[centre][img]https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/divinus-mk4/images/3/3b/Afc6efa58bae4f9c3be8ed679a7ac131.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/310?cb=20200229065521[/img] [h2]Gibbou[/h2][/centre] [i]GULP![/i] [i]SLAM![/i] [i]CRIIIINGE![/i] [colour=lightblue]“HAH! YOU LOSE AGAIN! SUCKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!”[/colour] Gibbou flipped both birds at the figure across the long table, in front of which laid a large, pyramidic arrangement of brim-filled shotglasses, frozen in fear at the sight of their drained brothers and sisters on the opposite end. The figure was speechless, mainly because it had no mouth. Major Rockington of Lightside was a specimen of granite fortitude, a stone of stoic silence, indeed. Its unclearly defined visage was nonetheless in shock and awe at the sheer brutality of the Moon Goddess’ rampage through the liquor cabinet(s). Gibbou let out a simian scream and drummed her chest, still stinky and sticky with yesterday’s vomit. She picked up one of the glasses and hurled it at the major, against whom it shattered into a thousand pieces. Rockington’s expression could hardly be described as anything but stone-faced. Gibbou offered a sour mixture of a hiccup, a laugh and a retch and picked up another glass, tossing it at Kubrajzar. She then danced around in a circle, chanting, [colour=lightblue]“IIIIII AAAAM THE CHAAAAAMPION! IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM THE CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMPIOOOOOOOOOON! NOOOOOOOO TIME FOR LOOOOOOOOOOOOSER’S ‘CUZ IIIIIIIIIIIII AAAAAAM THE CHAAAAAAAAAAMPION”[/colour] She then hopped onto the table. [colour=lightblue]“OF THE MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!”[/colour] She then squealed another scream, one that sent the moon foxes running for the craters. Rockington didn’t know what to say. Gibbou ignored his mountainous silence, skipping down from the table again and bouncing her way over to the other side of her glass-dome house, where there stood a tall barrel filled with javelins. A distance off from the barrel stood a target, next to a pile of broken targets. It was wooden, depicting a humanoid figure - or at least an approximation of one - complete with spikes, horns and a mean grin. Over it hung a large cloth sign stretched between two poles on each side of the target. It read, in big, mean, red letters: [centre]|“AIM FOR TEH HEAD, CUZ NEIYA AINT GOT NO HEART >:(“|[/centre] Gibbou cracked her knuckles sloppily and gave the non-existent air a sniff. She pulled a javelin out of the barrel with an arm like a tentacle and made great efforts to balance herself. Squinting blindly, she sucked in a breath through biting teeth and tossed, missing the mark so spectacularly that she could feel the distant, mocking cackle of major Rockington. No matter, though - she had her solutions. Strolling over to a small table topped with a mirror pane, she reached for a tipped-over box sitting on it, white powder spilling out of it like a fallen sack of flour. She dunked the rest of its contents onto the mirror, packed it into neat, index-finger sized lines, cleaned her nose out and pressed her face against the glass. She took a deep, deep breath, dragging herself along the mirror with knowingly open eyes, staring her own reflection down into the ground. The kick was almost immediate, and she pulled away before completely finishing the line, grasping her flaming nose. [colour=lightblue]“OH FUCK, oh fuck, oh, oh, oh, ooooooooh shit… Gaaah… Aaaaa-ah-ah… Fuuuuck me, oh--... MMMmm… Guh, ugh…”[/colour] She sniffed many, many times, her mind clearing up with lightning speed and her limbs trembling with a sudden influx of energy and focus. She couldn’t help but slap herself sore all over her face, the substance dulling her pain completely. She leaned over and stared her reflection in its pink, bloodshot eyes. She hated it - it was everything she couldn’t stand; this person in this mirror, she had killed millions - she had forsaken the world below and left it without its protector, and she had been defeated by evil herself, proving once and for all that she, Gibbou, could never be the protector she had aspired to be. She would never be the Shield in the Night. The goddess snorted another line. She couldn’t have these thoughts - not now - they needed to go away, far away, never-come-back-away. She eyed her right hand - she had been biting her nails a lot lately; she had eaten away at her fingers, too, scabbed and scarred as they had become. A memory flickered from a night earlier in the week (or was it month? Year? Anyway…) when she had had a glass extra before bed. She had had a nice book in her hand - the Story of… Whatever, she couldn’t remember now - and then that glass had become another glass, and then she had gotten hungry, so she had taken her hoe out to tend to her garden, and then she had remembered that she lived on the godsforsaken moon, so of course there had been no fucking garden to tend, had there? And--... No, she had spears to throw - what was she getting upset over now? She hastened over to the barrel and withdrew a spear with all the expertise of a coked-up athlete. She took only a second to aim before throwing, the spear impaling the Neiya target straight through the forehead and taking the rest of the torso along for a few orbits. Gibbou threw her arms into the air and screamed, [colour=lightblue]“YEEEEEEAAAAH! I WIN! GIBBOU WINS! GIBBOU! WINS!”