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Session 1
The actual first session of what goes by many names but can generally be called “The Game” is so shrouded in the mists of time as to be practically apocryphal. All that can be definitively said is that while each session starts with the same basic archetypes in play, those archetypes can and have changed over time, usually based on prototypes introduced by players and kept in subsequent sessions for reasons hidden in the twisting code of The Game itself.
A little known fact is that not all deviations and developments come solely from the players. Some merely emerge.
All of the above is to serve as clarification that by “session one” what is meant is the first session that at the precise same moment two agents - one Pospitian male and one Dersite female – opened their eyes in their respective ectobiology tanks and were welcomed into existence in the war that forms reality.
His name, taken from fragments of the host species’ language and culture, was designated as Mobius Trip. Bright and boisterous, a singer of songs and a lover of travel. A true son of the gold and blue, the shining kingdom of light. A bringer of joy and a lightener of hearts. To hear his laughing voice was to know Prospit, and love it.
Her name, derived by the same process, was Hadron Kaleido. Mysterious and silent, a swift stalker and lover of puzzles. A true daughter of the red and violet, the dark kingdom of shadows. An enchanter of hearts and a bringer of deadly peace. To see her killing dance was to know Derse, and respect it.
As what was to be always, they first met on the battlefield. As always, they were perfectly matched. In that first encounter (as in many of the subsequent ones) they killed each other. Not remotely a surprising or remarkable outcome of the meeting of two complementary Agents of the opposing kingdoms.
The remarkable part was what happened next: as they lay dying next to each other, they gazed up into the clouds. And in their final moment, came to the same realization: they were not so different. This realization came too late to do much of anything about it, though for the remainder of that session, soldiers of both sides told the tale of the bodies found on the battlefield: man and woman, pospitian and dersite laying facing each other, hands entwined so tightly they could not be separated, fingers forming a grid like the ground they lay on: black and white and inexorably linked.