#varimorphic

[hedronicthrall]

{{Hey hi, it’s been for-frigging-ever since I touched this bloge huh? :,,) Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to take such a massive unannounced hiatus….

The good news is that I’ve finished my Cert III course, so I can come back anytime really without worrying about being swamped by assessments. Yaaay!

Less good news is that I’m not quite ready to come back just yet… I’ve got pages/muse tags to fix and I need to get my Attikus muse back. I’d do the editing now but uh. My computer no longer has antivirus protection so I’m scared to boot it up only to watch it crash and burn under the onslaught of a bajillion viruses. :,,,,L So unfortunately, I’ll have to continue being radio silent for a while.

If I can get my muse back relatively soonish, I might just RP anyway, since I’ve always run this blog on mobile anyways pfff. Otherwise I’ll see/talk to you again whenever I manage to get this computer situation sorted tf out.

Thanks for your patience and understanding, and I hope to bring Attikus back to chat to you all again as soon as I possibly can. ❤️}}

[wilsont21]

Varimorph Chaos Witch by ImpRegnius

[shellalana]

One Enchanted Evening (part 2)

K’ was becoming more than frustrated with his results. No matter what dress he picked out, Reyna found some way to look great in it. Save for a few of them being much too long, he had to admit that his mother knew how to wear gowns outside of her normal element.

“Pick one, my guy. I’ve tried on the whole store at this point.” She glanced at herself in the mirror over her shoulder, admiring the way the dress hugged her curves.

So much for trying to make her look a fool.

“Ugh. Go with... the blue one,” he said with a hand flourish, no longer paying attention. This turned out to not be as fun as he wanted. Which meant that he was going to have to try on a suit.

“Which blue one? There’s, like, four.”

“The dark blue one. Whichever one you want, m-...” He dug his metal knuckles against his eyes and rubbed at the sore spot on his lower back. Walking back and forth with dresses on hangers had gotten the best of him, apparently.

He stood from his chair when she beckoned him over and shrugged off the leather jacket. Maybe if he asked nice enough, he could wear it over whatever dress shirt and tie she picked out for him. But he wasn’t hedging his bets.

“How about this one?” Reyna held up a plain white shirt with a silver-grey tie. “Goes good with your hair.”

“Too blah.”

“I’d think since you hated these things, you’d want to blend into the background.”

Good point. But if she was going to stand out in the dress he picked for her, the last thing he wanted was her upstaging him. Even if he didn’t really care about this ball at all.

“Whatever you put me in, I’m gonna stand out. I don’t exactly look normal.” He snatched the hanger out of her hands with a scowl and disappeared into the dressing room.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I didn’t stutter.” He was a freak of nature by anyone’s standards. Anyone with dark brown skin and hair was white as his wasn’t going to blend in. The scuffed red metal of his glove didn’t help either, much less the heat it generated when his temper started to get the best of him. Why he was even bothering to dress up, he realized, was a waste of time. Everyone was going to stop and stare at him once he entered that grand hall.

“You’re talking with someone who has a varimorph and a rejected Gallahadrim clone in her team. I don’t exactly have what you’d call the standard definition of ‘normal’.”

“All I’m saying!” K’ undid the buttons; he hadn’t been paying attention and put the buttons in the wrong holes, making it lopsided. “Is that I don’t like people staring at me.”

“No one’s going to be staring at you. The whole galaxy is going to be there. There are weirder things to look at than you.” Reyna huffed as she leaned against the door.

“How does it fit anyway?”

The shirt came sailing through the door and smacked her in the back of the head.

“Too big. I need a size smaller.”

“Yes, your majesty.”

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“Stop fiddling with it.”

“Ties are stupid.”

“I know that and I know you know that. But you look nice. Be glad I even agreed to let you wear that jacket.”

It was the only thing that made him comfortable, like he belonged in his skin. It would keep him from fleeing the hall before they’d even gotten to dinner.

A great fanfare sounded when they stepped through the double doors, a few heads turning to see what all the fuss was about. A few faces brightened with surprise; others downturned before going back to their droll conversations.