[/colour] Her knees gave way underneath her, and she held the celebratory pose as she knelt, the rush of dopamine filling her up like the warmth of a campfire in a winter storm. [colour=lightblue]“Hey, Gibs,”[/colour] came a voice. The moon goddess felt the warmth disappear in a flash, and slowly she brought her hands to her ears and took a quivering breath. [colour=lightblue]“You’re not real, go away.”[/colour] It snickered. [colour=lightblue]”Yeah… Yeah, you keep telling me that. It’s honestly kinda cute that you want to believe it, too.”[/colour] Footsteps inaudible in the vacuum of space paced around her. Gibbou shut her eyes and bit her lip. [colour=lightblue]”That was a good throw, by the way. 8.5/10 in my book.”[/colour] [colour=lightblue]”I’m just having a bad trip. You’ll be gone in a minute.”[/colour] Gibbou whispered. The response was a whistle. [colour=lightblue]”Babe, you know I never, ever go away. The harder you push, the harder I pull, until we both stumble off the cliff and into the endless, black, lonely abyss of nothingness - but hey, at least the two of us will be together, right?”[/colour] Gibbou felt her chest tighten. Her heart scoffed at her. [colour=lightblue]”What, do you think you’re the victim here?”[/colour] [colour=lightblue]”I’m-... I’m no victim. I--”[/colour] [Color=gold]”... Need to be protected?”[/color] [colour=lightblue]”No, I can protect myself, just--”[/colour] [color=8493ca]”... Just like you did against me?”[/color] [colour=lightblue]”FUCK YOU! I’m doing perfectly fine on my own! It’s just--”[/colour] [color=Maroon]”... It’s just that sometimes, it’d be nice to have family around, right?”[/color] [color=violet]”... Or someone who would kiss you?”[/color] [color=lime]”... Or maybe just friends to be around?”[/color] [color=0054a6]”... Like us.”[/color] [colour=lightblue]”No, that’s--!”[/colour] [color=#234C5F]”You will remain as you are. [i]Pitiful and weak.[/i]”[/color] [color=8493ca]”I cannot believe you fell for my act - did you think you could ever beat me?”[/color] [color=violet]”Your body is the only perfect thing about you.”[/color] [Color=gold]”... Maybe… Maybe asking you to be the guardian of the night was a bit too much. You’ve disappointed me, Gibbou. You really have.”[/color] Gibbou pressed her forehead against the lunar ground, her cranium aching from her hands pushing against her ears. [colour=lightblue]”Orey wouldn’t… She wouldn’t say that!”[/colour] [colour=lightblue]”Oh, sure, but she’s thinking it! You know she is! They all are, babe, and you know why?”[/colour] Gibbou swallowed, biting her lip nearly bloody. [colour=lightblue]”It’s because… They are right.”[/colour] “HELP!” Gibbou perked up, looking around. The moon was barren as ever, save for a few celestial foxes eyeing warily the creature talking so loudly to itself. The voice offered a surprised whistle. [colour=lightblue]”How about that! If it ain’t one of those millions of prayers you receive every day. Hey, wanna play a game?”[/colour] [colour=lightblue]”Just leave me be,”[/colour] pleaded the moon goddess as she rolled over into a fetal position. The voice clicked its tongue disapprovingly. [colour=lightblue]”Oh, come on, you were in such a good mood just five minutes ago. Come on, it’ll be fun! Here, I’ll start.”[/colour] Gibbou felt the currents of divine essence shift and looked up to behold an image of the mortal in danger, fashioned in ever-changing moon dust. It was a young nelven woman and her newborn, both pressed up against a cliffside. Gibbou could not see what had her cornered, but their dressings indicated that they were bandits. She was in tears, her baby weeping with incomprehension for its mother’s stress. The bandits surrounded her ever tighter by the second. The moon goddess pushed herself up so she could look at the image better. The voice snickered again. [colour=lightblue]”Lookie here, a mommy and her baby in the process of being robbed. Or, well, I suppose if we’re being realistic, the bandits’ll share her around the camp until she’s on death’s door and feed the baby to the shadowtigers, but hey, that’s just speculation…”[/colour] [colour=lightblue]”I… I need to help her.”[/colour] [colour=lightblue]”App, app, app! The game’s not set up quite yet.”[/colour] A full neck turn from the image, there appeared a bottle. Gibbou felt a sting in her chest - not one of pain, but one of need, like staring one’s lover in the eyes. A realisation dawned on her and she slowly shook her nead. [colour=lightblue]”N-no…”[/colour] [colour=lightblue]”Soooo here are the rules…”[/colour] [colour=lightblue]”I can’t…”[/colour] she pleaded. [colour=lightblue]”... You can either save her - I’m sure you’ve already figured out a bunch of ways to do so… Turn the bandits into bats, give her super strength, teleport her away, lotsa ways out of this…”[/colour] [colour=lightblue]”I, I can’t, I…”[/colour] [colour=lightblue]”Oh, for sure, you may fuck it up entirely, like you always do. Not guaranteed, but you most like would, and then it’ll all be on you. It’ll be your fault that she was raped, or worse, and her baby, murdered, or worse. It’ll be your fault and yours alone.”