaroll was fierce, as teams with years, even decades, of experience would be competing. Such intense competition was typically not kind to newcomers. A rookie team finishing near the top of the Iditaroll standings was a rare occurrence, and for such a team to win the competition was unheard of.

The logo for the Iditaroll. (Design Credit: Laurent Rollon)

That, however, did not discourage the four marbles as they prepared for their debut. 

“We went into that race with the mindset we were going to win,” recalled Fenrir, the fastest sprinter of the four. “Deep down, we knew the odds stacked against us, but we wanted to believe we could do the impossible. We knew that was the only way we would have a chance.”

When race day arrived, the pack found themselves among hundreds of other teams looking to etch their names into the local lore. Balto and Fenrir took the front spots, Remus and Sirius lined up behind them, and they all strapped themselves to the sled that they would have to carry the course’s length. With all the teams ready at the gate, the starting gun fired, and they raced out of town to the cheers of spectators. In the race’s initial stages, the teams ran in a big group, trying to keep up with the pace-setters up front. As the day grew longer and the race wore on, teams began to fall behind, unable to sustain the pace needed to remain upfront in this unforgiving race. 

Eventually, day turned to night, and the team of rookies saw no one directly ahead of or behind them. Nights in Pawlaska are typically dark, cold, and often blistering with snow, and that night, the snow was intense. The pack had no idea how many teams were ahead of them, but they kept going, with Sirius replacing the tired Fenrir in the front row. 

“When it’s nighttime, I’m in my element,” remarked Sirius, an avid stargazer. “Fenrir gave us the speed to start strong, but the atmosphere of that night was getting to them. I was happy to keep the energy going.”

The night wore on. The team had to take more frequent breaks, knowing they could not rest for long. Fatigue was beginning to set, and the crippling cold showed no signs of letting up. The marbles were all exhausted, yet they kept on rolling.

“By the night’s end, we were rolling on fumes,” said Fenrir. “All we knew was that we weren’t stopping until we reached Noom.”

At last, the sky began to change. The darkness started to retreat, and the snow finally ceased. Signs of civilization were beginning to appear. It had been hours since the pack had seen another team on the course, and as the freshly fallen snow came to light, one thing became evident: There were no marks on the track ahead of them.

“We all had that sudden realization that we were in the lead,” remembered Balto. “That gave us all the energy we needed to get to the finish.”

The team rolled into Noom to a crowd that was as shocked as it was cheerful. No one had expected the newcomers to be the first to emerge from the wilderness. To roaring cheers, they dragged their sled across the finish line, cementing their first-ever Iditaroll victory. They dropped their straps and grouped to celebrate with what little energy they had left. “All I remember from that morning was being completely exhausted but also very happy,” said Remus.

After the race’s conclusion, the triumphant Wolfpack returned to Furbank, where news of their victory quickly spread, instantly becoming household names throughout the town. Their victory was a source of inspiration, especially for the town’s youth, who all dreamed of following in the Wolfpack’s footsteps when they could compete in the Iditaroll themselves. They had proven that with enough hard work and training, anyone could thrive in the race.

In the following years, the question turned to whether the Wolfpack could prove their victory wasn’t a fluke. As it turned out, that victory was no fluke; if anything, it was a sign of things to come. The team went on to win the Iditaroll every year without fail. Every year, they would become even faster and stronger and would complete the course in record time.  Other teams poured countless hours into training in the hopes of dethroning the Wolfpack, but by the time of the race, there was simply no keeping up with them. They were in a league of their own.

“We had never seen anyone dominate the Iditaroll like the Wolfpack did,” remarked a former champion. “When they were in the race, it felt like we were all competing for second. That was the best any of us could hope for.”

Indeed, it appeared the Iditaroll was no longer sufficient in providing the Wolfpack a challenge. However, the team didn’t have any greater honors to pursue, not even in the larger city of Ancarnage, which would hold infrequent athletics competitions. The Wolfpack was tucked away in a remote corner of Marblearth, far from other regional competitions that were starting to feature world-class talent. They were completely unaware of any competition more significant than the Iditaroll…until the best marble sports teams in the world came together to form the Marble League.

The standard logo of the Marble League. (Design Credit: Pim Leurs)

“We first heard about the Marble League through the local newspaper,” recalled Balto, “reading about big names like the Savage Speeders and O’rangers, champions of the world. At the time, it was hard to believe any marble could be more athletic than we were. We hadn’t seen other marbles at our level compete before.”

“At the time, the rest of Marblearth was kind of foreign to us,” mused Remus. “We had no idea how good these teams were. As far as we were concerned, we were the champions of our world.”

That changed with the announcement that the Snowballs would host the upcoming Marble League 2018 in Hailfern. While Hailfern was still farther from Furbank than the Wolfpack had ever traveled, it seemed about as close as a major sports competition would ever be held to Pawlaska. For the Wolfpack, it was an opportunity to explore the outside world and witness world-class talent for themselves. They decided to begin saving money to make the trip and attend the games. “We were excited,” said Sirius. “None of us had traveled outside of Pawlaska before- we were finally going to explore the outside world and find out how good all these other teams were.”

In early February 2018, just after another dominant Iditaroll victory, the Wolfpack departed from Furbank and headed to Hailfern. Their flight from Furbank first stopped at the Pawlaskian capital of Ancarnage, the largest city in the region, before flying non-stop to Snoronto. The Wolfpack had been to Ancarnage before, so they were familiar with what a modest-sized city looked like. However, that did not prepare them at all for when they landed in the metropolis of Snoronto. Suffice it to say, Snoronto far eclipsed any settlement the Wolfpack had seen in their lives. “We were completely overwhelmed rolling off our flight there,” recalled Remus. “I think there were more people in that airport than the entire town of Furbank.”

Balto added, “Where we’re from, everyone knew our names. Then we go to a city like Snoronto, and you’re a nobody. It was a crazy feeling.”

After picking up their bags, the Wolfpack headed to a regional train carrying passengers from Snoronto to Hailfern, where the Marble League would take place. Upon arriving in town, they headed to their hotel, where they would stay for the next two months. “Hailfern was more of the size we were used to,” said Balto. “But it was a pretty fast-growing city. They had built up to accommodate every marble visiting to watch the games. I think they did a pretty good job.”

During their stay in Hailfern, the Wolfpack explored the town, visiting its renowned ski slopes, quaint coffee shops, and gatherings with other fans that often included a celebrity guest. Of course, the main attraction was the Marble League itself, and the Wolfpack attended each of the eleven events at the Arctic Circle, awestruck by the fanfare and even more so by the athletes competing in the tournament. “Our minds were blown,” Fenrir commented. “It was unlike anything we had ever seen before. Now we understand the hype around this competition. Those marbles are racing at speeds we didn’t think were possible.”

“Those professionals would have made us look like total amateurs,” thought Sirius.

Remus mentioned, “Other marbles would ask us where we were from, and we told them about Pawlaska and the Iditaroll. Many of them had never heard of it before. Here we were, thinking this race we dominated every year was a big deal. Turns out it wasn’t at all.”

The Wolfpack in attendance at Marble League 2018. (Design Credit: Novawolf)

The Wolfpack’s stay at Hailfern ended abruptly when an avalanche devastated parts of the town, including the Arctic Circle. Event 12 got relocated to an overseas venue, and the Wolfpack lacked the means to travel there and watch the games’ final event. They headed home early, but the experience was still nothing short of transformative. “As we were leaving,” said Balto, “We all agreed we wanted to make it into that stage someday. Whether or not we would make it, we didn’t know at the time, but we were going to try our hardest to make it happen.”

The Wolfpack were not yet at the level needed to compete on the world stage. Thus, they decided to focus on a regional tournament to gain some tournament experience and build a profile that could earn them an invite to the Marble League. During their time in Hailfern, they spoke with a few teams that competed in the Surculo, an annual tournament held in Numerun. One of the oldest and largest regional tournaments still running in 2018, it seemed an excellent opportunity for the Wolfpack to begin their tenure as semi-professional marble athletes. Every spot in the 2018 edition had been filled by this time, so the Wolfpack set their sights on making their Surculo debut the following year.

As dearly as the Wolfpack loved their hometown of Furbank, it had become clear that their athletic prowess had outgrown the town, and they would need to relocate to a bigger city to continue their training progression. Thus, when the Wolfpack returned from Hailfern, they immediately set their sights on a move to Ancarnage. “It made us sad leaving everyone we knew behind,” Balto acknowledged, “and everyone else was sad to see us go, too. But they were all supportive of our goals. We wanted to make Furbank proud.”

After a few more weeks in Furbank, the Wolfpack said goodbye to their home, settling into their new home in Ancarnage. Being a much larger city, Ancarnage had a much stronger marble sports scene, with amateur-level mini-tournaments held throughout the year and plenty of resources for training. The Wolfpack’s Iditaroll experience gave them an advantage in endurance-related events, but they had not yet developed their skill sets in other areas. “I still remember our first time trying out a balancing beam,” chuckled Remus. “We all fell off almost immediately… and we laughed after that. We knew we had some work to do.”

Throughout the year, the Wolfpack developed themselves as more well-rounded marble athletes, and the results showed. They quickly became a strong contender in any tournament held in the city, and their prowess in outdoor snow races was still unmatched. If Pawlaska was going to get a team into a regional tournament, the Wolfpack undoubtedly had the best chance of making that happen.

The logo for Surculo 2019, hosted by the Quicksilvers. (Design Credit: Emmun_Isaac)

After nearly a year of training and honing their skills, the Wolfpack turned their eyes toward the 2019 Surculo. After the tournament’s 2018 reorganization, the Surculo organizers announced they would hold tryouts to determine which teams would fill those spots. The Wolfpack knew this was the opportunity they were waiting for and traveled down to Numerun. “We were all excited to show what we were capable of,” stated Fenrir. “We didn’t know how we’d stack up against the rest of the teams, but we were still confident in ourselves. All we could do was our best and hope that would be enough.”

The tryouts consisted of several skills showcases across many different disciplines of marble sports, such as speed, endurance, balance, and strength. Dozens of teams showed up that day, hoping to win one of the few spots up for grabs. The Wolfpack had quite a successful showing, performing exceptionally well in some showcases and at least decent in others. However, many other teams put together impressive performances of their own. The Wolfpack’s performance had given them a good chance of being selected. “We were happy with how we performed that day,” recalled Sirius. “But there were a lot of other good teams. We were optimistic we would make it in, albeit unsure.”

Later that day, the tournament officials summoned the Wolfpack, delivering the team the news they hoped for. “We were over the moon,” said Balto. “We felt like all our hard work had paid off, and it was the step we needed in our journey towards the Marble League.”

Now, the Wolfpack would have to prove they were skilled enough to compete with other athletes in the Surculo, many of whom had years of experience competing there. For the first time, the Wolfpack could not turn a competition on its head the moment they entered it. Their rookie campaign got off to a slow start, with the team finishing dead last in both Balancing and Funnel Endurance. These results left the Wolfpack discouraged. Continuing to perform at a low level would end their professional career just as quickly as it started.

Perhaps their lack of experience was finally catching up with them, but there was something else the Wolfpack was missing: a coach. Fortunately, one particular marble attending the tournament was waiting to fill a coaching role. That marble was Akela, who had become a tenured coach of youth teams throughout the southern jungle. They had been aiming to make the jump to coach a professional team and had been one of the Jungle Jumpers’ coaching finalists before that team settled on Tarzan. Disappointed about missing that opportunity, Akela returned to the Surculo, hoping to find a team needing a coach. The Wolfpack seemed a perfect fit. “I had watched them during tryouts, and I knew they had potential,” commented Akela. “I think their lack of experience held them back at the start. If I helped prepare them for the remaining events, I hoped they would see better results.”

Thus, at the halfway point, Akela reached out to the team, who were thrilled at the prospect of an experienced coach working with them. During the mid-tournament break, Akela used their expertise to help the Wolfpack train for the last four events, which improved the team’s overall skills and consistency in execution. The results of Akela’s coaching were immediately apparent when the Surculo 2019’s second half began. The Wolfpack looked much more prepared for the events and assembled a string of great finishes, including a Relay Race bronze; a thrilling victory in Collision, defeating Team Toadstool in a final round tiebreaker; and a silver from Balto in the Silver Surculo GP. The team’s strong second half was enough to elevate them to fourth out of eight teams in the final standings.

The final standings for Surculo 2019. (Design Credit: Laurent Rollon)

“That second half was amazing,” recalled Balto. “We felt like we were rolling at the top of our game. It was a complete 180° from how the first half went.”

“Akela’s coaching was a complete game-changer for us,” remarked Sirius. “They helped us unlock our potential and get the results we thought we were capable of.”

With the success Akela’s coaching brought to the team, the Wolfpack frequently flew out their new coach to Ancarnage, so they could continue training together during the offseason. They continued to dominate local tournaments, putting up event results that were often comparable to those in the Marble League. It became clear they were approaching the skill levels needed to make a convincing case for a Marble League invite, and given their success in that year’s Surculo, they had already secured their spot in the Surculo 2020. If the Wolfpack could put together a strong performance there, they would be a top candidate for any opening in the Marble League.

While the Wolfpack’s training regiment had become much more focused on Marble League events, the marbles still enjoyed their snow races. On a frigid morning in February 2020, the pack traveled out of Ancarnage to spend some time rolling through the wilderness. As the day progressed, a snowstorm was building up in the distance, eventually making its way toward the Wolfpack. While they often toughed it out in the blustering snow, the approaching storm seemed stronger than usual. The pack decided to call their training session early and head back into town. All of them headed back, except for Balto. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll roll back into town when the conditions become too severe,” they told the others. They were always the most akin to braving the elements. The others were hesitant about leaving Balto alone in the face of an incoming storm, but Balto insisted they would. Eventually, the rest of the pack rolled back to town, leaving Balto alone, who continued to roll around the wilderness as the storm surrounded them.

Balto rolls through the Ancarnage wilderness alone. (Photo Credit: Phoenix)

The next thing Balto knew, they were waking up in a bed in the intensive care unit at Ancarnage Hospital. They had almost died in the storm.

“It’s a miracle they survived,” commented one of the doctors who had treated Balto upon their arrival at the hospital. The snowstorm, a record-setting blizzard, had devastated much of the city. When Balto realized the storm’s severity surrounding them, they took cover in a seldom-used cabin in the woods, but that shelter was simply inadequate for the monstrous blizzard. Not long after taking cover, they lost consciousness, and only thanks to a rescue mission sent out shortly after the storm subsided was the unconscious Balto found and taken to the hospital before it was too late. Even then, it was unlikely they would have survived had it not been for the toughness they had built up as an athlete.

Remus, Sirius, and Fenrir had arrived back at their homes in Ancarnage when the blizzard struck town. They all realized Balto had likely been trapped in the storm, but it was too dangerous for them to go out and find their leader. “It was awful,” thought Fenrir, shuddering. “None of us got any sleep that night. When the search team found Balto the next day and told us they were still alive, we hugged each other, crying. We thought we had lost them.”

Balto was promptly transported to the intensive care unit, where they remained on life support for about another full day. They had experienced frostbite and extreme hypothermia, putting them in critical condition with almost all of their internal functions shut down. At first, the medical team was unsure whether Balto would survive. Thankfully, the marble was responsive to treatments, and the next day, they regained consciousness. At Balto’s bedside were their family, teammates, and coach, all relieved to see the marble awaken.