Before K’ could take it personally, Reyna leaned up and whispered in his ear.

“I screwed those people out of a good deal. Not my fault they can’t read the fine print. I’m surprised they managed to get here with how much I swindled out of them.”

K’ choked back a laugh. It wasn’t for him to show any sign of actually enjoying himself. The more sour he looked, the fewer people that would bother him. Once he saw Maxima, however, he couldn’t help but gravitate towards him. The cyborg’s large form was imposing enough that not many would venture their way, and K’ could always hide behind him if he needed to. A blessing in disguise.

Reyna allowed his departure too, heading towards the nearest crowd of people with a drink magically in her hand. K’ knew that smile on her face too; she was up to no good. As tempted as he was to eavesdrop on her conversation, he knew she would introduce him as her son and that would draw even more unwanted attention. He was content being a fly on the wall for the time being.

Maxima let out a low whistle and clapped him on the shoulder.

“You did a good job! Reyna looks stunning.”

“Gross. That’s my mom.”

The last syllable weighed heavily in his throat. He didn’t utter that word very often, never in front of her either. It was going to take more than a year of good deeds and giving him a home before he’d start calling her that to her face.

And yet, watching her, a little part of him was glad that this was the woman he shared his blood with. She was charismatic to a fault, knew how to run her business, kept her people in line, and had an infectious laugh that was hard to ignore. There were worse people who could have ended up being his mother.

Hell, he’d admit he was proud of having a mom like her. She let him have his space when he needed it and didn’t force anything on him he wasn’t comfortable with (which was a lot).

“Here.” Maxima nudged a small box against his arm. “You should give it to her.”

K’ blinked in surprise and cracked it open. The look of disgust on his face could have curdled milk.

“You’re not serious.”

“Is this my joking face?” Maxima pointed at his furrowed brows and drawn mouth.

“Not here. That’s too embarrassing.” He slapped the little box shut and pushed it back towards his friend, quickly glancing over his shoulder to ensure no one else had seen.

“Take it.”

“I’m not taking it!”

“Jesus, just take it!”

Back and forth they wrestled with the box until it slipped from their grasps, tumbling end over end through the air for what felt like forever. K’ held his breath and tried to make a grab for it.

Black manicured nails snatched it out of the air.

“What are you two doing? You’re embarrassing me.” Reyna stared at them drolly, box in one hand and her half-finished drink in the other.

Maxima clammed up real quick before ducking out of there, as gracefully as a drunk moose on roller skates.

Please don’t open that box.

“Don’t tell me you’ve got a secret Jennerit girlfriend you’re gonna propose to tonight, kid.” Reyna smirked, rolling the box around in her palm.

Please don’t open that f**king box!

“Maybe I do. What business is it of yours?” Heated with both anger and embarrassment, he grabbed it out of her grasp, surprised she hadn’t tried to pull away.

“None. Do bring her around if she says yes. I’d like to know who’s keeping my son happy.” Reyna winked before melting back into the crowd once more. K’’s anger quickly melted after that as he shoved the box into his pocket, watching her go.

There were definitely worse people.

[empyreanchimera]

"get in loser, we're going sledding."

“That sounds like a terrible idea. I’m in.”

[eridiumangel]

((Feedback: You’ve had so many muses over the years that I’ve known you and they’ve always been intriguing from one to the next. There seems to be no muse you can’t handle or have a hard time writing: you’ve done smart-mouthed kids to Angel to being my favourite chaos witch varimorph. I’m glad that we’ve had the chance to thread for so long and I look forward to many more until I die of old age.))

