Well basically Otherworld is a place for me to get back at people and characters I’m currently loathing. Quite simply it’s a neighborhood in my Sims2 game that houses sims representing people I’d like to assault, maim, or kill but don’t feel like going to jail to do so and characters who as they only live in people’s imaginations I can’t assault, maim, or kill even if I did feel like going to jail to do so.

The Population of Otherworld.

Well, Otherworld is more or less a fluid place, there aren’t too many people (for the sake of brevity, I will say people meaning both people and characters.) I have on my constant loathe list. A few people, however, have permanent residence there.

Bors De Ganis from The Chronicles of Albion: My loathing of Bors goes back to the first time I “met” him as he’s portrayed in Merlin’s Isle, a trilogy by the same author as the Chronicles. I didn’t particularly love him before that, he’s rarely portrayed as a wonderful guy, but Morgaine definitely tipped the scales into the “I really, really, really hate him.” And since the start of Albion, he has snowballed seriously.

The funny part about Bors? In a reactionary story I wrote (basically I wanted to see if I could write a character I loathed sympathetically.) I turned out a Bors that I adored. I found I could understand him to some degree. I sorta miss him. (Before you start, Morgaine, he’s already dead, even if I wanted to go back to B&Y.)

Brother Tuck from the Chronicles of Albion: Tuck is exactly the sort of priest that I stopped being Catholic because of. He’s a dick and he thinks because he’s a man of god (or in this case Wright) he’s always right. (heh, see what I did there?) He’s not. And it will be a sad, sad day when Father Hugh passes into the great here-after and Albion is stuck with Tuck-the-fuck!

Tiberius Hanover from St. Maxwell (No link cause I haven’t gotten St. Max on the net yet.): Tibby is the King in my Royal Kingdom challenge. He is a rapist, a pedophile, an adulterer, a skirt-chaser and a sadist of sorts. (Not the chain little girls to the wall and whip them sort, but the sort who very much enjoys his sexual partners being scared of him and unable to fight back because of his position in the kingdom, etc.) He routinely deflowers women and leaves them with child and out to dry.

Lady Winter: Lady Winter is the avatar of the Overgoddess Chipmunk (AKA Andavri.) She’s the one who gets to walk into the game and kick ass. Given that a lot of the people who will float in and out of Otherworld are misogynistic (and all three other permanent residents definitely are misogynistic) I think it does them good to be beat bloody by a woman in stiletto heels.

Otherworld and Numb

Otherworld is not taking up permanent residence here on Numb. The posts will be moved to a separate blog when I’m finished designing the theme for it and get that done. But Morgaine wanted to be able to share the pics that are coming in this post with the readers on her blog, and there’s no way that I’m getting that done tonight before bed. But because Numb is here and mostly dead at the moment, I’ll be putting Otherworld here on Numb for a post or two.

Chipmunk: The Goddess

I have had the nickname Chipmunk since junior high, my voice irl is naturally very high and I’ve been told I sound like one of the Chipmunks (of Alvin, etc. fame). So naturally when I need to think of a handle for my out of character roles, I thought of Chipmunk. Chipmunk is basically narrator and out of character interjection in both Otherworld and St. Max.

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Camp Happy Camp: Let’s meet the Campers

Good Morning, Campers! Welcome to Camp Happy Camp where the only person who’s happy that you’re all here is me.

This is Bors. Bors is an asshat. His head is permanently lodged in his rectum, and because of that, he has been sentenced sent here to Otherworld and the camp. We’re very glad to see you here, Bors.

This is Brother Tuck, Brother Tuck also is here because his head and his digestive tract meet on a frequent basis. I’m sure you’ll be very “happy” here, Brother Tuck.

And our last camper, Tiberius Hanover, but we call him Tibby, cause we’re all friends here. (And because I can spell Tibby when tired or in an hurry while Tiberius requires thought.) The warmest of welcomes to you as well, Tibby.

First thing on our agenda here at Camp Happy Camp is…

Makeovers!

So I’ll send you all up to your cabin bedrooms to change into your camp uniforms and then we’ll see what we can do about that hair, shall we? And no grumbling, campers, grumbling means you’re not happy, and everyone is happy at Camp Happy Camp! (Or at least I am and you don’t matter.)

Gee Bors, you don’t look impressed. I’m not either, we can do better, I know it.

Now, now, Tuck, you don’t look that bad. I mean sure I wouldn’t want hair crazy-glued to my scalp either, but beauty is pain.

Wonderful, Tibby, that’s a much better attitude than I’ve been getting. Not that you couldn’t use a tad more help as well, but because you’re being such a good sport and I’m not quite as mad at you right now as the others, I’ll go easy on you.

Has anyone ever told you, Bors, you look very much like Freddy Mercury? I love your hair, and the purple eyeshadow really brings out your eyes!

See, Tuck, you look great. Well, depending on how you define great, but you look even better than I imagined. I’m very impressed.

Ah, that’s my Tibby. Don’t look so glum, I think you look fabulous, if anyone in the world was meant to sport a faux hawk, Cheetah print, and tight pants it was you, my love.

Bors: If there were any justice in this world…

Chipmunk: There is justice in this world, you ended up in this world because your own worlds haven’t yet brought you to justice.

Bors: Know your place, woman!

Chipmunk: I know my place, it’s as goddess to you, you live and die at my pleasure and you might remember that.

Tuck: Maybe we could talk to the judge, get early release.

Chipmunk: I think being in Albion spoiled you, see, in Albion the gods rarely-if ever-interfere. Here in Otherworld, it’s just you, me, and eternity. Haven’t you always wanted to get closer to God, Tuck?

(I think they’re scared.)

As I think Bors needs to work on his inner peace, I’ve put him to work on tending the sand garden. Doesn’t he look peaceful. Hey Bors, you missed a spot!

Bors: *nothing repeatable*

I love the sound of swearing in the morning, don’t you?

In the immortal words of Scooby Doo, “Ruh-roh!”

Tuck: Hey, Tibby, Look, it’s Elvis in the bark of that log.

Tibby: Where?

Tibby: Hey, no fair, lemme stand up before you throw more water balloons at me.

Chipmunk: All’s fair in love and war.

Tuck: This is war. Do I wanna know where love is?

Chipmunk: Why from me to you, of course! (And a few other places along the way.)

Bors: What did you say?!

Chipmunk: Nothin’!

Oooh, wracked him. That looks like it hurt.

Rule # 3: All campers must dress for dinner, even if it’s just Tuck’s really crappy spaghetti.

As with all men, they must brag and tell each other how great of kissers they are. Can’t wait for them to start talking whoohoo.

And that brings to a close our first day at Camp Happy Camp.

Good night, Tibby.

Good night, Tuck.

Good night, Bors.

AWWW, he looks so cute when he’s asleep and his mouth isn’t moving. And so peaceful. Sleep well, Bors, you have no idea what tomorrow will bring, dear boy.