“I wasn’t in Ancarnage when the storm hit,” recalled Akela, “but when I got word of what happened, I traveled there as soon as the storm subsided. If nothing else, I wanted to be there for the other pack members. We had grown close to each other over the months.”

“We were so grateful they survived,” expressed one of Balto’s parents. “The last thing you ever want to hear as a parent is that your child is in critical condition.”

Slowly but surely, Balto began to recover from their condition. They were transported to a regular hospital room, where doctors would monitor the marble as they recovered. After spending weeks in the hospital, Balto finally returned home. However, they were still feeling some of the damage the incident caused, affecting their ability to perform any athletic activity. With their leader unable to compete, the Wolfpack had no choice but to withdraw from the Surculo 2020. The future of Balto and the team now looked quite uncertain. “I let my overconfidence get the best of me, and I almost paid the ultimate price for it,” lamented Balto. “I had no idea whether I would seriously compete again. But honestly, I was just grateful to be alive.”

Get well soon cards to Balto from the team and coach. (Art Credit: Phoenix)

What the team did know at the time was that they had the support of all of Furbank and Ancarnage behind them. Messages of support, fundraising, and gifts flooded the team. One fan even purchased tickets for the Wolfpack to attend Marble League 2020, held in Polaria. When June arrived, they traveled across Marblearth to witness the most high-stakes, competitive tournament in the history of marble sports. Unlike two years ago, the Wolfpack had started to make a name for themselves, and the Surculo teams all recognized them as a participant in that tournament the year prior.

“Watching the marbles compete on that stage made me realize how badly I wanted to join them one day,” thought Balto. “I didn’t know if I was going to return to top form, but I was surely going to try my absolute hardest.”

Over the following months, Balto would begin redeveloping their athletic abilities, but progress was often frustrating because of how far their injuries set them back. The team hired a trainer to help them, and specifically Balto, regain their skills as quickly as possible without over-exerting themselves. By the year’s end, Balto’s skill levels had surpassed those of all Pawlaskian marbles aside from the Wolfpack. Throughout Balto’s journey to re-establishing themselves as a top-tier athlete, their teammates remained highly supportive of their leader’s efforts.

“Balto was always the one who pushed the rest of us,” expressed Sirius. “If not for them, we never would have come as far as we have. Now was our opportunity to repay that favor, to do everything we could to help Balto get back to their past self.”

To study the fastest racing strategies and take a break from training, the Wolfpack attended every Marbula One Grand Prix in Season 2. They traveled to these venues with their friends from school who had become avid followers of marble racing. One marble they took with them, though, seemed less interested in watching the races… and more interested in inventing their own fun. 

When the Wolfpack and company entered the O’raceway in Orlango, they realized that that same marble had gone missing. They spent some time searching for them, but with the qualifiers soon to start, they headed to their seats to spectate the event, hoping the missing marble would turn up sometime during the event. While that was exactly what happened, it was likely not in the way any of the Wolfpack marbles were expecting.

The Wolfpack (top-right) searches for their missing friend, only to find them in an unexpected place. (Design Credit: Novawolf)

“The marble I was next to suddenly turned to me and said, ‘Fenrir, look down there!’ And I did, and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.” Fenrir, with everyone sitting with them, looked down to the venue’s floor to see their missing friend in the track’s background, disguised as a marbsheep.

“That’s where Sheep got their name from,” explained Fenrir. Sheep had gotten the idea for the stunt from Roldo, who had successfully pulled it off the week before. Unlike Roldo, Sheep was not a master in the art of sneaking into sporting events, so when they attempted to leave the stadium, they got spotted by security guards, who started rolling after them. In response, Sheep turned around and rolled away as quickly as possible. The Wolfpack caught a glimpse of the chase as they were leaving, and they realized that, while Sheep might not have planned out their stunt very well, they sure were one fast marble.

“I was talking to Fenrir after we saw that,” mentioned Balto, “and I told them that I thought Sheep might have had a faster sprint speed than me at the time. I don’t think Fenrir disagreed.” 

Ultimately, Sheep got caught by the guards and charged with trespassing. The only sanctions imposed on the marble was that they would get barred from attending Marbula One races if they got caught trespassing again. The next time the Wolfpack attended a race, Sheep wasted no time hiding themselves in the track’s scenery again. Fortunately for them, they were not caught, but marbsheep were not featured in later Marbula One tracks, meaning Sheep’s streak of hiding came to an unfortunate end.

Sheep does their best to disguise themselves at the Honeydome GP. (Design Credit: Novawolf)

Sheep declined to partake in any interviews for the writing of this piece.

“It’s hard to say why Sheep enjoyed hiding like that so much,” chuckled Remus. “They hardly ever talk, even to us, and they never really told us why they did that. I guess they’re just a bit of a strange marble. Although, I suppose we’re all a bit strange in our own ways.”

Just as their Marbula One circuit tour ended, the Wolfpack faced a difficult decision. The Rojo Rollers, who had competed in last year’s Surculo, would not return due to their focus on the upcoming Marble League qualifiers. Thus, a spot would be opening up in the Surculo field, and the tournament organizers had decided to send the Wolfpack an invitation to return for the 2021 tournament if they wanted to. If the team chose to accept the invitation, they would be gambling on Balto making a full recovery in their athletic abilities, a prospect that still seemed quite distant, if it would even happen. The team met to discuss what they would do.

Balto insisted the team accept the invitation, confident they would be in top form when the tournament began. “I was feeling good about the rate at which I was recovering,” they remarked. “I had already cost my team the chance to compete in one Surculo, and I didn’t want that to happen again.”

Akela recalled, “One thing we had a lengthy discussion about was what path to the Marble League we would have if we gave up our spot in Surculo. We would not have had a guarantee to get it back in the future, especially as other regional tournaments were going under. It appeared the Marble League’s roster of teams was beginning to stabilize a bit, and if we waited any longer, we weren’t sure we would ever get the chance to make it in.”

Eventually, the team concluded they had no choice but to roll the dice with Balto’s recovery and accept the invitation. Although they were all excited to return to competition, they were aware of the risk they were taking with their leader’s health. The exposure to the blizzard had permanently damaged parts of Balto’s figure; if Balto pushed themselves too much training for the competition, they were at high risk for injuries that would sideline the marble from competition or even end their career. “I knew there was a lot of risk involved,” said the team’s captain, “but I knew it was a chance we had to take.”

Before the Wolfpack could accept the invitation, though, there was one more thing they had to do. Starting in 2020, the Surculo featured teams of five marbles, adding a reserve to each roster. This meant the Wolfpack needed to find a marble to fill this position. Fortunately, they happened to know a speedy Pawlaskian marble that would fill the role perfectly. “As soon as I heard we needed a reserve, my mind thought of Sheep,” said Fenrir, “and I’m guessing everyone else did too.” Akela was skeptical at first because they had heard of that marble’s disciplinary record, but the team convinced them to let Sheep try out.

Balto recalled, “When we first called Sheep and told them what was happening, I don’t think they believed us. But we were right. They were one fast marble. I think a few test rolls from them was all it took to get everyone onboard.”

The Wolfpack could spend the next few months preparing for the Surculo with their reserve in place and acceptance letter posted. The last time they competed, they were trying to prove they belonged. Now, they needed to prove they were one of the best. Akela made accommodations to stay in Ancarnage for the upcoming months so they could devote all of their time to helping the team with their training. Sheep joined training regiments with their teammates, and Balto continued working with the team’s trainer as they slowly brought their skills back up to the level needed to be competitive in the Surculo. Balto admitted, “I don’t think I quite made it back to how strong I was during my prime, but just making it as far as I did was a huge victory.”

With the Surculo now on the horizon, the Wolfpack set off to cheers from the residents of Ancarnage, who were fully aware of how significant this tournament could potentially be to Pawlaska. The team arrived in Numerun and checked into their hotel, where they met other tournament participants. These teams included Team Toadstool, the winningest team in Surculo history, and the Quicksilvers, who had previously appeared in the Marble League. Even without any active Marble League teams participating, this would easily be the most competitive field the Wolfpack was part of. Finally, the first day of the Surculo arrived, and the teams headed to the stadium for the games.

Unlike their debut two years ago, the Wolfpack rocketed out of the gate, thanks to a dominant win in the 5 Meter Sprint by the speedy Fenrir. Podium finishes in Funnel Endurance, the Relay Race, and Block Pushing allowed the team to hold on to their top spot in the standings. Even in Balancing, the team managed to avoid an embarrassing run, finishing better than not one, not three, but two other teams. Another pair of solid finishes in the Triathlon and Collision kept the team atop the standings heading into the season’s final event, the Sand Rally. The Wolfpack had been performing as well as they ever had in their team’s history, and they put themselves in a great position to win the entire tournament. Only two other teams, the Electric Eels and Team Toadstool, remained in contention.  “We were thrilled with our performance,” said Fenrir. “We felt like we were on top of our game, and the results showed it.”

For the finale, they once again trotted out their captain, who had put together a brilliant run in the sand two years ago. This would be the biggest test for the team’s captain since their journey to recover from their injuries began. If they could finish on the event podium, they would clinch the championship, and even a good result would still give them a great chance at victory. A strong finish here would be a fitting end to their comeback story. Unfortunately, such a storybook ending was not in the cards for Balto, as they finished the race second to last, the team’s worst event result in the tournament. But it didn’t matter. The Wolfpack were the 2021 champions of the Surculo.

The final standings of Surculo 2021. (Design Credit: Novawolf)

“I thought I had blown it,” commented Balto, “until I saw my teammates coming over to celebrate with me. That was when I knew we had done enough to win it.”

“I knew it wasn’t the result they wanted,” stated Akela after the tournament, “but we were still proud of Balto for being able to go out there and put up a good effort. Even if they weren’t as strong as they used to be, they had just as much fight inside them.”

Following the tournament’s awards ceremony, the Wolfpack spent a few nights celebrating in downtown Numerun before heading back home to Ancarnage, where more celebrations awaited them. They touched down in their home city to the cheers of tens of thousands of fans, including what seemed like over half of the population of Furbank that had all made the trip down to greet the team. The significance of this championship could not be overstated. The Wolfpack were no longer an unknown team tucked away in the corner of Marblearth. Their names were now known, with many active Marble League teams taking note of their impressive win.

“The Wolfpack did a fantastic job representing the north in the Surculo,” commented Snowballs manager Avalanche. “I was happy for them. I remember telling Blizzard I wouldn’t be surprised if we saw them in the Showdown next year.” As it turned out, the Wolfpack’s triumph could not have come at a more opportune time. The Marble League had just announced that it would expand its field to 32 teams, meaning four new teams could receive a spot to compete in Marble League Showdown 2022. With their Surculo championship, the Wolfpack were already on the radar of Marble League organizers as a candidate for one of the four expansion spots. One marble who was working for the Marble League was particularly intrigued by the Wolfpack. That marble was Nova.

JMR Committee member Nova (second from the back left row) watches as the Marble League Winter Special begins. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

Born in Polaria to a family with Pawlaskian ancestry, Nova rose to prominence under Royal Stardust as a director in the Polaria sports industry. After working in the Team Galactic organization for several years, Nova was offered a position in the Jelle’s Marble Runs Committee that led to a Marble League production role, managing the graphics department and event logistics. This endeavor ultimately proved too stressful for Nova to continue after Marble League 2021, so they made plans to leave their position upon the tournament’s conclusion. However, Nova was already in contact with the Wolfpack, and they offered to put in a word to the organizers before departing, in exchange for the team’s managerial position. The Wolfpack quickly agreed to this proposition.

Nova commented, “I didn’t know what I would do after leaving JMR. I figured I could take a year off from work and figure something out during that time. But when I noticed the Wolfpack hadn’t filled any managerial role, I saw that as a good opportunity for myself and the team.”

In their last-ever meeting with the Jelle’s Marble Association, Nova made their pitch for granting the Wolfpack an expansion spot, which would be decided the following year. Then, instead of returning home to Polaria, Nova traveled across the ocean to visit Ancarnage for the first time in years, meeting the Wolfpack’s athletes and staff for the first time. During a conversation with Sirius, they discovered that they and Nova not only shared a fascination with the stars, but they were also distant relatives. Nova enjoyed the change in scenery and being with their new team so much that they picked up everything from their lifelong hometown in Polaria and moved out to Ancarnage. Throughout the winter, they continued discussions with Marble League organizers, determined to win the team a spot. All the while, the team continued their training in anticipation of their Marble League debut. 

At last, in late March of 2022, Nova was summoned to the JMA’s headquarters. When they headed back home to the Wolfpack, Nova carried home a gift for them: an invitation for the Wolfpack to join the Marble League 2022 Showdown.

“All of us went crazy,” reminisced the team’s captain. “This was our dream ever since we watched the Marble League in 2018. We had made it, against all odds. It was an incredible feeling.”

“I was happy for myself, but even happier for them,” added Akela. “They are the hardest working marbles I have ever met. I did not doubt that they deserved it.”

The official announcement for the Wolfpack’s entrance into the Marble League. (Design Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

With that, the Showdown became the Wolfpack’s sole focus. Once again, they knew they could not afford to come in unprepared. Many teams had seen their dreams of competing in the Marble League come true, only for them to flounder in their debut. Relegation was back on the table for the Showdown, so the Wolfpack knew they at least needed to finish 12th or higher. With so many veterans bound to join the competition, the Wolfpack did not want to become fixated on immediately winning, as they had done in the past. Instead, they would focus on putting together a respectable rookie campaign and see where that would place them in the standings.

After months of preparation and anticipation, the day arrived for the Wolfpack to fly out to Bermenghank, where the Marble League 2022 would take place. This time, it seemed as if the entire state of Pawlaska had converged at and around Ancarnage International Airport, all wanting to see the team before they departed. The Wolfpack were national heroes, the representatives of a land that likely would have never imagined making it to the pinnacle of marble sports. As the team landed in Bermenghank and headed to the hotel where all of the athletes would be staying during the games, the magnitude of their accomplishments began to set in. From such humble beginnings, they had achieved the status of world-class marble athletes.

The Wolfpack spent their first few days exploring their new surroundings and meeting many Marble League teams, most of whom were preparing for the upcoming qualifiers. Instead of worrying about the qualifiers, the Wolfpack went with the other expansion teams to a meeting held by tournament organizers. They asked the four new teams if they would like to participate in a practice round, similar to the one the pre-qualified teams annually held with each other, to give themselves some experience with the events featured in qualifying. All four teams agreed, meaning the Wolfpack’s first appearance in The Pond would come much earlier than anticipated. This friendly round would be their first chance to show the world who they were. “We figured we could do well against them,” commented Sirius. “Even though they got featured in world competitions, none had ever qualified for the Marble League. We felt like we were mostly on equal footing with them.” 

Once the Friendly Round’s concluded between the pre-qualified teams, the Wolfpack trotted onto The Pond with Team Plasma, the Black Jacks, and the Purple Rockets. The teams were greeted enthusiastically with cheers before heading into the first event, Climbing. With Sirius and Remus teaming up in the duo event, they managed a decent result that started the Wolfpack off in second place. Unfortunately, the other three events did not go so well for them. Fenrir stumbled in the Hurdles, the team faced their weakest event in Balancing, and Balto couldn’t keep pace with the leaders in the Triathlon. The Wolfpack finished the mini-tournament tied with the Black Jacks for last place. “It wasn’t the debut any of us were hoping for, certainly not me,” Fenrir dismally expressed. “We knew we would have to do better than that when the Showdown came around.”