{ahhh I’m glad you’ve enjoyed all my shit ocs over the years and my attempts at canon characters ^^ Here’s to many many more threads, and hopefully fewer muses on my part}

[phantom-xrd]

Easy, Plankton is a varimorph

i LOVE this diagram from plankton’s model sheet

[maliwarm]

MERRY BIRTHMAS @neyzilla

I hope I’m not too late and apologies in advance for the lucklustre ending. I forgot where I was going with it. :,,,L

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Shayne was terrified of heights. Terrified of the thought of pitching over the edge of some looming platform and tumbling head over heels with her breath lodged in her throat and the wind roaring, deafening and merciless, in her ears. Terrified of the thought of falling with no end in sight and equally terrified of the fall's end and becoming a red smear on the pavement somewhere. So when a picnic basket-carrying Orendi had dragged her along to Ekkunar, pointed at the stupidly largest tree she could possibly find and told Shayne they were going to climb it, she'd balked. A lot of heated back and forth had ensued, with enough no's on Shayne's part to fill the sky with stars again threefold. Yet Orendi was vehemently insistent that they climb this particular tree – this freakishly large tree that was so tall they couldn't see its top from where they stood on the ground – and absolutely wouldn't settle for any other, less insanely-proportioned, tree.

When Shayne had finally snapped out a why, the answer had been an extremely unhelpful and cryptic, "It just has to be this one!"

The argument had continued for quite some time, becoming more and more heated as their tempers and voices had flared higher and higher and louder and louder. Boomerangs and magik were thrown, though not at each other (but it was a close thing), and all wildlife in the immediate area had long since up and left because of the noise and violence. Eventually, Orendi had won by blindsiding Shayne with a very soft please and a touch of her patented puppy eyes that she could never ever resist. It was really dirty of her – completely and utterly unfair – and Shayne made sure the witch knew it. And continued to make sure she knew it when she was riding piggyback on Orendi, arms wrapped in a crushing grip around her neck; the only thing between Shayne and a splattery death on the jungle floor. For Orendi's part, there wasn't a single complaint about the tightness of Shayne's deathgrip the entire heart-stopping climb up the tree. And she nodded along to every grievance and apologised (in her usual roundabout Orendi way), but said it was going to be worth it.

The trip had been a surprisingly fast one. Orendi proved exceptionally adept at tree climbing, even with the extra weight of Shayne and the picnic basket on her thin back. All four of her clawed hands were in a constant, dizzying, state of motion the entire climb. It was equal parts mesmerising and nauseating to watch, so Shayne ended up hiding her face in the crook of Orendi's neck, breathing in her scent – campfire and sugary sweetness and a hint of something spicy and vaguely earthy and wild – in an attempt to keep calm. It worked. Mostly. At least enough to keep her from thinking exclusively of falling to her death for extended periods of time.

Now, with the climb long since behind them and shadowfire-reheated pizza and a bunch of candy in their stomachs, the pair sat huddled together closely on one of the thickest and uppermost branches of the tree, fingers intertwined. Orendi's head lay on Shayne's shoulder, her mismatched eyes slit contentedly as they both gazed at the slowly darkening skyline. Shayne's thumb rubbed slow circles across the witch's bony knuckles. The darker parts of her skin were textured differently than the lighter parts; they were slightly harder and kind of rough, almost scaly, like Pendles. If Pendles had a hundred billion itty bitty scales, anyways. In any case, the action soothed Shayne; helped her focus more on this nice moment they were sharing rather than her fear of heights. And, okay, she had to admit that it was a pretty sweet spot that Orendi had picked out. The way the sunset backlit the trees as Solus slowly sunk beneath the horizon? Stunning.

Sighing contentedly, Shayne allowed her head to rest atop Orendi's. Hat Trick had been set aside, likely in case this happened, so Shayne's cheek was met with an unruly jungle of wiry dark hair. It was kinda springy, making it a pretty good pillow, with the added bonus of smelling nice. She must've washed it, Shayne surmised with with surprise. She almost never did so of her own volition, usually forcing Shayne herself or Reyna to wrestle the witch into a bath when she was beginning to smell particularly funky. Shayne couldn't stop the small grin that sprang up; Orendi sure had pulled out all the stops for this little outing.

"See?" Orendi said into her shoulder, the touch of smugness not lost on Shayne. "I told you this was a good idea. Fresh air, pizza, and the sun's bleeding heart soaking us in its love rays. What more could you want?"

Shayne's fingers paused in their slow circling. "To not be this high up," she said flatly. "Other than that, okay, yeah. This is a pretty sweet setup. Dinner and a show with pretty company?" She pulled away enough to flash the witch a crooked grin. "Literally no complaints with those bits."

