Building a community-authored narrative for the world of Jelle's Marble Runs.
By the time they had trudged up the field, Rapidly was completely covered in sand. At their station was a towel—the team was waiting in the stadium.
Though other athletes were frantically drying off, Rapidly lazily slung the towel around themself. Sure, they were happy to medal, but silver was no longer a cause for celebration.
Orlango’s beach was perfect for a postcard — its sun-kissed sands and glittering waves, its cotton-white clouds in the sky which were trimmed with silver in daytime and gold in sunset, its seafoam which swirled in hypnotic eddies, round and round.
“…so, as I was saying, we have this giant festival that takes place at one of our lakes, and if you go there you’ll see motorbikes for miles, everyone lined up in the mud and strolling between the rows talking. It’s awesome.” “Damn. You’re speaking my language.” “And if you buy the weekend ticket, youContinue reading “ML2023 Memo #9: Tri, Tri Again”
Orlango (14/9/24) In spite of how much the world around it had changed, Orlango remained best known for its cozy countryside vibes thanks to the many small towns and farms surrounding the city. It was a place where family and hard work had been cornerstones of the culture for generations, and there was no realContinue reading “M1S5 Memo #2: Rollercoast to Coast”
Darkness crept over the sky, burrowing its way through small gaps between the distant lights of the nearby cities as Azure sat, unmoving, in a small glade that twinkled slightly underneath the lights of the first stars. It had been an hour or so, and Azure had only just begun to notice the chill settingContinue reading “Out of the Rolling – Event 1: No Chance”
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