The Wolfpack make their Marble League team debut in Balancing during the Practice Round. They finished third out of the four teams. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

“I think they might have gotten a bit caught up in the moment,” suggested Akela, “and lost some of their focus. I knew they would do better once they got settled in. It was good for them to get some of those jitters out early.”

Now, the Wolfpack could sit and watch as the teams who qualified for the Marble League battled for that year’s championship. Watching the top teams battle for the world championship was as thrilling as ever, but the experience felt much different to the Wolfpack this time. After weeks of competition, it was their turn to compete in the Showdown. It was time for the Wolfpack to make their first appearance in a meaningful Marble League tournament.

In the first event, the Swing Wave, they found themselves in the blocks with the Rojo Rollers, another team whose origins were rooted in the Surculo. Neither ended up putting together a spectacular run, with the Wolfpack settling for 12th in their first event appearance. The Wolfpack knew they couldn’t afford to wait too long to rack up some good results. Fortunately, the next event was Fenrir’s wheelhouse: the 5 Meter Sprint. “We had a lot of confidence in Fenrir,” said Remus. “None of us wanted to pressure them, but we knew they had the speed to do well.”

Within the event’s opening heat, Fenrir finished second place, losing out to the Indigo Stars’ Diego by one-thousandth of a second. They were disappointed they lost out on the photo finish, but it was still enough to advance to the semifinal, where they put together a brilliant run to handily beat the others. Now, they would be moving on to the final. This was an opportunity for the Wolfpack to get a big points haul early in the Showdown. The final, a rematch between Fenrir and Diego, began with the latter again getting out to an early lead. Fenrir was determined to catch them, and just before the line, that was exactly what they did. In their second-ever Showdown event, the Wolfpack had struck gold. “We were howling with joy,” said Balto. “Fenrir went out there and owned the competition. It was one of the most inspirational things I had ever seen.”

Fenrir lunges past Diego just before the finish line in the 2022 Sprint to give the Wolfpack their first-ever victory in a Marble League Showdown event. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

Fenrir was ecstatic about their first individual event result. “Again, I kept telling myself I could win against all these other marbles. It didn’t matter that they had more experience than me. I knew I had the speed to win it, and that was what happened.”

Following this victory, the Wolfpack sent out their reserve to compete in the Water Race. Perhaps the event’s chaotic nature aligned perfectly with Sheep’s erratic personality. They easily advanced to the final, where they managed to hold off a group of marbles behind them to win silver in the event. The Wolfpack were now in second place overall, just two points out of first. “Sheep’s emotions can be pretty hard to read sometimes,” remarked Remus. “But we could all tell they were feeling pretty happy with how they did.”

A poor handoff doomed the Wolfpack in the Relay Race, but they still ended the day in fourth place overall, well ahead of the teams behind them. They were among a host of surprise championship contenders, all on track to blow away the expectations set on them. Unfortunately for the Wolfpack, the Showdown’s second half of events ended up being much less successful for them. Amassing just 21 points across the four events that day, they slipped back to 6th in the final standings. Balto in particular had a tough day, finishing in the bottom half of both their individual event appearances. “I was pretty disappointed in myself,” lamented the team’s captain. “We had a real shot at the overall podium and had I had done better, we could have done it. I felt like I let my teammates down, but they were still proud of me. I should have felt proud of myself just to be here, after everything I went through over the past couple of years.”

The final standings of the Marble League 2022 Showdown. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

Despite their disappointing second half, the Wolfpack had done more than enough to ensure they would make it to the Marble League 2023 Qualifiers. As that year’s Marble League concluded, the Wolfpack got informed of an off-season holiday race that the Snowballs were hosting in Hailfern. The Wolfpack were eager to compete in an event held closer to home, and Balto saw it as an opportunity to somewhat redeem their lackluster performances in the Showdown. Thus, the team nominated their captain to represent them. 

Despite the course’s difficulty, Balto’s history of snow racing paid dividends as they advanced to the final and finished fifth out of the 32 marbles competing. It might have been a result of an exhibition race, but it was a result Balto took pride in no less. “Balto was happy with how they did, and we were all happy for them,” stated Sirius. “It was a huge confidence booster for them, one they really needed.”

Balto approaches the finish line of the Glassmas Marble Race. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

Now, the team would be heading into a long offseason leading up to the Marble League 2023 Qualifiers, or so they thought. Instead, only a few months had passed before the Wolfpack got contacted by the organizers of Marbula One, where they were shocked to learn they were receiving an invitation to Season 4. “We thought there was no chance we would get an invitation,” recalled Fenrir. “I don’t think we had even discussed who would represent the team if we got invited because we just didn’t expect it to happen at all.” Having already proven their speed at the highest level of competition, Fenrir was an obvious choice. As the team’s captain, Balto wanted to focus on training for the Marble League. Sheep wasn’t interested in participating either, meaning it was between Remus and Sirius for the final spot. The two held a race with each other to decide who would join Fenrir. Sirius won convincingly.

“As much as I wanted to go to Marbula One, I think Sirius was the better choice,” thought Remus. “None of us had any experience with circuit racing, but we figured those two would be able to represent us well.”

Many times before, the Wolfpack had overcome their lack of competitive experience and done well in them anyway. This time, that would not happen, as both Fenrir and Sirius failed to score any points in either of their debut races. During their second race at Sakura Garden, Fenrir would pull off one of the tournament’s most impressive moves: a quintuple overtake in the first sector of lap 6, elevating them into P4. While they could not hold this position, they remained in the top half for the rest of the race, ending in P8, and Sirius followed up that effort with a P8 finish of their own at Greenstone. “It felt like we were starting to build some momentum,” remarked Fenrir, “but we ended up losing it just as quickly as it came to us.”

Fenrir takes advantage of a vacant upper split lane to pass five marbles at once. This was as close as the Wolfpack ever came to running in the top 3. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

Indeed, the Wolfpack looked like they got sent back to square one, as they would go scoreless in five of the last six Grands Prix. While they occasionally made impressive maneuvers to gain a couple of spots, Fenrir and Sirius weren’t quite able to keep up with the pace set by most of the other racers. Their season ended as unceremoniously as possible, with Fenrir being overtaken in the final race’s final turn, capping off a disappointing season with a P20 race finish. Only the Raspberry Racers placed lower than them in the final standings, and even they did not record as many scoreless finishes as the Wolfpack. “I kinda gave up at the end of that last race, and I paid the price for it,” admitted Fenrir. “That was just embarrassing. It summed up our season as a whole. I guess circuit racing just wasn’t our thing.”

Despite their poor performance, hundreds of Wolfpack fans traveled to every Grand Prix to cheer the team on. Those fans’ support was not dependent on how well the team did; just seeing their team present in a competition was all the reason marbles from Pawlaska and abroad needed to come and represent the team’s loyal fanbase. “We knew no matter how we did, we would have the support of Pawlaska behind us,” commented Sirius. “And that meant a lot to us.”

Furthermore, the Wolfpack’s partners in misery during that season of Marbula One, the Raspberry Racers, offered the newcomers some words of encouragement as the season concluded. “We knew they probably didn’t feel too good about themselves for their results,” said Razzy, “so Rizzy and I met up with the Wolfpack and reminded them that Marbula One doesn’t have to define their legacy. Even if circuit racing isn’t their forte, that doesn’t mean they can’t become a successful Marble League team. Look at how different our fortunes have been in those two tournaments.”

“Razzy’s words of encouragement meant a lot to Fenrir and Sirius,” expressed Akela. “I know both of them were disappointed about how their season went, but after that conversation, they seemed a lot more motivated to put it behind them heading into training for the Qualifiers. It’s nice to know that, even at such a competitive level, marbles from different teams can support one another.”

With Marbula One behind them, the Wolfpack again focused on the Marble League 2023 Qualifiers. Five years after first being introduced to the pantheon of marble sports, they will have the opportunity to qualify for the Marble League, a tournament they once only could have dreamed of participating in. Expectations for the team seem to be low, but that doesn’t discourage the Wolfpack at all. In fact, it just might embolden them instead. “I honestly think we perform better when others underestimate us,” concluded Balto. “We’ve shocked the world before, we’re determined to do it again. Even if no one else has confidence in us, we have confidence in ourselves, and as far as we’re concerned, that’s all we need.”

In RetRollSpective, the Wolfpack is a team that has put together their athletic ability and unwavering confidence to defy the odds at every stage they have competed. With everything they have accomplished, only the grandest stage of all waits for them now. Best of luck to the Wolfpack in the near future, keep on rolling!

Thank you to Novawolf for creating the Wolfpack and the lore surrounding the team!

Credits

  • Writer: Novawolf
  • Editors: Edu G. J., Fouc, Laurent Rollon, Pastelle, Phoenix, Smacg13, Stynth
  • Artists: Phoenix, Toffeeshop
  • Graphic Designers: Emmun_Isaac, Jelle’s Marble Runs, Laurent Rollon, Novawolf, Pim Leurs, Tim Ritz
  • Photographers: Jelle’s Marble Runs, Phoenix
  • Release: 30/08/2023

Star Love

There’s something in the stars who we look up to as marble sports fans. What makes them so special to write about?

Soft rains swept across the runway as the commercial jetliner passed over the coast of Sunspot Beach, descending one hundred meters to gently touch down on the runway of Meteorine International. As most of the passengers on the plane clapped, Sulfur noticed Orbit leaning against the cabin, glancing out the window as they passed red and green lights directing aircraft between gates.

“You okay?”

Orbit sighed. “No.” The roster of invited teams to Marbula One Season 4 had been leaked days prior and, despite their Marble ManiaX championship, the Purple Rockets had not been invited. Eleven other teams would also be left out of the tournament and, without a Showdown-level equivalent, would not appear in a JMR event until Marble League 2023. 

“But I’ll try to forget about it while we’re here. I’ll just keep my phone on airplane mode.”

Waiting at the terminal gate, Blaze and Ember tried to keep to themselves, pairing casual streetwear with cool hats as makeshift disguises. But being the only major sports team in the city, any member of the Solar Flares had become pretty recognizable, especially since their debut in Jelle’s Marble Runs.

One marble slowly approached the duo as they were getting coffee. “Hey, I know you’re trying not to be seen, but I’m such a big fan… you two should be proud of what you’ve done to represent us. I’m sorry the rest of your team is holding you back.”

Ember faked a smile, curtly responding, “Thanks.”

Blaze sighed as the “fan” rolled away. “I don’t know how you handle that so well. And I don’t know why fans think they have the right to endlessly smack-talk us, even when we have been underperforming.”

“Good teams get smack-talked too, but it’s easier for fans to target teams with records like ours,” responded Ember. “We have to take it in stride and keep telling ourselves that one day we will prove them wrong.”

Ember gets some coffee as the Purple Rockets’ flight touches down beside Sunspot Beach. (Art Credit: Thinkdoodler)

After spending weeks together at the Solar Flares’ training facility, the Fire House, the Purple Rockets had more than settled in, and dreaded having to leave Meteorine as Season 4 of Marbula One was wrapping up. With Marble League 2023 practice done for the day, Saucer watched Scorch prepare a signature meat stew for dinner as their other team members sat in the living room, focusing on a tense game of Pokémarb against the Flares. “Should we have tried to restart the Classic this year?”

“Royal Stardust would have never let us,” insisted Scorch. “They would rather see a space-themed team win an international championship than compete regionally. Even if that led to the Classic going on hiatus like it did this year.”

“That’s nice of you to say,” admitted Saucer. “I just…get the feeling we could be so much more. And yet, I feel like the most attention we get from fans is in the press. It’s ‘our lore,’ they all say.”

Scorch laughed. “The fact that 1600 more fans have read our RetRollSpective than are fans of us will never not be funny. And depressing. But I’m sure someone besides me will find it funny.”

“But that’s just it,” replied Saucer. “We usually don’t even get a chance to prove ourselves. It’s so easy to get stuck in tournaments that are valued less than something like the League or M1 or even the Rally. And don’t get me started on MX.”

Scorch cringed. “I’d rather not.” 

Saucer opted to turn on the television instead of getting more triggered. What they saw would change everything.

(Design Credit: Emmun_Isaac)

Weeks earlier, the residents of Bright Hyu City had been largely unaware of the Indigo Stars’ plans. Team management had been able to negotiate with city officials peacefully and quietly, securing the funding and permits required to host the city’s first marble sports tournament, the Stars’ first outside of those they competed in that Jelle’s Marble Runs had managed.

In a television appearance on the day of the announcement, captain Indie fearlessly led the team’s CMM interview. “We want to prove to Marblearth how much potential exists within those athletes and teams who may be overlooked by marble sports officials and fans. So we’re hosting our own tournament this offseason – may our stars shine bright over those who join us in Starbula One.”

With Season 4 of Marbula One ending earlier in the month, the city buzzed with excitement as press officials flooded transportation hubs, exceeding expectations for capacity. Residents of the city were both ecstatic and overwhelmed with marbles lining up outside their businesses for goods and traffic building outside of the blocked roads. Local newscasters adjusted their expectations, anticipating the tournament week would be one of the largest boosts to the Bright Hyu economy in history.

(Design Credit: Emmun_Isaac)

The Bright Hyu Bubble exceeded its maximum capacity less than two hours after its box office opened, with fans traveling across Marblearth for the first event of Starbula One. Consisting of five events: a traditional Grand Prix, street circuit, tag-team rally, obstacle course, and nighttime elimination race, the scoring system would be linear among all twelve teams, with the champion of the tournament earning the coveted Gold Star.

Despite repping all twelve teams, fans sat in sections not divided by their fanbases but mixed, hotly debating their teams’ accomplishments and collectively crying over their downturns. The Indigo Stars watched fans pack the stands shortly before Coach Ringo called their attention.

“This is the most important tournament of our lives. When we start rolling out there, we have to prove not just our potential but the potential of other teams to compete with us. And if we don’t succeed, we’ll have to own it. We’ll have to own that we’re not ‘good enough’ for something as competitive as Marbula One.”

“What if that’s true, even if we do well? What if—no, I don’t need to try to solve that. I don’t need to give in to that thought…” Gogo trailed off, taking a deep breath as they progressively calmed down.

Coach Ringo turned to Indie. “You ready for this?”

“Of course. Meds taken, I hydrated, I’m pretty convinced there’s no chance I’ll experience an episode during the race.”

“Then you’re on.”

(Design Credits: Novawolf, Spex, & Stynth; Logo Credits: Tim Ritz; Photo Credits: Jelle’s Marble Runs; Rendering Credits: Spex)
(Design Credits: Jack Ironhide, JoViridian, & Novawolf; Photo Credits: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

Indie rolled out to the arena’s overwhelming applause, greeting their fellow marble athletes with a quick bump as they ascended the elevator to the starting gate. 

“There’s something in the air tonight, and it’s not just the stars – it’s the thrill of racing! It is my absolute pleasure to be here with all of you to kick off Starbula One…I’m Sugar, and our twelve competitors are excited to begin racing, but first, they must qualify…19 turns on the Starbula One Circuit, that ‘Little Star’ sector is going to be the most interesting feature…”

Knowing they needed one of the six fastest laps to qualify for Q2, Indie executed a time of 21.79 seconds to open the tournament, crossing the finish line as Skip began their qualifying run. At the end of Q1, their time fell outside of the top six, leaving Indie in P8 on the starting grid for the Starbula One GP. They watched with Rojo Dos as Wuspy, Yellow, Minty Flav, Skip, Snowy, and Dash – all having competed in Marbula One before – rolled back to the starting gate for Q2.