Orendi returned the grin, sharp and bright white. Beautiful and dangerous. "Such a charmer! Pretty words from pretty lips, making the sweetest music in my ears."

A flush alighted on Shayne's cheeks. "'M not pretty," she mumbled, embarrassed. She was a mess of crooked, too-big teeth, a body on the gangly side, stark burn scars, and she all over just screamed tomboy to the max. It'd never really bothered her – she was who she was, and she was relatively comfortable in her own skin; semi-crispiness and all – but she still couldn't help but be aware of the fact that she very clearly didn't fit most people's definition of pretty.

"No, no, no, no, no!" Orendi exclaimed, grabbing Shayne's face with her spare set of arms and giving it a mostly gentle shake. The witch could easily tear her head from her shoulders if she wanted to, and her nails – claws, really – could just as easily stab out her eyes or claw off her face. Instead, they cupped Shayne's face in the tenderest way, long fingers splayed across her cheeks, the nails resting feather-lightly ticklish against her skin. She gave the punk another shake, wearing a pout and furrowed brows. "Shayne... Sugar-daffodil-buttercup-cookie-with-sprinkles-on-top-" that made her snort, and Orendi grinned briefly before pouting again, though she struggled to maintain it now, "-no. You. Are. Pretty."

"No, I-"

The claws pressed into her skin a little in warning and the next forced shake of her head was even less gentle. "AH PUH PUH PUH!" Orendi interrupted loudly. "Lemme finish!" When Shayne didn't speak up again, instead arching a brow, the witch continued, "You're pretty." She made sure to add extra emphasis to pretty, giving Shayne a look that said I dare you to argue. "Your smile's pretty, your hair's pretty, and the way you shank Varelsi? A work of art. And you're strong! Not Whisk-a-lisk strong, of course; he's cray-cray amounts of strong. But! You. Are. Still. Strong! There are a million, bajillion, things about you that are great, in-cah-loooood-ing! How pretty you are, huggabutt. Do not argue with me about this or I will EAT your FACE."

Shayne nodded slowly, and Orendi began to remove her hands, thinking they'd reached an agreement. "Ok. But-"

Orendi's hands immediately clapped back into place, stinging Shayne's cheeks. "I told you not to argue with me, Shayne. I toLD YOU! Now I gotta eat your pretty face!"

Before she could even process all that properly, Orendi's face came incredibly close to hers... And Shayne was graced with a long, slobbery lick down one cheek. She yelped. Very loudly and very shrilly. Mostly at the unexpectedness of it, but also because wow... That was a LOT of saliva she could feel dripping down her cheek. "Orendi! Oh man, yuck!"

"Mmmm. Tastes preee~eeetty!" Orendi cackled, highly amused by both her own antics and Shayne's reaction. Her laughter abruptly petered off into a squeal of delight, however, when a grinning Shayne lunged forward to leave a matching slobbery trail on her cheek. Though with marginally less actual slobber. Because she, at least, knew restraint.

Shayne pulled away. Her grin had grown visibly larger. "I dunno, 'Rendi. I think you taste much prettier."

There was an obvious note of challenge glinting in the varimorph's eyes. "Oh ho HOOOOO, it is ON, gurl!" Her spindly body began to coil in on itself, legs creeping up onto the branch and clawed nails digging deep into the bark to keep her rooted in place, getting ready to literally pounce. She even wiggled like a cat in preparation.

"Nononono!" Shayne halted her with a hastily thrown up palm. Nooooo lunging. I don't wanna fall."

A disappointed Orendi slowly uncoiled. Her bare feet dangled back over the branch and kicked at the empty air sullenly. "I wouldn't let you fall," she pointed out, sulky at the apparent lack of trust.

"I know you wouldn't," Shayne sighed, fingers coaxing one thin hand away from its vice grip on the bark so she could hold it. She rubbed slow circles over Orendi's knuckles, just as she had before, to soothe the both of them. "I'm just... scared." Terrified, really, but whatever. "Scared" made her sound like much less of a weenie.