[/colour] Gibbou couldn’t even answer anymore, so choked up was she that ever sobbing felt like vomiting. The voice sighed. [colour=lightblue]”... Or… You can take the bottle - leave her to her fate. It’s her fault that she got caught, anyway. Nothing you can do about it, really.”[/colour] “KIPPOM, PLEASE!” the voice called out again. The baby squealed louder. Gibbou clawed at the skin around her ears, drawing godly blood. [colour=lightblue]”MAKE IT STOP! TELL HER TO SHUT UP!”[/colour] [colour=lightblue]”Well, I happen to know of a good way to chase away the voices.”[/colour] A [i]tink-tink[/i] of nail against glass sounded from the bottle and Gibbou’s bloodshot eyes regarded it hungrily. Her breathing slowed as her stress seemingly vanished at the thought - the voices, they would be gone. The image unleashed a cacophony of screams and dark laughter as the bandits finally reached her. Immediately, Gibbou sat back up and took the bottle into her hands. She pressed her lips against its opening and drank as though her life depended on it. She could hear the voice snicker. [colour=lightblue]”Yeah, that’s it. That’s how you shut us out. No, no, don’t stop. Gotta down the whoooole thing. Thaaaat’s it.”[/colour] As she drank, she could hear it - she could hear it all. The mother crying and screaming for them to stop; the men laughing and grunting and egging each other on; and the baby was nowhere to be heard. A hollow dunk that could not be heard signalled the bottle's soft crash to the lunar surface, Gibbou retching at the flavour of its contents. She could practically hear the skin tighten around the voice’s many-faced smirks. Her body falling into turmoil between depressants and stimulants, Gibbou felt her mind grow mushy. [colour=lightblue]”Did you ever consider how you may be more Twilight than Titania?”[/colour] Gibbou lifted her groggy eyes, her sight foggier than mountaintop clouds. However, for a few seconds, she saw her - her reflection: beautiful, innocent, powerful - everything everybody loved about her. But it wasn’t her. Its face winked and the voice snickered as the figured faded away. [colour=lightblue]”See you tomorrow.”[/colour] Then Gibbou fell asleep. [hider=Summary of Big Sad] Gibs has pretty much been drinking and partying it up on her own ever since we saw her last time. At the beginning of the post, she is having a shot competition with Maj. Rockington of Lightside, a most avid drinker, had he not been a rock. Gibbou beats him easily and goes to practice javelin throwing on her custom-made Neiya target. Her first throw misses, so she snorts a line of coke and throws again, but not before hating her reflection in the mirror tabletop for a bit. She gets a small existential crisis upon looking at herself, sure she could never be the protector she wants to be. She then throws the spear and decapitates Neiya perfectly, celebrating with a cry. Then she gets a visit from the voices in her head. She tries to shut them out, but that only makes them stronger. She tries to reason that it’s a bad trip, but they quickly get to work on breaking her down, taking on the voices of her closest friends and family and just going to town on her self-esteem. Then comes a desperate prayer for Gibbou and the voice wants to play a game: Either Gibbou can save the mortal woman with her baby from being raped and killed by bandits, or she can take a bottle of liquor, shutting out the voices for the night. Gibbou, afraid that she’ll fuck up the rescue attempt, takes the bottle, drinking herself to sleep to the sound of gruesome happenings down on Galbar. [/hider] [hider=MP Spendings and Stuff] Gibbou 5MP/5DP 5MP - Buy Sin domain: Despite what many may say, the path to a perfect life isn’t in love and family and friends and a good house and… Okay, maybe it is, but ask yourself: Is that a fun life? True self-actualization comes from listening to your own volitions, appreciating the earthly pleasures, and indulging in what you know to be good for you - if you enjoy it, how could it not be? The ultimate form of realizing your own desires and needs comes in the form of sin - only those who listen to none but themselves have the power to indulge, while others remain chained to simple concepts like “duty”, “temperance” and “good health”. As Goddess of Sin, Gibbou embodies the consumption of whatever makes you feel better right now - those extra minutes (or hours) in bed every morning; that extra little dram (or jug) of wine every night; that extra little handful (or sackful) to your salary without your boss knowing. Sloth, hedonism, the abandonment of duty, health and dignity for that extra rush - she inspires laziness and binges as a tool to delay action, to coax others into being slaves to their own desires, needs and wants. The destructive nature of such behavior is a natural part of life. Some people just can't handle addiction. Gibbend 0MP/5DP [/hider]