“It’s been a while since I was out there, but qualifiers don’t mean everything. I’ve raced in Grands Prix where I was able to recover spots and others tumbled down the order,” Dos commented. “We’re bound to see position changes.”

With Yellow snagging pole position ahead of Snowy and Dash as they took the inside line of the S-split, Rojo Dos smiled and turned to Indie. “You posed a formidable challenge to Uno during that Practice Race – I expect you’ll do the same here. May the best marble win.”

“And that’s Yellow’s second pole in circuit racing history!” exclaimed Sugar. “They have to be happy about that, but we know Snowy and Wuspy are looking for some success too…and how about that star section? We saw Minty Flav and Skip rush too hard into it and lose momentum, we’ll have to see how athletes can recover during the main race.”

It was then that Indie remembered what Red Eye had told them two years prior, “It’s when you battle for the lead that you have to race like no one else is watching.” Today, I think I will, thought Indie as they slotted into the starting gate among their competitors, watching the race lights above them boot up.

As the Bright Hyu Bubble lights its dome in stars, Yellow waits at pole position for the race to start. (Art Credit: Thinkdoodler)

“Lights are on at the Starbula One Circuit…and we are rolling!” The starting gate lifted, and all 12 racers rounded the turn. “Rolling! And we have a big burst of speed from the midpack – Yellow and Snowy are holding on – but watch for Indie, who’s just risen two spots!”

Throughout the race, Yellow and Snowy battled neck-and-neck for the lead that Snowy would eventually usurp on Lap 10, nailing the inside line throughout the star sector to amass clear distance. As other athletes tried to cheat the Little Star and lose positions, athletes in the midpack took their time and steadily gained positions.

True to the Coach’s words, Indie had been ready for this, and they concluded with a bronze. 

“I knew if anyone could do it, it’d be you,” Ringo said from beside them. They’d immediately come to congratulate the Star on the first race of the tournament.

“Don’t congratulate me too quickly,” Indie swiftly dismissed, “We still have four more events.”

“You can do it, I know you can,” Ringo spoke with a tone of utmost confidence. “Go out there and make me proud.”

Two more athletes had something to be proud of for this race as well. 

“Oh, it feels SO good to be on a track again!” Snowy exclaimed while rolling around excitedly. “I guess I still have it in me. I was afraid I’d lost it.”

“You gotta be kidding me Snowy, you’re one of the best out there. It’s an honor to get second to you.” Yellow spoke with a slight grin. “Something does feel good about racing.”

“It’s the thrill of the race, the feeling of the wind, I could go on.” Snowy pondered their reasoning in their head for a bit. “But most of all, I think it’s the feeling of all the fans’ love for you. And it feels like that here. It feels like home.”

“Yeah. I get that. You’ve explained it better than I ever could.” Yellow replied with a glance to the stands and happiness in their heart.

The standings after Event 1 of Starbula One. (Design Credit: Laurent Rollon)

The second race of the tournament would lead racers through the streets of Bright Hyu City with the fans overlooking the circuit from every building open to them. Everything was in place with the streets closed off from regular city traffic.

“How’d you get all this arranged?” Minty Drizzel asked Bingo, who was beside them.

“It took a lot of negotiation with the city officials, but they were happy to let us host. Maybe one day we’ll host a real Marbula race!” They replied.

Once the chatter had died, the racers were off down the streets, streaking through Bright Hyu Boulevard. The pack was close at first but spread out through various twists and turns. The street race was much tighter than a normal Marbula One race, thus every decision could make or break a run. Wospy shot right off the gate, shouldering their way past other marbles. Snowstorm and Crush weren’t far behind, and Limelime, Radiance, and Rojo Cuatro trailed behind them.

“And they’re off!” Sugar, formally of the Jawbreakers, announced. “A brilliant pass by Sea, they’ve jumped up four positions! Leap jumps forward as well, but can’t hold it! Sea is near the front now, and what’s this, they’re neck-in-neck with Wospy!”

The turns continued to allow some racers to continue forward and push others behind. Finally, they came over the finish line one by one and waited for the results with bated breath.

“It’s a photo finish! Let’s see here… Reviewing the footage, it looks like Sea finished a hundredth of a second ahead of Wospy, and here comes Snowstorm with the bronze!”

Having finished fourth, Crush gave Sea a celebratory bump. “Great job getting ahead early on!”

Sea laughed. “I had to – you kept the temperature high up and down the boulevard.” The racers rolled off amid cheers from the fans.

Sea poses on top of an art installation, celebrating their Bright Hyu Blvd. gold. (Photo Credit: PippinPlover)

The third event was a much more straightforward course, but a tag-team relay featuring all five competitors. Teams lined up alongside one another but would race one by one to try and make the best time. 

“Welcome to the Five-Star Relay!” Sugar’s voice piped up once again. “And starting us off in reverse championship order will be the Minty Maniacs!”

The standings after Event 2 of Starbula One. (Design Credit: Laurent Rollon)

After a first run by the Maniacs, each rolled down the course one by one and each handoff was smoother than the last. After every team’s run, deafening cheers could be heard from each fan stand. The Solar Flares were next, followed by the Jungle Jumpers. When Rojo Cinco crossed the line for the Rojo Rollers, thunderous applause could be heard. They had set the best time yet.

The relay went on, each team watching the others try and mentally comb through the various strategies. The Limers came soon after the Rollers and managed to set a time just under theirs. More teams came racing down, but it was the Indigo Stars themselves whose teamwork paid off the best. 

“Gogo sprints down the anchor leg – and that’s the best time yet! The Indigo Stars have done it!” 

Sugar kept talking, but the screaming of the home fans’ chants of “Go Go Indigo!” And “Indigo Stars Best Team!” drowned out what they were saying. Down on the course, the Stars grabbed each other in a big group hug as tears of joy rolled down their faces.

The Indigo Stars celebrate their Five-Star Rally gold by uncapping a bottle of biodegradable glitter in their botanical garden. (Photo Credit: PippinPlover)

“This next event is one of the most interesting…” Sugar narrated, “Welcome to the Asteroid Field! Here you’ll see many obstacles and special features to traverse! May the best marble win!” 

A hush fell over the crowd.

“But, ah, I should probably clarify that there are no fidget spinners involved.”

The standings after Event 3 of Starbula One. (Design Credit: Laurent Rollon)

The crowd and racers breathed a sigh of relief as the racers took off. Hop sailed through the course with ease, tearing down the giant funnel at the end in record time. “Let’s just say I know a marble,” they quipped once crossing the line, bumping one of their technical directors on the way to the sideline. 

Back on the field, Flare got caught up on a bumper that was right in their racing line. As they slowed to a crawl, Saucer sped ahead, approaching the final to Sugar’s shock. 

“And Saucer has blasted right through the wall obstacles! Wow, what a run – good enough for silver, but Hop is still in the lead!” said Sugar, punctuating the run by the Purple Rocket as Goolime, representing the Limers, slammed into the first barrier and sprinted forward.

“Getting caught up on the wall at first hit – Wow! That’s the best race we’ve seen all day!” Sugar gasped as Goolime found a nearly dead-on path through every obstacle, from the curtain hurdles and beam splitters to the Plinko board. “Making up for a sour start, Goolime has pulled through! You would need a miracle of a run to beat that!”

No such miracle was to be had, as lesser results from Montoya, Yellah, and Rojo Uno locked in the Limer’s position. Once all was said and done, Goolime stood and bathed in the cheers of “Go Lime!”

“Believe in the Limers prophecy!” roared Goolime, their fans cheering even louder. “It’s an odd year, which means that it’s OUR year!”

Goolime presents their Asteroid Field gold to a gaggle of Limers fans. (Photo Credit: PippinPlover)

The sun had set enough to reveal stars glimmering above; below, Sugar was preparing. Their commentary career after the Jawbreakers disbanded sent them around regional circuits. But now, in their booth and in front of cameras streaming to Marblearth, they felt the heat.

“Action… drama… the event to decide the biggest star is on!” broadcasted Sugar. “In this inaugural Starbula One Championship, we saw veterans and rookies battle in every race in this five-event tournament. But it is this moment, tonight’s Indigo Gauntlet, that decides who deserves the highest glory…

“In this series of elimination races, twelve racers start but whoever ends up crossing the line last leaves the stage. We will keep going, round by round, until the top two battle for the win.

“But every round matters for our top four overall, with just three points between them all. The permutations are straightforward: an early elimination for any of the top four teams could be a title lost…”

The standings after Event 4 of Starbula One. (Design Credit: Laurent Rollon)

Each team’s racer, seven of them captains, was at a gate two turns from Bright Hyu Boulevard. This elimination race had no obstacles or contraptions like in the Marble League. But as soon as the gate opened, it was chaos: each racer pushing for position against one another.

“And we are rolling in this first round, where it’s just about making it down Bright Hyu Boulevard—But one second, it looks like Yellup is gone!” announced Sugar. “Well, gone off the track, as they lost their grip after contact and bumped a light post on the corner! Some medics are there to double-check, but it looks like Mellow Yellow is out.”

“Whoa, wait a second,” said Rojo Tres to Diego of the Stars after that round. “Is that a legal move or not? I thought y’all would put barriers around those corners.”

With a sheepish laugh, Diego replied: “Sorry, this is part of the plan! We thought the last race should be a bit more intense.”

Those words were locked in Rojo Tres’s mind in the next round of the gauntlet. They and the Oceanics’ Aqua were side by side in the last group when the Rojo Roller slowed down before the turn. Aqua accelerated for the overtake, only for Rojo Tres to bump them from the back and send Aqua straight into the wall.

Aqua screeched to a halt in time, but only so Sugar could commentate: “Another hard racing move from Rojo Tres, and it looks like Aqua will be the last to finish! The first of the four top teams, the Oceanics, is out of the race!”

The race’s first rounds rewarded strategy and timing over the racers’ raw talent. Those who knew how to avoid contact early could break away with the lead. The twists in each round’s results reflected as much. In Round 3, Lemonlime of the Limers, trying to roll back onto the main road after a wide turn, made contact with and transferred all their momentum to Diego coming around the corner. Diego claimed second-to-last and the Limers last, knocking another top-four team out. 

“It’s everything or nothing now for the Midnight Wisps and the Snowballs,” said Sugar. “But how about the Solar Flares that round? Blaze opened up a lead right away to win that round for their struggling team.”

Like in the Marble League, each round moved back the opening gate further to extend the course.  By Round 6, the track snaked from the city’s central plaza through streets and alleys. That round eliminated Jump of the Jungle Jumpers, though the action was on the group of Blaze, Wispy, and Diego, who kept the lead back and forth between them. 

At the finish line, out of respect, Wispy tried saying to Diego, “I didn’t know how good you are.” But even as they belted it out, they couldn’t get Diego’s attention while they soaked in the cheering from home fans crowded in the stands.

On the other side, Snowy had some laughs with Blaze and Orbit. “I have to admit, I don’t know where Meteorine is on the map,” said Snowy. “But I know I’ll train with your team after this… maybe relay some of my Marbula One knowledge.”

“Well, we wouldn’t mind you relaying some now!” said Orbit.

“Let’s not go too far,” said Snowy. “I still have a championship to win.”

Diego trails Wispy during a stretch of the Indigo Gauntlet as Snowy gets a big boost from several lengths behind. (Art Credit: Toffeeshop)

By Round 8 of the Indigo Gauntlet, only five racers remained: Diego, Snowy, Wispy, Orbit, and Blaze. Every elimination from then happened in its own dramatic way.

Wispy placed fifth after a failed overtake attempt on Blaze in the Bright Hyu Plaza, instead getting blocked right in front by the Solar Flare the entire second half. “What an amazing defensive effort from Blaze, that has an Indigo home crowd cheering!” announced Sugar at the finish. With a quick bow to their opponent and a “good luck,” Wispy hurried out the track and into the horizon.

Diego of the Indigo Stars, who was already gasping for air two rounds ago, fell behind racing pace early on in Round 9. “Silence is falling on Bright Hyu, as the fans come to terms with Diego’s elimination,” announced Sugar. “But I hear another round of applause, growing louder and louder as Diego reaches the finish! There are still permutations where the Stars end with a podium, in third place.”

Round 10 began, and Orbit of the Purple Rockets sped down a course that began in one of the new botanical gardens sponsored by the Stars, towards the opposite end of Bright Hyu Boulevard. Suddenly, they noticed Blaze was nowhere to be found, and Snowy of the Snowballs was many lengths ahead. The Purple Rocket could hear echoes of the commentator’s booth up ahead:

“What a stunner! Blaze, right out the gate, is gassed and veered off the track! And as long as they make it to the final round, the Snowballs have won Starbula One! The Northern North Lights are shining tonight for the Snowballs, their first marble sports tournament win in three years!”

Orbit rolled in too late to see Snowy celebrating with the team members at the finish line. The two of them rolled up to the start, with every surrounding cheer making Orbit feel a little smaller to the Marbula legend at their side. After a silent ascent, the Purple Rocket suddenly heard Snowy talking to them:

“Hey… there’s still a gold medal on the line, right? I’m going to give it my all. It’s no fun if you don’t do the same. It’s time to write your own lore.”

The Snowballs, champions of Starbula One, pose with their Gold Star. (Photo Credit: PippinPlover)

“And off we go with the final head-to-head matchup of the tournament!” said Sugar. “And right at the start, it’s Orbit and Snowy side by side out of the Bright Hyu Parkway! There’s no collisions, no tricky business, just clean racing at a pace faster than anything yet!”

They weaved back and forth around each other going through Downtown Bright Hyu, as cheering around them just droned on against the heat of competition. They both slowed into the final tight corners into Bright Hyu Boulevard. As they reached the final stretch of the Indigo Gauntlet, Orbit felt the world fade away: all they could think of was accelerating and hearing the wind blow around them.

Then, the world exploded into noise. Orbit opened their eyes and saw a feed of Sugar on the Jumbotron: “In one of the greatest photo finishes I’ve seen, Orbit just pipped the lead from Snowy in a photo finish! By two-thousandths of a millisecond!” Now Orbit noticed that the Stars fans were throwing confetti onto them.

Back to Sugar: “And this gold means the Purple Rockets claim third place in Starbula One – by one point!” Orbit noticed their teammates squeezing through the crowds, rolling toward them with the widest grins.

The final standings for Starbula One. (Design Credit: Laurent Rollon)
Donning their gold from the Indigo Gauntlet, Orbit looks across Lavender Bay with their team, watching the next boat of marble sports athletes arrive on Isle Hyu. (Photo Credit: PippinPlover)

Time seemed to stand still as the boats drew across Lavender Bay, painting a rippling canvas of colorful stars in the sea’s reflection. The symphony of the sounds of sports fans blended with the light breeze, fading as they approached the lush tropical reserve of Isle Hyu. The crown jewel of untouched natural beauty, reaching towards the bay with its low-hanging palms, glowed tonight with a faint yet familiar blue light to those who approached.

“They’re here too?” asked Wispy. “I thought Willow Wisps were native to Helarve.”