"NnnnnneeeeRRRRGH," Orendi growled. Shayne could hear the nails of her free hands digging furious trenches into the branch's bark. "I’ll eat your fear. With hot sauce and viscera.”

The corner of Shayne’s lips quirked up. The attempt at comfort was an odd one, but one she appreciated all the same. “Heh. Make sure you chew it extra good.”

[tearzah]

sketch for @varimorphic !

[pendles-is-friendles]

Etran Glory

Etran Glory: [Deliriant] Native to Etra system.  Black vines with orangish leaves and violently tiger-lily/red-orange trumpet-like flowers.  Tiny, striped seeds carry the drug, but some will eat the entire flower to get the effects.  Although most simply consume it orally, some people will crush the seeds to snort it instead. A high dose is toxic for most species, mostly Avians.  Uncommon in the Solus System, they seem most likely to be seen in Highborn gardens as a decorative species.

Trip is described as highly realistic, the users claiming that they were capable of interacting with hallucinations (i.e. smoking a cigarette that was not there, conversing with imaginary beings).  The images are not necessarily frightening, just unpredictable and dependent on environment.  Set and setting, as defined by the users attitude and environment, massively affects the hallucination and is amplified by the effects.  Happiness gives into euphoria, anger into rage, sadness into grief, stress into horror.  One should be fairly stress-free to enjoy it.

Varimorphs, however, are not affected by the drug the first several times they consume it.  Some are drawn to eat the flowers and leaves, describing the flavour as sweet and lovely.  After a time, they show more erratic behaviour than normal, seeming to work themselves into a frenzy to consume more, some even beginning to froth at the oral cavity/ies if kept away from it.  It shows other addictive effects (skin scratching, moodiness, irritability, etc.) It is unclear if the Varimorphs are hallucinating at this point from the drug, but they can be observed carrying long conversations with unknown/unseen entities known as the Sharp Ones.

[buckiism-blog]

He was taking his time, boots moving along the Fortune's Favor knowing all too well who was at the end. A humanoid spider, to put it nicely. Orendi was a wild heart and no source of authority could tame the varimorph into thinking otherwise. Aqua green irises surveyed the hallway until finally landing on the creature he thought of at the moment. A chill rushed passed his spine, goosebumps rising, the air seemed to have stalled. She was unpredictable at the moment, making Buck slow his movements to a casual but cautious walk. For the time being, he would say nothing and hope for the best that Orendi did the same.

@yourchaoswitch

[incistyx]

Orendi?

“Where do I even start? She’s clearly unhinged, delusional to the point of barely being aware of her surroundings, unhygenic, obsessions that she uses to justify grotesque murders, and little to know self-control. The most commendable thing about her is how Reyna manages to keep her from devouring Nova, and I have no doubt that she would be capable of it with enough determination. Bring me any other varimorph and I might have something different to say, but Orendi is the epitome of too much power in the wrong hands, and she has four of them. In lay terms: She’s disgusting.”

[thekemessian-blog]

"Can I sit here?"

Caldarius Looked up from his workbench to the eerily familiar voice. the Varimorph? when had she gotten in here? he hadn’t even noticed. that fact alone was unsettling. “Don’t see why not.” he replied, as casually as he could manage, picking up a wrench and fiddling with the jet wing on the table before him. “its not like its my ship.” he added. he himself wasn’t a fan of orders, and as such, he didn’t make the practice of issuing them out.@yourchaoswitch

[yourchaoswitch]

{Some Varimorph hand stuff. ‘Cause normal hands aren’t hard enough to draw.}

[shellalana]

Smile

((writing prompt from @writeblrs for the March Seuss Prompts))