Coach Ringo looked puzzled as they rolled off the boat, then they gasped. Sure enough, they could spot a face forming in the blue light as it grew closer, smiling upon the Midnight Wisps donning their silver stars. “We’ve never seen them here before – there’s so much about this island that we don’t know about.”

Wuspy spun around to the delight of the Willow Wisps, which smiled and copied their movement before rushing into the forest. Coach Ringo followed, beckoning other Starbula One athletes to join them.

Similar to their hikes through Midnight Hollow National Park, the forest was dimly lit by a neon blue light – dubbed by Harvans as the “Wisps’ Way” of guiding travelers. The Way faded as a bright orange light flared in the distance – a campfire, carefully (and legally) distanced away from the forest’s flora on one of the park’s signature features, Rainbeau Coast.

Four marbles were huddled around the campfire, donning marble racing uniforms of different palettes. “Right on time,” said Momo. “Congratulations on a successful showing out there.”

“Oh, and surprise,” added Aryp.

Outside, the stars shone over thickets of indigo daisies and honeysuckle. Aryp and Momo, joined by Frost and Royal, looked out to see more marbles emerging from the shadows. One donned the same cerulean blue as Royal, and two were in orange. One with red vanes peeked from the shadows as the one joining them had a streak of yellow cutting through maroon.

(Art Credit: Toffeeshop)

For a moment rarely found in marble sports, marbles mingled without tension in the open air, sharing stories from home and anecdotes from their competition, exchanging contact info and memes, and even taking selfies together.

Hours felt like minutes as the colorful stars began fading, giving way to a massive ball of flame peeking over the ocean’s horizon. Just before daybreak, coaches rounded up their marble athletes to begin their voyage back to the city. A small group of athletes elected to stay behind, promising they would follow just after sunrise.

The athletes listened to nature stir from its slumber for some time before one of them spoke up. “You know, you don’t need to hear this from me…but I think you’ll do fine in Marbula One when you finally get invited.”

“I appreciate the gesture, but you’re right – we didn’t need to hear that from you because that’s not why we hosted this tournament. And you knew that already, Speedy.”

Speedy opened their mouth as if to say something, then paused. Indie continued, “It’s not just the fans, media attention, or race officials that overlook our potential, and what hurts the most is when it’s our fellow athletes. All of our careers, we’ve had to realize our own narratives. When all you do is win in all the events that get all the attention, I can see why it might be hard for you to understand.”

(Photo Credit: PippinPlover)

Waves crashed along the shore. Speedy exhaled deeply. “In all of the years I’ve competed… no one has ever put my feelings into better words than you did.”

Indie gazed back at the Marbula One Champion, speechless.

“This isn’t the time or place to share my story. It’s yours. But you’re right – you shouldn’t need to prove yourself to others to be able to do that. I hope you know you deserve as much love as any other marble sports athlete. You, your team, and your fanbase are entitled to that love and so much more.” 

Speedy rolled off without another word, leaving those who remained on the beach, now being kissed with a sierra hue from the sunrise.

Indie turned, light refracting from their uniform into the sand next to Blaze and Orbit. “You okay?”

“We will be,” Orbit replied.

“Thanks,” Blaze answered softly. “For all of this.”

“No. Thank you.”

Credits

  • Writers: Fouc, PippinPlover, Stynth
  • Editor: Smacg13
  • Artists: Jack Ironhide, JoViridian, Thinkdoodler, Toffeeshop
  • Graphic Designers: Emmun_Isaac, Laurent Rollon, Novawolf, Spex, Stynth, Tim Ritz
  • Photographers: Jelle’s Marble Runs, PippinPlover
  • Release: 21/07/2023

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M1S4 Memo #10: Three Stories Around the Square

Rapidly always loved to watch Speedy race. They’d always favored exhilarating sharp turns and aggressive chases, clawing for positions until the very end. Even after all this time, they still ran every race like it was their first – like they still had something to prove. 

A lot had happened since that first race. Back then it was the most important thing in the world to Speedy who’d begged and pleaded for weeks on end to convince Rapidly it was for the greater good that they skip class to go to the local competition. In actuality, Speedy had felt left behind in the Maroon Missile’s winning streak and just wanted to have a trophy to put next to Rapidly’s mounting collection.

“You know you’re a little small to be running in this category,” Rapidly had warned as the pair rolled side by side down to the arena. “They won’t go easy on you.”

“I won’t be going easy on them either,” Speedy had chirped. “I’m gonna win for sure!”

Rapidly grinned. “Maybe like a nice 15th?”

“15th?! Only 18 marbles are competing!”

“I’m messing with you.” Speedy had scowled at their reply. “Speedy, wherever you end up, I’ll always be cheering for you, okay?”

Rapidly had cheered louder than anyone else at the podium ceremony, laughing as Speedy had struggled to hoist the trophy – nearly dropping it off the stage. But today, with the help of Swifty, they held it up firm and proud. 

They wondered if Speedy could still see them from up there.

It would be a while later until they’d get their answer, waiting patiently in the paddock until the champions could finish their media duties. 

Swifty spotted them first, calling out for them through the crowds as Quickly and Speedy needed to catch up. “You never mentioned coming to Veglass,” they cried, lifting Rapidly up into an embrace.

“I didn’t know I was coming until Quickly sent me tickets last night,” Rapidly chuckled as Swifty spun them around, red streaks blurring their vision.

When the world stopped spinning, Speedy and Quickly had closed the gap to Swifty. Rapidly held their breath. They hoped whatever reaction Speedy had would be as large as the distance between them these past few months, but to their disappointment, they just blankly stared. 

Rapidly stared back.

Ten weeks apart and neither of them could think of what to say. On Rapidly’s part, there was nothing to say – they’d trained, cooked half as much, grew chamomile in the windowsill, and waited for calls. Nothing had changed for them, but Speedy should have been bursting with stories, teeming with pride, ready to talk after all this time.

“Um… good work out there,” Rapidly nodded.

“Yeah, good work Speedster!” Swifty beamed, giving them a light bump. An awkward silence followed as Quickly shifted their gaze between the two siblings and sighed.

“Well… Rapidly we’re glad you could make it,” Quickly paused. “We were just about to go out to celebrate, why don’t you tag along?”

Rapidly swallowed, hoping that Speedy would at least second the suggestion, but they remained unreadable. They got the message.

“I’ll catch up with you later – I’m a little tired from the flight over,” Rapidly said, forcing a smile.

“Whatever you say, Maroon Missile!” Swifty cheered, dragging Speedy away with them.

Once they’d dipped out of sight, Rapidly crumpled like a soda can in a hydraulic press. This wasn’t how they wanted things to play out. 

“They still think I’ve made the wrong choice,” Rapidly sighed. “I’m an idiot.”

Quickly crouched down beside their athlete. “I don’t think that’s quite right.”

“I know Speedy better than anybody. That’s got to be a disappointment – they don’t call, they don’t text, now they won’t even talk to me. They think I’m a quitter.”

Quickly suppressed a laugh. “Rapidly, what does Speedy do when they disagree with me?”

“Argue?” They groan, remembering all the flights stuck with the two.

“Right, argue. Argue with me on the phone, over text, and face-to-face. If they think you’re wrong, they’ll let you know loud and clear.” 

Quickly patted them, but Rapidly still wouldn’t face them.

“ If I’d just tried a little harder, practiced more, didn’t get so inside my head I could have made it work. Speedy spent all that time convincing you to give me another chance and in the end, I chose to leave. They have every right to be angry with me.”

“They aren’t angry with you,” Quickly said. “They might not fully understand your choice, or even agree with it, but they respect that it’s what you wanted. That you made the right call for yourself.”

Rapidly tried to mull it over, but their mind drew a blank. That was okay, though – they didn’t have to say anything until they were ready.

“I am a bit hungry,” was their reply.

“Well then, we better get going. Those two are bound to get lost in the city if we don’t catch up to them,” Quickly faintly smirked as they made a motion for the door.

It was going to work out. Not today, but Rapidly knew it was going to work out.

It wasn’t gold, but it certainly felt like it. 

It was all a blur if Bumble was being honest. Finales were always emotional, and this one was no different. For now, they stood atop the podium with dizzying elation. A silver. Bumble’s silver. Red Eye, Speedy…Bumble. Red Eye had blitzed past them with their signature terrifying speed, of course, but it didn’t change the fact that they were standing next to them now.

Stinger had rushed down to the track and enveloped them in a tight hug, the fans’ screams of delight echoing around them. Once upon a time, they’d stared each other down with animosity; today, they were lifting each other and celebrating together. It was the worst first attempt at popping the champagne in marble sports history, but Bumble didn’t care.

They’d remember this day forever.

The celebrations were still ringing in their head when they stepped back into Buzzpig. Their teammates were waiting for them outside – at first sight, Honey and Swax had nearly tackled them to the floor in joy.

“You brought out everything for the last race, didn’t you?” Honey said, smiling warmly.

“You know it,” Bumble affirmed. “Gotta give it everything you got, no matter when and where. It was tough for most of the season, but it paid off.” As if hearing their words, their new medal glinted in the sunlight.

Swax was wearing a more casual grin, but no less proud than Honey’s. “Obviously. It was bound to happen eventually.”

“If you say so,” Bumble laughed. “I don’t know how to describe it, but I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

“Racing stays with you, even when you leave,” commented Swax. “It’s part of you.”

Bumble held up the medal, letting it gleam in full sun. “I’ll take it as a sign that there’s more to come in the Marble League. If we’re hosting, we’d better make it one to remember.”

Honey leaned in. “You haven’t caught up at all for hosting! They’ll remember it, alright – there’s no way we won’t impress after everything we’ve done.”

Swax glanced at them. “Are we still talking about the League or your baklava recipe?”

“My baklava recipe has nothing to do with this,” said Honey.

“You’ve been modifying it for years when it’s already perfect. You even made a batch this morning -”

“You did?” Bumble interrupted. 

Honey froze, then glared briefly at Swax. “That was meant to be a surprise.” 

Bumble laughed. “I figured the celebrations weren’t ending soon. Where’s Stinger and Hive? They need to join in too…”

Elsewhere, Stinger and Hive watched the other half of the Bumblebees team.

“What was it like?” Hive asked.

“It could have been better, but I don’t regret it,” Stinger admitted. “I appreciate the second chance, though. I don’t mean M1 – I didn’t think I’d get to wear this uniform again at all.”

“That’s what second chances are for, right?” Hive said. “We’re Bumblebees now. And Bumble’s right – let’s make this upcoming Marble League one to remember.”

The mad marble is really gonna do it again. This wasn’t the first race Red Eye had ever won, and given it was their fourth podium of the season, there wasn’t much reason to be shocked that the Crimson Cat would lay another one down at the end. But Yellow Eye found themself thinking it anyway, wondering why they were ever in doubt of their teammate clawing their way onto the final podium.

Yellow Eye peered out onto the track from the Crazy Cat’s Eyes’ pit room to cheer Red Eye on as they flew past the grandstand along the straightaway and weaved through the final turn to finish three seconds ahead of Bumble.

“It should’ve been you out there all along.”

Yellow Eye turned around to see Blue Eye roll up behind them and raise an eyebrow.

“This season, I mean. We probably could’ve hit the podium if you raced last week instead of me.

Cheers erupted from the stadium, contrasting Blue Eye’s somber face. Blue Eye must have picked up on this dissonance from the quizzical look on Yellow Eye’s face because they continued, “I just can’t help but think after this win, how much higher we could’ve gotten if some marble better than I raced, you know?”

“Hey, you showed me up at the Turnpike!” Yellow Eye joked. When Blue Eye’s expression changed, Yellow Eye sighed.

“I’m serious. You raced that track better than I did in two seasons. And yeah, it wasn’t perfect, but you taught me what works and what doesn’t.”

“I only knew that because I watched you through…”

“Exactly. That’s how a team works, silly,” Yellow Eye pressed. “We watch each other. We learn from each other. You’re careful and methodical. I’m headstrong and fast. We both have flaws and strengths and if I return to the circuit next season, I’ll be better for taking this year off and learning from you, even if you had more missteps than me. Have you seen how Swifty never took their eyes off Speedy on their weeks off? Even this sport has a team championship for a reason.”

Yellow Eye could see Blue Eye’s mind processing what Yellow Eye had just said. Yellow Eye had always been fine charging into the next race even after repeated stumbles, but Blue Eye needed a bit more of a cerebral pep talk to pick them up once in a while.

“You know Red Eye has been watching you all season, right?” Yellow Eye said. Blue Eye looked up, a hint of surprise on their face. “Just like they watched me. I know it’s hard to play second fiddle to a legend, but Red Eye’s where they are in no small part to spending all these years learning from us, too. They’re no different from us in that regard.”

Blue Eye slowly nodded, brightening a little and chuckling. “When did you become the smart one, huh?”

Yellow Eye grinned. “Let’s go and cheer for our captain at this closing ceremony. We might catch them saying something cheesy, like ‘I’d never have gotten here without my teammates.’”

Red Eye, Bumble, and Speedy atop the podium at the Casino Square. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

Credits

Going All In

In Marbula One, champions don’t boil down to just their best racer. Teams that were once broken can learn to lift each other up.

“Another Day”

by Stynth

A flash of orange blinded Rango, coach of the O’rangers, as their private plane touched down at sunrise. They stepped down onto the runway incognito, donning sunglasses and a Poker Face suit curated by 52Styles, taking a breath of fresh air as engines of commercial jetliners roared in the distance, waiting for their escort to arrive.

Rango had been as involved in coaching Clementin and Orangin as they were in pursuit of the O’rangers’ Season 3 championship; using the same tactics that kept the duo towards the top of the standings, Mandarin had been as optimistic as ever that despite their midpack status, the O’rangers would triumph by Season 4’s end. It was Coach Rango that put pressure on themself when things didn’t go as hoped. After watching Clem finish in a dismal 11th at the Sleet Street GP, the coach urgently requested a meeting with the O’rangers manager.

Clementin hits the split approaching the ramp with three laps remaining in the Sleet Street GP. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

Mandarin laughed. “Why are you worried? I’ve never seen Clem and Orangin have this much trust in each other. I wish you could trust yourself as much as they do.”

Rango sighed. “I wish I could, too. But I’m different than them – they’re siblings, and I’m not even related to y’all – why do you trust me to get this right? Because I got it right last year?”

“Because you’re an O’ranger. And you don’t have to be related to us to be an O’ranger. We all share that orange pride in everything we do, and few represent our spirit as much as you.”

Coach Rango paused, remembering when they cheered to O’rangers fans as they scaled a palm tree at the Iris Oasis. “If that’s true, you can trust me to step back. And you can trust Clem and Orangin to take the season from here.”

The O’rangers celebrate their Season 3 victory at Iris Oasis. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

It had been days since Rango had spoken up at a training session. The coach remained present for public appearances, answering questions from the press and posing with their racing duo, flashing smiles as wide as one of Clem’s donuts. Away from the cameras, Rango kept their distance from the rest of their team and hadn’t spoken to Mandarin since their meeting. 

Spotting the same palm tree hanging over the Iris Oasis in downtown Felynia, Rango motioned to the driver to let them off there. Rolling out of the car, Rango watched as the tree’s leaves sprawled toward the still water, and a marble, sitting against its trunk, gazed into their reflection. “Coach,” they called out as they rolled to the shore.