“Are you really putting me out there?” Pendles pushed back against the Valkyrie, who had her hands firmly planted on his torso. This wasn’t exactly what he’d signed up for. “You wanted a big debut, now you’ve got it,” she groaned against each push, digging her boots in for leverage. Since when had the Roa become so stubborn? “On me own terms! Standing on a stage in front of the whole Ring? S’not how I wanted to do it.” He ducked down beneath her grip and tangled his gangly limbs beneath him so that he could slither back inside. “I don’t know the first thing about givin’ speeches.” Reyna almost fell flat on her face from the sudden lack of a body to push and recovered with a frustrated huff. “All you’ve gotta do is get up there and smile. Read off the teleprompter. And give ‘em the sweetest curtsy you can manage.” “PENDLES THE PRINCESS!” The Roa gave a dismissive way at the varimorph catapulting herself from one room to the next with bursts of fire. It wasn’t the time for jokes. “I give ‘em this...” He pulled his lips back as far as they could go in the most feral grin possible, “... and th’whole crowd’ll be picking up their pitchforks and torches!” Even Reyna felt a little unnerved at seeing that smile. “... okay, we can work on that. But you’re getting out there, whether you like it or not.” “Or what?” He crossed his limbs over his puffed-out chest. He was a great deal taller than she was, and she was just human. “Or else I decide that secret fridge you’ve got with all that meat inside would make a nice barbecue for the Ring.” Pendles deflated. He’d been saving that all for himself for the past few weeks. All of that cooking and sauces and seasoning would just ruin it. He should’ve learned long ago never to mess with the Valkyrie. “From the look on your face, I guess we have a deal.” “Yeah, fine. Let’s just work on this smiling thing and get it over with.”

[a-beast-of-prey]

💊 - See my muse chug 3 5-hour energy drinks at 4 pm

It’s been a rough couple nights for K’ in terms of sleep. Rather, the lack thereof. All because Maxima had thought it’d be a great idea for him to stay on the Fortune’s Favour for a few days. The premise had been team bonding, or some BS, to make joint missions with the Rogues easier; become familiar with them all, maybe make friends. Yeah, right. Like he could work this lot. The varimorph was unhinged, the penguin’s constant apologies were grating, the kid with the rock monster was an absolute little shit, the purple guy gave off a dangerous vibe, like he was a hair trigger away from snapping and killing everyone onboard… And he somehow, without fail, always managed to flop onto the common room couch while the roa was stretched across it, invisible, for whatever reason. There were other members who came in and out regularly - a painter, a thrall, and an aelfrin, to name a handful - but none of them stuck around, or talked to him, long enough for K’ to get a proper handle on them. He already knew for sure that he loathed Orendi. As the fresh meat, she went out of her way to harass him. Especially in the middle of the night, slipping into his room via the vents, so he had the pleasure of waking up to eyes and teeth and four sets of spidery fingers playing around with his gauntleted hand. Which was the crux of the lack of sleep matter. The brat was unnerving and loved to shriek.

K’ ran his hand down his face, groaning softly into it. Pulled open the fridge, eyes homing in on the rows of energy drinks stacked at the bottom, with a little tip jar of sorts partially filled with shards in the far left corner. Well, if he couldn’t catch any shuteye, might as well caffeinate himself up and do something productive. He unzipped a few pockets of his jacket, scrounging out as much of the jagged gold pieces as he could. He appraised the generous fistful he’d amassed with furrowed brows. This should be enough, right? If he wasn’t, he could IOU it, or have it deducted from his next pay. He was too dead on his feet to care much either way, at this point. K’ tossed the shards into the jar with the rest and pulled out three cans, closing fridge after him with a foot.

The first can perked him up a little. The second made him feel a lot less like he was going to faceplant where he stood. K’ was halfway through the third when the buzz finally started setting in and… shit, maybe this was a bad idea. His flames were going nuts beneath the skin, roiling restlessly and overeager for an outlet. He was contemplating finding the training room he’d heard mentioned by someone in passing when a shadow in the doorway caught his eye. Not at all expecting there to be company, K’ damn near jumped out of his own skin, suddenly ready for fight or flight. A couple of sparks spat from around his knuckles, there and gone. The can clutched in his left hand crunched under his reflexive squeezing to make a fist. He stared at the suddenly not-so-round can dumbly for a solid five seconds before shifting his embarrassed gaze to Reyna. “Uh… hey.”