White Eye didn’t flinch. “I got your message,” they said quietly, almost to themself. “You didn’t tell me, but I know why you’re here. You want to know what it’s like to win again when your team is so popular that it won’t matter to your fans whether you succeed or not.”

A moment passed. “I shouldn’t be so harsh. Quickly told me once that there will always be too many pairs of judging eyes, anticipating the moment you fail.”

“Quickly can be brash,” said Rango. “You’re just being honest.”

White Eye sighed. “I guess what I’m trying to say is…winning doesn’t mean anything if you don’t trust yourself. As accomplished as I felt when Red and I hoisted last year’s Racer’s Championship trophy, I still felt guilty we couldn’t win for our team.” 

Rango noticed White Eye was no longer looking at their reflection in the oasis. Their eyes fixated on The Prize, a sculpture gifted to Felynia depicting themself, Red Eye, and Yellow Eye hoisting the Season 2 trophy into the air.

With The Prize in the distance, Rango and White Eye reflect on their careers. (Art Credit: Toffeeshop)

“But I’m starting to realize it’s not my responsibility to defend every choice I make, despite every outcome I face. It’s unhealthy to put that kind of pressure on myself, and more productive to have hope. So let me ask you again. Why do you put that pressure on yourself?”

At first, Rango didn’t know how to respond. What came next were fragments of their life story, which they pieced together amidst profuse apologies for “oversharing” and “acting nonsensical”: having grown up in foster care, learning to advocate for themself with the skeleton of a support system, pursuing a management degree towards the bottom of their class, and somehow, with a stroke of luck, landing a job with their favorite marble sports team after organizing a charity event for disadvantaged youth during their ML2017 victory parade.

“No, thank you for trusting me,” replied White Eye. “All of this makes perfect sense. The only thing that doesn’t make sense is why you don’t feel you’re worthy of being an O’ranger when you dedicated yourself to ensuring their success when you didn’t have to, when your overwhelming, outstanding fanbase would support you no matter what. That’s the orange spirit.

You told yourself that one day, you would experience what it was like to win. I promise there will be another day that you, Coach Rango, will believe in yourself again.”

Parting with a light bump up on each other, Coach White Eye departed to begin their training routine for the day. For a moment, Coach Rango spent some time gazing into their reflection from the Iris Oasis. An orange blur, caused by the slightest breeze of wind, gazed back.

Another moment passed as Rango took out their phone to make a quick call. “Hey, Tang. Is Mandarin there? Tell them I’m coming home. I’ll see them at Clem’s training later.”

“The Last Dance”

by Fouc

Swifty read through Quickly’s letter one more time. When the Marbula One rookie wore their heart on their sleeve to Whizzy last month, they didn’t expect the Coach themselves to play therapist. Swifty opened up about how awkward it was to be with Speedy – a captain who seemed they could care less about their teammate’s performance.

“Force Speedy to consider you their equal,” Quickly had said then – and still wrote now, laid down in bullet points about keeping your composure or sounding like a tough marble.

Waiting in front of Swifty at the Casino Square Circuit, their racing partner was ready to climb the belt. “Start it on the slowest gear,” Speedy had ordered the stewards. “It helps me mentally.”

“Speedy, my buddy!” exclaimed Swifty. They were five words in before the veteran racer cut them off. “You know I practice alone.”

“It’s…” Swifty glanced at the letter again. “It’s not about what we want. It’s for the good of the team.” Speedy turned their back again. “It’s a race, not a relay.”

Now the letter slipped away. Swifty rolled around Speedy, and they stared at each other. “Captain, this race is too important for us not to talk it over.”

With a push away and a leap, Speedy was off the track and rolling away. Swifty whipped past the team garages, accelerating in pursuit. Off they went toward the horizon until they disappeared behind clouds of dust.

One bystander, Mallard of the Green Ducks, remarked: “I don’t quite quack what’s the deal with those two.” Billy, next to them, was all smiles: “I’d just let them be, marb! Maybe the Speeders want to freak us out!”

Swifty leading the pack at the O’raceway. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

The sun lay low above the sand plains beyond Las Veglass. Still giving chase to Speedy, Swifty could still notice the Speeder ahead was slowing down. The two were finally rolling at each other’s side, Swifty about to raise their voice, when Speedy made contact.

That first hit didn’t hurt, but slamming into a boulder to Swifty’s right did. Their following ricochet into Speedy stopped Swifty in their tracks, letting the one ahead speed down the incline up ahead. Once again, just as Swifty was close to screaming at Speedy, they butted in first.

“I’m sorry that had to happen,” shouted Speedy from afar. “But do you see where you need training? You lack physicality. You thought you could overtake me when I checked you. Just like I checked four racers at Rosaka.”

“Oh, is that the greatest of all time’s secret?!” yelled back Swifty. “How well did your bullying work when Cloudy and Royal beat you? You should study how I pulled back at Greenstone to control my racing line! I won the race there!”

Speedy stopped rolling and turned. “You pay no attention to others. Wasn’t it clear I tried exactly that at Misty Mountain?”

With that, the two of them were racing again. Though the dry heat weighed on them, keeping track of the other maroon blur was all the motivation they needed.

Three lead changes from the Speeders: overtaking Royal at Sakura Garden,
Clementin at Misty Mountain, and Rima at Greenstone. (Art Credit: Thinkdoodler)

It was dusk when the two Speeders raced back to the circuit grounds. Every breath Swifty took felt like hot air until they noticed Speedy giving them a quick embrace.

“Thanks for that,” said the Speeders captain. “I haven’t raced that hard with anyone other than Rapidly. Let’s do it again tomorrow.”

Fatigue, shock or joy: whatever Swifty felt, it came out as a dry coughing fit first. Only after some deep breaths did they settle down and ask:  “Oh wow, then what was training like with Rapidly?”

“We are each other’s worst critic,” said Speedy. “We race hard and yell out every weakness we see in each other. I’d rather hear it from family than from a rival in defeat.”

For the first time all season, Speedy had small talk to share with their teammate. They gossipped about the team, wondered if Rapidly misses them while they train for the Marble League, and traded laughs over Swifty’s best impression of Royal at the Rosaka concert.

“You seem good at understanding other marbles,” said Speedy back at the garage. “Why do you think Quickly stopped complaining about me closing?”

“Hey, I think Coach knows where each of us thrives the most,” chuckled Swifty. “All of us know you shine at the last race… it’s what you crave. So we trust you all the way.”

Now both racers were chuckling. “No use denying it… no one is on my level,” said Speedy. “It feels like Season One all over again.”

Speedy and Swifty are all in on Casino Square! (Art Credit: Thinkdoodler)

Quickly also kept a letter that they had pinned to the wall against their desk. After dinner with Swifty and Speedy, the Speeders coach rolled back to work and stared at it again:

(Design Credit: Fouc & Tim Ritz)

Quickly wouldn’t forget the organization nearly firing them. Nor would they forget that announcement sending the garage into chaos last season, ruining Speedy’s final race week. But what has their coaching career been apart from triumph over adversity?

“How am I still here? What would Speedy say?” the coach thought. An easy answer: “No one is on my level. I know the Speeders better than anyone.”

“To Keep On Rolling”

by Ramen Powder

In the final hours of the first training day in the prelude to the Casino Square GP, Momo and Coach Momomomomo watched as Mimo rolled lap after lap on a technical, makeshift circuit in the Om Training Facility. With a shot at the teams’ title, Mimo was desperate to close out their season with something they could be pleased about — a performance reminiscent of their previous seasons in Marbula One.

“I’m worried for them,” the Coach stated abruptly, breaking the pin-drop silence surrounding the marbles at the circuit. 

“I’m worried because I can see the pressure getting to them. I can see it through their movements on the racetrack; they’re less fluid, more turbulent. I know it when I see it.”

“Are you concerned we won’t win the team title?” Momo inquired. “Or make the overall podium?”

The Coach rolled around for several seconds in deep thought on the floor of the dimly lit training ground. What were they concerned about?

After struggling to piece their troubles into words, the Coach finally found their voice. “I’m not concerned about the team’s title or even the team’s podium. Sure, if we can claim it, we’ll go all in. But I’m not losing sleep over the thought of losing either merit.

I’m worried about Mimo’s confidence as a racer. Their drive to keep on rolling.”

Mimo finishing Lap 1 in 9th from P3 on the grid during an unforgiving Sleet Street Grand Prix. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

Momo gazed upon the Coach, now several centimeters away, who stared back blankly.

“Mimo’s an accomplished racer. They’ve been better than me in all of the previous seasons! Surely, they remember that.”

“That’s exactly why I’m concerned,” replied the Coach. “Mimo can be a great racer, you’re right. But they haven’t dealt with this kind of slump, coupled with your guaranteed overall podium—”

“What?!” 

Momo teetered slightly in their place— they couldn’t help interrupting because of what the Coach had just uttered.

“My guaranteed what?” Momo asked again, this time at a lower register to avoid disturbing Mimo’s flying lap. “But I thought… Royal, Speedy, and Red Eye can still beat me.”

“Uh-uh,” affirmed the Coach, their tone rising out of excitement. “You see, Speedy and Red Eye both need a win. They can’t both win — you’re 100% beating a former racer’s champion.” 

Momo gasped at that thought. The Coach was grinning, smirking; they were delighted to see the rush of joy manifest on Momo’s glass upon the live revelation.

“So – that’s our second overall podium already, isn’t it?”

“Indeed,” Coach Momomomomo replied. “Six months ago, we had never placed top 3 overall in a JMR tournament. Now, in half a year, we have twice already. You’ll remember, I always told the team we had the minerals — we just had to put it all together.”

Momo’s victorious outing at the Tumult Turnpike Grand Prix — one of the many highlights of their fourth M1 season. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

“Coach, we wouldn’t have done this without you,” Momo said, shedding a few tears. “We couldn’t—

“No, Momo,” interrupted the Coach. “It is you who I should be thanking. You’re the marble that captained this team to a fantastic gold in Block Pushing, getting us on that Showdown podium. You’re the marble who got three Marbula podiums and not a single finish in the bottom half. We’ve had so many great momoments because of you.”

“Coach—” Momo started, almost in hysterics, but got cut off again.

“I’m sorry for asking this from you, Momo. This shouldn’t be your burden, but now that your season’s over, I want you to help me. Help me help Mimo before this finale.”

“I don’t mind if we miss the teams’ podium or even lose our top 5 spot. Both of you have done enough to make the team satisfied enough, I promise. I’ve just…I’ve seen you two grow as racers since I started with you four years ago, and I would hate for this season to affect Mimo badly in the long term.”

“Yeah, I hear you,” Momo mumbled. Among all the glory and success they had achieved in the past few weeks, Momo realized that how this season was affecting Mimo went over their head. Every memory they had as a duo since Season 1 came flooding back…going forward, Momo would be determined to make more memories.

The pair of Momo and Coach Momomomomo gazed back at the faint image of Mimo, who persisted in rolling laps on the circuit. As they saw Mimo riding one of the curbs inadvertently, Momo let out a slight wince, but Mimo continued without hesitation, as if they hadn’t made any misstep.

“That’s the mark of a true member of Team Momo,” said the Coach. “One that keeps on rolling no matter what.” Momo nodded in agreement.

“So… will you please help me give Mimo the support they need?” asked Momomomomo.

“Yes, I will. We’ve had our momoments this season. Let’s get Mimo their mimoment.”

“Parallels”

by Toffeeshop

From this distance, the city lights blurred together in a mass of color. Misty exhaled slowly, letting the updraft envelop them in the dry desert air.

They had “explored” the city ghosting through the streets as a mere passerby for all of five minutes before the lights and the noise and the crowds became suffocating. Twilight had barely begun settling in, but the lights below had wiped out the stars that should have decorated the clear night skies.

So now they were on the roof, gazing at the streets from afar. No one would find them here.

“There you are! I was looking for you.”

Almost no one would find them here. Cloudy stood behind them, wearing a cheerful smile.

Misty straightened up immediately. “Does Coach need something?”

They shook their head. “It’s just me.” They joined them at the edge. “Is everything okay? Cool, you can see the racetrack from here.”

They could. It stood out starkly against the glowing streets as if someone had dragged a black knife between the buildings. “It was getting a little overwhelming. This place is pretty….” Ostentatious. “Lively.”

Cloudy nodded. “You needed to get away from everything.”

“I needed room to breathe.” Misty gestured vaguely to the open space on the rooftop. “You get a nice view from up here. It’s still a bit bright, but there’s always something interesting happening below.”

“Oh, did you see Clutter try to bring in fireworks? I heard they got caught.”

“That was Clutter?”

“Yeah. Wild, right? Any news from home?”

“No, the signal’s still blocked, you know how it is…”

They traded gossip until the sky had darkened completely, revealing the true expanse of the Las Veglass lights. They were blindingly bright, accentuating the dark buildings that populated the city. It hadn’t been quite enough to make the pre-race nerves and dread go away, but Misty felt lighter by the end of it.

“Are you sure you’re okay? The press conference today was kind of horrible.”

It had started positively, with marbles congratulating them for being championship contenders. Then it had turned ugly.

Given the last time you ran the final event, you must be feeling the pressure. 

Cloudy, do you really trust Misty to close off the season?

“They don’t know what they’re talking about,” Cloudy muttered. “It’s obvious! Besides, we’re so close this time. We’re almost there.”

Misty glanced at them. “Are you alright?”

Cloudy smiled. “Of course. What are you worrying about me for? You’re the one racing the finale.”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

 “I…” The façade broke. “I was so close, you know? One misstep, and they turn on you. Look at what happened to you, and Hazy, and…”

“Oh, Cloudy.”

“It doesn’t matter. It already happened, it’s not like I can go back and change things, right? It’s not important. If I let it – if I let them get to me then it’s over. I just have to put it behind me, that’s all.”

“That’s not true,” Misty said quietly. “There’s a difference between moving on and running away. We’ve been doing too much of the latter.”

“Smoggy would have –”

“Cloudy, look at you. You were a reserve, and now you’re dueling the likes of Speedy, Red Eye, and Momo. It’s amazing what’s happened these last few months – we’re all proud of you. You’ve grown so much.”

For a moment, Cloudy stared back at Misty in pure shock, but it faded just as quickly as it appeared. “You too,” they offered weakly. “You sound just like…” They let it trail off. “Never mind.”

Misty gazed at the horizon, where the sharp edges of the skyline framed the glow coming from the streets. “What happened at the press conference…they had a point, you know. Captain’s running the final race again. Speedy will be there. Everything’s hinging on the finale. There’s no better place for me to fall again.”

“It doesn’t mean you will,” Cloudy said.

“It’s all repeating itself,” Misty remarked, “like we’ve turned back the clock. Different city, same race.” They laughed. “That’s all this is, isn’t it? An old nightmare we have to relive? Yeah, that’s exactly it. We haven’t moved on, we’ve been running away. And it just keeps coming back to haunt us.”

(Art Credit: Toffeeshop)

“Sorry. I couldn’t hide it anymore.”

Cloudy looked at them sympathetically. “Sounds like you needed to say it.”

“Fate enjoys its games,” Misty remarked. “It’s all come full circle. And this is my chance to finally break the cycle, but I don’t know if I can do it. I don’t know why any of you trust me to do it. If I’m the one who drags us down…”

Cloudy leaned against them. “You won’t be dragging anyone down, and you never were. I don’t want you to carry this alone.”