[schlemicl]

( The sound of Nova's Voice statics over the intercom. )

Hello, Battleborn. Good morning, or night, where ever you are. I am here to announce some important news brought to you by me and the fellow UPR, Out. Please listen carefully for these are REALLY important. Well, not too important but if you're going to his party then you should listen. If not, you could but you don't have to. For beginnings I will tell you the rules and money you can gain. Yes, money. Lots of it.

▪ EACH GAME WILL LEAD UP UNTIL THE BIGGEST PRIZE WHICH IS A CASH PRIZE OF 50,000 credits. They will be played three ( or four if tied ) times and given a point(s) to each person who participates in the games. ▪

{ someone can forfeit from a game or give their points up if they need to leave early. }

RULES FOR ALL GAMES:    

This applies for all games, please understand the rules. If you can not follow them then you will be removed from the game and all the points you have accumulated will be given to the winners or people who need them.

( 1. ) Do Not use any skills in the games. ( bummer I know ) Due to some Battleborn being able to move faster than others or hurt other people, there will be no need for you to use them. [ Excludes games Riddles & Surprises and Mayday Meltdown ]

( 2. ) No cheating. You must win games fairly without any alliances to tell you the right answers or help gain the advantage.

( 3. ) No dirty play. Do not trip, shove, push or bring any harm to other players. [ Excludes game Mayday Meltdown. ]

( 4. ) Do not underestimate other players, everyone is to be included.

( 5. ) No fights between each other unless you are in the game Mayday Meltdown. This is a civil party and you will be asked to leave the party if you try to cause anything. Please don't be that a**hole.

( 6. ) TRY to act formal and polite to everyone, if you can't, then tell Out and he'll be happy to separate the two of you so conflict doesn't begin.

( 7. ) Points are scored by the host. Do not manipulate Mr. Out into giving you more. He will not accept it.

( 8. ) Play the games at your own risk. Injures will not be our problem but however there will be a doctor at the party to look after everyone's needs. You guys are the Battleborn so injuries are a common thing.

___________.   GAMES    .____________

Catch the Shards:

Several Minon bots will be running around and only one of them has a jar of shards and whoever gets the one with the shards gets to keep the money and the bot. You will win a small prize of money or something valuable, your choice. Each Minon, with each round, will get stronger and more added. [ 3 rounds ]

Drag Race:

All participants will be in a pair of two, at random and drawn in a bowl. In this game, ankles will be tied to one another and the pair will have to decide how to get to the other side. During the session there will be a series of obstacles that the two will have to get past, teamwork is at key for this game. In each play the tasks and obstacles are different. [ 3 rounds ]

Riddles & Surprises:

This is a dangerous game thought up by yours truly & looked over by me. That's right. In this game you will look for two dozen plastic eggs and in each egg there will be different questions. Some are Riddles, others are triva, or about the host or the factions you have paired with. Each group is a set of six. You will have to answer the question before finding the next one. Once answered correctly a small portion of enemies will pop up to attack you, be it weak or strong. The strongest being a Thrall Brute or Varelsi Marksman, don't worry they're digital & not real. Each question will gain you some points and in the end will be divided out between each of the players. [ 1 round ]

Pin The Tail On The Orendi: ( sadly Orendi isn't allowed to play this one. )

All participants that are willing to play, please be advised that any injuries made to Orendi will be taken upon account and you will be charged. If Orendi comes to harm you, please see the host ASAP. He'll be sure to hook you up with a good doctor, God knows you'll need it. Please be aware that Orendi isn't right in the mind and will do anything to run from you. Thank you. The tail, that you will have to get from the middle of the grounds of the game, will be Velcro so there will be no harm to the varimorph. Whoever gets the designated tail on her will win the game and a small sum of money. [ 3 rounds ]

Mayday Meltdown:

In this game, a group of four is trying to catch all the Minon bots possible, you are able to steal other teams bots to gain your advantage but fair warning they might attack too. The group with the most bots at the end will gain money by how many bots the have and if possible times it by 2 ( 2 bots = 4 shards ) [ 2 rounds ]