“I know,” Misty said. “That’s one mistake I refuse to make.”

The city, bright as it was, hadn’t quite drowned out the starlight above. The dark glass underneath them reflected a few twinkles in the sky.

“Whatever happens tomorrow, we’ll break the cycle regardless,” Cloudy declared. “I know it.”

“Racing’s fun,” Misty said. “It’s nice to have gotten this far. It’ll be nicer when I bring a trophy home. We’re really close, after all.”

“I like to think we’ve exceeded expectations,” Cloudy said innocently.

Misty smiled. “Just a little.”

Behind Enemy Lines”

by Fouc & PippinPlover

On the highway down to Las Veglass were the Van Gotterdam Gothics, the most artistic of Marblearth’s diehard fans. It was mere days before Team Primary could win a Marbula One championship for them. They rocked a bus painted in splotches of red, yellow, and blue — Or they had been until a convertible blocked their way to parking.

“The name’s Eccentric,” shouted a slightly elliptical marble who hopped out of the car. “I need some Primary superfans to interview, and then I’ll let you go.”

Out came Rollock of the Gothics, a petite marble sporting some big hoop earrings and a wild wig in Primary’s colors. “Marb alive,” said Eccentric. “You’re dressed like it’s 2019. You’re gonna rumble in the stands again or what–”

Eccentric’s reward for that sarcasm bit was a slap from Rollock’s handkerchief. “That is so inappropriate! What kind of person annoys someone for an interview and then insults them? What kind of media do you work for, anyway?”

“If you want to know, the Hunluen Herald,” said Eccentric. The boos rained down from the Gothics’ bus, and Rollock was already halfway back to the bus while fuming out loud. “The Balls of Chaos rag! If you want another hit piece, get lost.”

“Hey hey, look…” said the reporter. “What do you want me to say? I’m on deadline anyway, so I’ll just write that.”

“Well, we’d love to talk to someone passionate about our fashion choices… or the time we spent painting this bus to tell Marblearth we’re here,” said Rollock. “But we’ll save it for some journalists who know about respect.”

As the bus turned around, Eccentric knew this would not be a fun day.

Aryp (right) chasing for the lead at Tumult Turnpike. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

Eccentric had front-row media seats at the press conference right after the Marbula One racers finished Free Practice. They kept quiet during the other teams’ turns; on their notepad were their editors’ demands for the Primary piece:

What are their weaknesses? How can our Balls of Chaos beat them again?

Get us 800 words before Qualifying.

Finally, Aryp and Rima from Team Primary were next to their mics. The younger Aryp, the team’s “Wheel of Fortune,” took most of the questions from the Marblearth press. “The past is not the present,” they would say. “We’re tied for the championship now, and Rima will win it all this weekend.”

“We loooove you, Aryp!” Eccentric and everyone else turned around. The Gothics, all lined up waving around their banners and paintbrushes, got Aryp laughing. “And we love our fans, too.”

“Eccentric from the Hunluen Herald,” the reporter announced. “This question is for Rima specifically. As a racer closing out the most important season in your team’s history, is the pressure getting to you?”

Rima started to stutter a few times, then looked to their left to Aryp. Aryp nodded and whispered: “Don’t let them get you down.”

“Well,” replied Rima. “I’d love to lap you on Casino Square and show you why I’m here.” A real applause line: the audience laughed, and the Gothics screamed in joy. With each question after, the more confident Rima looked with their snappy answers. Right below them was Eccentric, slinking more and more into their chair.

Rima sandwiched between Tumult and Swifty in the Greenstone lead battle. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

After the press conference, Rima and Aryp were rolling around the circuit grounds, admiring the architecture as these former artists do. “You handled some nasty questions well there, Rima,” said Aryp. “Truly rimarkable.”

“We’re both learning from each other!” said Rima. “It’s like what I told you last week. You’ve grown so much and learned to keep your head cool to win. You remind me a lot of Prim now.”

“There’s not much I can teach you in return, but I guess I helped you see one thing… forget the haters, right?”

It took just one of the Gothics freaking out at sighting them to get a swarm of Primary fans around both racers. With other teams’ fans watching in anticipation, Rollock of the Gothics roared from a megaphone.

“I want every camera rolling so Marblearth joins our celebration! This is Rima, the most rimarkable racer of all time! And to celebrate all they’ve done for us, we worked with Aryp on a special gift.”

Unwrapped from its velvet packaging was a portrait of Rima, drawn with impressionist strokes. Rima in it looks like they’re shooting down the track and leaping out of the canvas, while specks of the other racers are only visible in the distance. Handing it over as they saw Rima shed tears of joy, Aryp just said: “You’ll win. I’m sure of it.”

Rima studies their portrait, gifted to them by the fans. (Art Credit: Thinkdoodler)

Off to the side of all this was the reporter, Eccentric, who just had it with all this. Taking out their pen, they scratched out all the notes they’d written. On a new page, they started scribbling:

Teamwork turned Primary from zeroes to heroes. What stops all the other teams from doing the same?

“The Amateur”

by Mystic & Nonagon

Staring out across the vast desert outside Las Veglass that was so similar to their own home, Red Eye contemplated what Speedy had told them just a year ago:

“Meet the amateurs who view you as a hero and who want to race against you one day.”

Red Eye chose training over an invite to the first Marbula One season, but every week they’d watch Speedy race live. Speedy’s victory had lit a fire in Red Eye’s heart, a competitive flame that had all but faded away after the disheartening Marble League they had just left. Red Eye could never forget coming face-to-face with their hero a year later, and seeing the look of beaming pride on the face of the rookie who had stolen the fateful lead in the eleventh hour of Mirage Meowntain, Red Eye knew that they had already become that hero for Royal in turn.

Royal also came from a relatively wallflower team and quickly gained notoriety as a world-class tour de force in such a short amount of time, Red Eye had realized. Small wonder I see so much of myself in them.

“Competition means greatness inspires others to strive for greatness,” Crazy Cat’s Eye had said after Red Eye’s first championship. “Never think of your victory as a throne you can lose; think of it as an honor you will always have, to be the one who pushes everyone else to be better versions of themselves. That is the best part of this next chapter in your journey.”

It’s my honor to compete with you again, Red Eye thought as they saw the blue marble approach from their dune buggy.

Royal’s overtake against Red Eye on Mirage Meowntain’s final lap gave them a race win and cost Red Eye the Season 3 team championship. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

“I was so glad to get your message to come to train out here,” Royal puffed as they rolled across the sand to where Red Eye waited. “If I had to spend another minute watching Dodger do all of their calculations, I would’ve gone cross-eyed.”

“I feel you. I always let White Eye do the numbers. Racing has always been more my thing.”

“Maybe that’s a part of being the best, you just race,” Royal mused before taking a glance around at their surroundings. Despite how well-traveled they were, it was a first to be in the Marjave Desert. “So, you said you wanted to train, but I’m not seeing a track.”

Red Eye laughed, “Sometimes I forget that not every marble has been trained by a world-class sand racer.” Looking around the mass of sand, they said: “This is the track to me.”

“Alright then. How far are we going?”

“As far as you want,” Red Eye answered with a grin.

Royal smiled in return, “I’m cool with that. Two hundred meters, there and back. Loser buys dinner.”

“Okay hotshot, be ready to pull out your wallet!”

“I only have to do that if you can catch me,” Royal joked as they sped away.

“You’re on!” Red Eye called before setting chase.

The two championship contenders raced through the sands of the Marjave. Royal quickly found themselves even with Red Eye despite their slight head start. The two bumped slightly as Red Eye burst ahead through the first hundred meters. Royal quickly turned up the pace, nearly drawing even with the crimson cat as they turned around at the halfway point. The two jostled for position as they neared the end of their course. Royal took a short-lived lead just before the finish, but one last burst of energy brought Red Eye level as they crossed the line.

“I’m pretty sure I won that one,” Royal smiled as they caught their breath, “What do you think, old cat?”

“Very funny, kid,” Red Eye teased back, “We both know that was a tie.”

Royal laughed, “I guess we’ll have to agree to disagree. Good race, marb.”

“Same to you. That was a lot of fun. It’s not very often I get to work with people outside my team,” Red Eye replied, “Love my cats, but sometimes it’s nice to do a little teaching on the side.” Red Eye gave Royal a friendly nudge.

“Well, looks like we’re both paying for our own food. Come on, we can head back toward my buggy. I’ll drive us over to the city,” offered Royal.

Red Eye and Royal look across the Marjave to Las Veglass. (Art Credit: Thinkdoodler)

They rolled off toward the sunset, the sky slowly turning from warm shades of orange to a deep, calming navy blue.

“So, how do you handle being a two-time champion? What changes about your mentality?” Royal asked.

“It’s all in the mind,” Red Eye responded, “I always know I can do it, so there’s no reason for me to doubt anything anymore. The only way one can truly beat me is to defeat my mind, and I try very hard to make sure that doesn’t happen. You know, sometimes I need something like this to loosen my guard up a little bit.”

“That makes sense. Has your training changed at all since you won it all?”

“You’re one of the best in the world now. I certainly don’t need to tell you how to train hard; you already know that,” Red Eye chuckled. “Just make sure you take care of yourself, and make sure you’re always looking out for your teammates.

Last season I was competing against myself… And I know others felt the same way. Racers like Prim, Clutter, or Starry. When we obsess over being the best racer, the rest of the team suffers.”

Royal saw a brief flash of pain cross Red Eye’s face, it dawned on them how hard Red Eye must be taking Blue Eye’s struggle to live up to the sky-high expectations. I should check in with Cerulean more, Royal thought. They get less credit than they deserve.

“It’s easy to forget sometimes what effects individual success has on your teammates, I know that all too well. Just, don’t forget to be there for each other. As long as you do that, what happens will happen, and you and your team will be athletes Zuro can be proud of.”

Six teams. Seven racers. Who will be going all in to win?

(Art Credit: B.J.V. Dimafelix)

Credits

  • Writers: Fouc, Mystic, Nonagon, PippinPlover, Ramen Powder, Stynth, Toffeeshop
  • Copyeditors & Editors: Fouc, Mesp, Stynth
  • Artists: B.J.V. Dimafelix, Thinkdoodler, Toffeeshop
  • Graphic Designers: Emmun_Isaac, Fouc, Pim Leurs, Tim Ritz
  • Photographer: Jelle’s Marble Runs
  • Reference: Marbula One Season 4 (2023)
  • Release: 30/06/2023

M1S4 Memo #9: Stargazing at the Accelerator

“…you really don’t have to do this.”

“Are you kidding?! Two bronzes in a row, Orangin?! Keeping us in championship contention?! I have no choice but to—-good evening, I—yes, I’m doing outstanding, how are you?… Amazing. I’m calling to ask if you sell gluten-free donuts.”

Clementin and Orangin, ever the dynamic duo, waited as the traffic in front of them advanced along Galakonur’s Starlit Street. Clementin declined Quasar’s invitation to dinner for obvious reasons. They rented a car, picked up Orangin, and now were at their third donut joint in search of gluten-free products.

“Oh, darn. That’s okay, do you at least sell gluten-free bagels?”

“Clem, I’m allergic to sesame too.”

“Oh, right…sorry, marb, thanks for your help.” Hanging up the phone, Clem reclined in the driver’s seat and sighed. “I just…wanted to do something to celebrate you. We wouldn’t be on the verge of repeating if you hadn’t carried us to the last race.”

“Carried us?” Orangin laughed. “Without your win at Misty Mountain, I wouldn’t have felt motivated to even try.”

“You know, not to be sappy. But we make such a good pair. There’s no other athlete I would rather be racing with than you,” Clem said.

“Well,” Orangin beamed. “You believed in me from the start, you know. And I’ve believed in you. Once you started believing in yourself…there was nothing we couldn’t accomplish. That was what pushed me to try harder.”

Clem, caught in the middle of dialing yet another phone number, looked up, sighing. “When you said you didn’t think we had a chance to repeat—”

“Oh, I lied so hard. Talk about stirring the pot. We’re the most disruptive duo in all of marble sports, and if there’s anyone who can beat the odds and win a repeat championship, why can’t it be us?”

With traffic clear in front of them, Clem put their phone down, turned on their blinker, and headed towards the speedway. “I think we should get a head start on this week. Get the first flight back to Orlango. Hit the Raceway.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Orangin said, grabbing their phone and dialing home. “Hey, Kinnowin? We’ll be back tomorrow morning. Mind ordering some Bonkin’ for when we’re home? …Clem’s favorites. Put it on my card.”

Quasar and Starry were out of the city soon after the podium ceremony. After their first Marbula One silver medal on the home track, Quasar was a bit too excited to stay put. Before they left, Coach Black Hole simply instructed them, “Don’t get lost! We still have another race you know!” They both knew their coach was simply teasing.

It would be nearly impossible for either of them to get lost in Galakonur; they had lived there nearly their whole lives. The teammates looked up to see the stars peek through the darkness as they entered the city square. At night, the lights go out for five minutes on the hour to let the stars be seen at their brightest. Besides Isle Hyu, few places were better for watching the night sky.

“This place looks way cooler on race night when you’ve just come off the podium,” Quasar said as they rolled down the sidewalks of their hometown.

“I would have to agree,” Starry replied, “There’s nothing quite like watching the stars and feeling like one too.”

“You would know,” Quasar said with a chuckle, “Being a star is kind of your thing. I just hope that one day, I might be able to catch up,” Quasar’s smile softened some. Starry looked down from the sky to their teammate.

“Catch up? Come on Quasar, you don’t need to catch up. If you were behind, you wouldn’t be here with me. Don’t forget that you’re one of the best in the world. Not everyone is good enough to have a silver medal, you know.”

“I don’t know. That was a fun race, but I can’t help but feel like I could’ve changed our season if I was just a little bit better,” Quasar said, beginning to look back down as well.

“Hey, that’s no way to look at it. I think you need to stop feeling like you’re in the shadows and realize you’re part of the light. You’re not just Pulsar’s sibling, you’re a fully-fledged member of Team Galactic. You’re family, Quasar, and that’s all I could ask for in a teammate.”

The two sat in silence for a moment. Quasar looked back up before giving Starry a hug.

“You know, for being a star, you sure know how to make others feel like one too,” they said.

“Nah, I don’t need to make you feel like a star,” Starry replied, “Because you are one.”

Aryp is used to the whole team greeting them after every race, and they first felt let down with no one in sight after the Stardust Accelerator. But Coach Secondary took them straight from the podium back to the garage.

Aryp could not see a thing as they fumbled down a dark hallway until suddenly there was light. “SURPRISE!”

Aryp looked again now that the lights flipped on, as each of their teammates jumped out from their various hiding spots.

“Huh? It’s not my birthday, what’s this for? Why are you all here?” Aryp asked with a bit of confusion over this whole situation.

“Well,” Prim rolled out from behind a chair, “We have something for you. Rima?”

“On it.” Rima grabbed something from their bag. It was… Something. The object they were handing to Aryp looked like an entire craft store card on a piece of cardstock. Glitter, ribbons, fake flowers, and what must’ve been an entire stick’s worth of hot glue coated the surface.

“We all added our own touch to it. I hope you like it, we got so excited that we may have gotten in a bit of a rush.” Mary chimed in.

“I like it, and I don’t mean to be rude, but what exactly is this?” Aryp held the object up to the light.

“It’s a card! We made it to celebrate your final race of the season. Go on and open it!” Imar tilted from side to side, hardly able to contain their excitement.

They obliged, opening it to see the messages written for them.

Congratulations on the win! I’m sure there will be more to come. It’s Prime Time! – Mary

You’re showing Marblearth what it’s like to race with flying colors! – Imar

You’re hard carrying us to a bright and beautiful future! – Prim

Here’s to the best teammate I could ask for. You Red, Yellow, Blew us all away! – Rima

“Oh, you all, come here!” Aryp pulled the whole group into a hug. “I could never wish for a better team than you.”

Aryp, Quasar, and Orangin atop the podium at the Stardust Accelerator. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

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M1S4 Memo #8: Good Eats at Electron Expressway

Mallard had been competing in top-level tournaments for long enough to keep their composure throughout the podium ceremony and press conferences, but on the roll back to their hotel room their emotions were fragile. They had come close to winning a race before, but this was the first time Mallard had truly felt the victory in their grasp until they overshot the hairpin on the last lap while Starry executed the turn flawlessly. With the first 29-point weekend on the line, the cost of that mistake had affected Mallard more than any of their previous close calls, and Mallard couldn’t hold back their tears as they entered their hotel room.

Wiping their tears with one final tissue, Mallard threw the empty tissue box at the wall as they heard a knock on the door. “It’s unlocked,” they called out.

Billy rolled in, closing the door calmly behind them. “I figured you’d want space to clear your head before dinner. Wouldn’t want Starry to get the wrong impression.”

“Fat chance,” Mallard laughed. “They’ve spent enough time on the track with me to know I don’t take defeat personally. I’m fine.”

Billy looked at the pile of balled-up tissues, then back at their sibling. “Mallard, quit acting like a captain for once. You’re allowed to be sad, you know? It was a tough loss.”

Mallard sighed. “I know. I just hate the idea of being that marble that cries over second place. Especially when I’m one of the highest-scoring racers of all time. It feels like I’m being ungrateful for all that success if I get upset.”

Billy shuffled closer and pulled Mallard into a hug. “Come off it. Getting upset is fine so long as you channel it in a healthy way. Heck, I’m always a little upset to end the season with a win and still be outscored by you!” Billy smiled.

“Being successful is never a reason not to be upset. Nobody’s perfect, but that just means everyone’s got things they wish they could do better.”

Mallard smiled back at their sibling, another tear flowing across their glass. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I just feel like I have to be professional in front of the crowds.”

“Well, the crowds aren’t here now, are they?” Billy replied with a grin. “Come on, take your game face off for a minute, then we’d better go. You don’t want to keep Starry waiting.”

After spending a good two hours celebrating their gold medal with the rest of Team Galactic, Starry left their hotel suite for dinner. After taking the other podium finishers for a meal after winning the very first race at Savage Speedway, it had become a tradition in Marbula 1 that whenever Starry podiumed, they would go for dinner with the other medallists. They’d stopped paying whenever they won a race fairly quickly, though – it had always felt a bit condescending.

Orangin had already made plans for that night, but Mallard was waiting for Starry in the lobby. “Sorry I’m late,” they said as they rolled out of the lift. “The rest of the team are still partying upstairs.”

Mallard laughed. “I’m not surprised! After the season you’ve had, it’s about time you had a medal to celebrate.”

“I could say the same to you!” Starry replied as the pair left the hotel and started making their way towards a diner down the street. “It feels weird being on such a long downward streak this season when I’m used to being at the top of the game.”

“To be fair, it’s nearly the same as last year for us,” came Mallard’s response. “Billy’s win in race 8 was our first medal then as well. The only difference is how many races are left to go.”

Starry smiled, remembering their hosting experience the previous year. “True. I guess the shorter season is skewing my perception a bit.” As the pair rolled up to the diner and were directed to their table, they had to fight their way through a small wave of fans who’d noticed their arrival and rolled over for an autograph, which Starry and Mallard were happy to provide.

As the pair ordered their food, the conversation quickly turned to the race. As they reminisced and joked about their fight for the lead, a question popped up. “How do you manage to keep from thinking about all your close calls?” Starry asked as their server carried two burgers over to the table. “You’ve come close so many times, but not having a win yet must be frustrating.”

Mallard sighed. “It’s not easy. Every time I podium, I’m always left thinking about what I could have done better to get that win. Like today, pretty much since the race ended I’ve been wondering what could have happened if I hadn’t overshot the hairpin, or if I’d nailed the quad split again at the end like I did earlier on. But there comes a point where you have to stop obsessing over it. As Bombay likes to say, if I raced differently I would have won, and if they had wheels they’d be a wagon.”

Starry smiled. “That’s pretty good advice,” they replied. “I guess I’m wondering because having wins under my belt feels like it amplifies that pressure to be perfect. Sure, you can’t win every race, but I often feel like since I’ve proved I can win, I can’t settle for anywhere else on the podium. If I did well enough to get that far, I could have done well enough to win. Not really relevant today, I know, but it’s come up a lot recently.”

“I can imagine,” Mallard replied, thinking back to the finale of the Marble League, one of the last times they’d competed against Starry. “For me, it just helps to have those experiences behind me. Keeping a consistently high level in this league is so tricky, you don’t have to win all the time to earn respect for good results.”

After pausing for a quick bite of their food, Mallard winked. “Although between you and me, having a good cry after every close call helps too.” Starry couldn’t help but laugh as they tucked into their meal. It felt good for things to be back to usual, no matter how long it would last.

“Hi, how can I help you?”

“Howdy! I’ll take a baker’s dozen – choose your favorites. All of them will be my favorites.”

“Sure thing! That’ll be…wait a second, you’re…”

“Doesn’t matter who I am,” Clementin said, passing the cashier their credit card. “I like supporting small businesses.”

“And we like you! Here you go. Congrats on that win last week!”

“Thanks! Hey – congratulate Orangin too – they just got bronze today.”

“OH HI! So sorry I didn’t recognize you. Those fedoras are a little low on you both. But now that I think about it…I don’t know who else wears cool hats like that in Zuro.”

Clem sighed. “Such a shame. At least you make good donuts.”

“Well, I hope you two enjoy them! Safe travels!”

As the two O’rangers rolled away, Orangin chuckled to themself. “I didn’t have the heart to tell them that I’m gluten-free. Are those any good?”

Clem shrugged, having gulped down their first donut. “They’re donuts. The fact that they exist at all is good enough for me. By the way, nice race today. You think we have a chance to repeat?”

“Nope. But it sure is fun seeing half the fanbase get scared about it. I’m ready to cause some chaos next week. Stir the pot a little,” teased Orangin, smiling. “Are you?”

“Almost…just let me finish these first. And then, please. Don’t let me buy another box until after the season ends.”

Orangin laughed. “I don’t know if I can promise you that.”

“…Good.”

Starry, Mallard, and Orangin atop the podium at Electron Expressway. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

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M1S4 Memo #7: Illusions at Misty Mountain

The checkered flag waved and Clementin crossed the line for the win. The O’s in the stands were louder than they had been in a long time, and nobody was happier than Clem. They immediately jumped over the wall and rolled over to their rowdy fans and celebrated like a youth athlete who had just won their first race. Soon Orangin and Rango joined them and some of the fans too; a scene of uncontrollable excitement reminiscent of their Season 3 team championship. Hopping up and down, rolling side to side, everyone was thrilled to see Clem finally get the first M1 win in their career. 

“To all our amazing fans who stuck with me this entire time….. I DID IT!!!” Clem yelled excitedly. They rolled over to the podium with Rango, and stood proud holding the impressively big trophy. The Non-Descript soda they were given was poured on Clem by Orangin once they got off the podium, and the celebration continued all the way to the locker room.

Red Eye rolled away from the podium more upset than they should have been, given they were carrying a silver medal, two weeks in a row of falling just short of two of their biggest competitors. They had already passed Clementin, who had begun a makeshift party within minutes of the podium ceremony. What was it like to be that excited for a victory? 

Nothing could ever feel as simple as their first season in Marbula One, when the Crazy Cat’s Eyes went from a team “to fill space” to a runaway champion. A party for the podium was a long-gone illusion to Red Eye – an accomplishment that didn’t need such an exuberant reaction, but was simply expected. 

The heaviest crown in marble sports, the Racer’s Championship, continued to rest on their head; their expectation had been that it would never leave. All of these challengers, Royal, Cloudy, Momo; none of them had even the slightest understanding of what it meant to be the best in the world, and Red Eye was only just starting to understand it themselves. Looking around the gray and foggy landscape, Red Eye wondered what might have been if it weren’t for their Greenstone showing as the standings flashed across the stadium. Heading inside, Red Eye couldn’t wait to get away from the crowd of racers and reporters. 

Momo briefly caught up with Clementin in the hallway to congratulate them, but Clem was swept away by their teammates before they could respond. In the locker room, Clementin got out their celebratory donuts and finally got to enjoy them as a winner. 

“To the sweet taste of donuts – I mean personal victory,” Clementin said, toasting to their teammates as they practically inhaled their first donut. By the end of the night, janitors found only the empty donut box left in the locker room, with no crumbs in sight.

By now the crowds had cleared and the racers had been escorted away from the mountain. Momo and Mimo sat side by side on a bench, looking into the dimly lit evening, the former still buzzing from the bronze medal they had earned mere hours ago. Momo looked over at their teammate to see a different emotion. Not quite sadness, but they weren’t sure exactly what.

“Hey, is everything alright?” Momo asked. It was unlike Mimo to seem so glum after a race. 

“Yeah,” Mimo replied, “I just remember sitting here two seasons ago and wondering what went wrong. It’s not my favorite track, you know that. I just wish I could get a second chance.”

“That wasn’t your fault and you know it, Mimo,” Momo said calmly, “This place? It’s a Team Momo track. Just think about it! They had to restart the whole race to keep you from dominating. I’m sure you’ll get another chance, and when you do it won’t get taken from you again.” The two looked at each other in silence for a few seconds, before Mimo looked down at Momo’s bronze medal. 

“You’re right,” Mimo said, “I will get another chance. Then I’ll truly be the first reserve.”

“You always have been the first reserve. No one can take that away from you, either,” asserted Momo, gazing into the haze as dark as the night sky above them. “Remember what happened last year for me in Zuro? Go show up where I didn’t.”

Clementin, Red Eye and Momo atop the podium at Misty Mountain. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

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M1S4 Memo #6: Dancing in the Sleet

The stands in the Thunderbolts section were shaking in excitement, the most lively they had been all season. This podium had jolted the fanbase back to life, and they were as happy as ever. Thunder rolled back to the locker room, feeling an immense amount of joy, and was greeted with a champagne shower from their teammates. They hadn’t won the race, nor had they finished second, but their bronze piece of hardware was still something to celebrate.

Bolt stood on a bench. “A toast to the Captain!” 

“To the Captain!” The rest of the team cheered. Thunder and Bolt performed their special glass shake, which they called “The Static Shuffle”. Both of them had built up a strong connection over the last two seasons, bringing them together in a way they hadn’t before. Although the team was very split as a group in their first two years, the bond they had formed by now was as strong as ever. 

“Thank you. Thank you,” said Thunder. “I’m just as enthusiastic as all of you. We finally got a solid result, and we are out of the bottom of the league. Now, let’s keep this up and go break some curses at Misty Mountain!” 

The team erupted in cheers again. While some may say it was an over-celebration for a team still 82 points out of first, Thunder’s bronze meant so much to the team after the horrible first five races. To get a solid finish, let alone podium, was monumental to their self-esteem.

Thunder walked outside into the cold night, and just sat there, taking it all in. The cold was where Thunder felt the most at home, as they always loved playing in the Thorston winters, racing on the ice, sledding, making snowmarbles. Looking up at the beautiful stars in the sky, Thunder whispered to themself:

“Maybe this is a sign of good things to come,” and smiled. 

Meanwhile, despite the organizers’ best efforts, the snow in Glidavik had again piled up to an inconvenient degree. Sand had many faults, but at least it didn’t leave Red Eye dripping water all over the floors after wading out of it.

The other racers had congregated indoors to get away from the cold. Red Eye gave them little notice, sweeping past them without a second glance: Cerulean, Rima, Speedy. Some would have said it was too arrogant a look for them this season. But victory had been so close – today’s duel replayed in their mind over and over again, too similar to last year’s.

There was one racer missing, and the rest of the paddock already knew who it was. If the Hazers weren’t barely tolerating the media, they were avoiding them altogether, and Cloudy was no exception. But as Red Eye rolled down the halls, they saw them talking on the phone with the door slightly creaked open.

“No, Misty, we have to get out of here now. That super creepy journalist is back; I thought I was seeing things but no, they’ve been there all season and they saw me and they’ll definitely be there next week, how have they not been banned yet –”

Red Eye opened the door fully. Cloudy reacted with immediate alarm, scrambling to act normal, but no amount of non-suspicious leaning could erase the accidental eavesdropping.

“Red Eye,” they greeted awkwardly. “Um, you didn’t hear anything.”

“A journalist?” This was good. They could estimate what their competition was like.

“The race was nice,” Cloudy said, ungracefully trying to redirect the conversation. “Smoggy said you were good, but it’s not the same as actually competing against you.”

“You’re similar to each other,” Red Eye remarked.

They became hard to read again, slipping back into cheerful politeness. “They gave me some tips for this track. I’ve had everyone’s support since the beginning, that’s all.”

“There’s more to it, isn’t there?” Red Eye made sure their frustration wasn’t audible. It couldn’t have been as simple as a few tips. “It doesn’t matter. I have a record to keep. I’ll be aiming for the top regardless.”

“I know you will,” Cloudy replied, acknowledging their declaration. “Is it lonely?”

“What?”

“The team – we’re pretty isolated, which sometimes sucks, but we always look out for each other. We try, anyway.” The hint of regret in their voice betrayed their sunny disposition. “If I win, will I become like you?”

There was no malice in the question. It wasn’t supposed to conjure up an image of Blue Eye and Yellow Eye wearing identical expressions. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Never mind,” Cloudy said. The conversation had turned distant long ago. “I made a promise, and I’m going to keep it. I don’t care about your record.” A pause, then a horrified realization. “That was rude. I’m so sorry, I meant –”

“It’s fine.” So both racing and tact were similar, but was that it? What had begun as an attempt to gauge a rival had resulted in more questions than answers. They expected Cloudy to be unforthcoming and vague, but not to be a disorienting combination of cordial and unapproachable. At least the others were more straightforwardly reserved. 

“It was nice talking to you, but I have to go,” Cloudy said, not that Red Eye could tell what they were actually thinking. “Oh, watch out for a journalist named…Crawlies, I think? They’re really, uh, intrusive, you should stay away from them. Maybe they’ll get lost next week. Say hi to Blue Eye for me.”

Carefully, Cloudy edged out the door, no doubt heading to the shrouded (and haunted, according to Clutter) highlands they called home. Red Eye stayed behind, ruminating on what little they had just learned. They weren’t able to get a read on them at all.

What had Crazy Cat’s Eye said to them on the dunes of Felynia? Not to let the drama of a championship get to their head? But fame, success, glory, everything they’d already done…

They’d already come so far.

Cloudy, Red Eye and Thunder atop the podium at Sleet Street. (Photo Credit: Jelle’s Marble Runs)

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