[mercury.]

its not a merc design if it isn't released right after another merc design. i can't pace myself lol
opossum baby for all my trash lovers. this komo loves to scavenge!





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[b]their best find:[/b] (500 words, max)[/size][/list]



ENDS 2AM EST, TODAY (march 29)

[Avisowl]

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[jim root]

username: oreo

name: socks

gender/pronouns: female, she/her

their best find: while on a walk through the park on her daily scavenge, she smelt something horrid. and she loved it! she used her strong sense of smell to guide her to it. what she found was: an alley full of trash cans. her life dream! it was like paradise! she ran towards one and knocked it over, spilling it's contents all on the ground. though she had recently washed her fur in the pond and her mother told her not to get dirty, she didn't care. it was worth it. she dug and dug and dug and found some rotting fruit and a moldy muffin. though it wasn't amazing, she still loved it. she knocked over the other one, finding mostly the same things. the final one was sitting right in front of her. she prayed to the opossum gods and knocked it over. on top of the pile, there was only trash; such as plastic and coffee cups. that was not edible and she thought they tasted disgusting. she had thought that the praying did nothing and was not worth it, but then she hit the jackpot! there was a half eaten box of donuts and a full cup o' noodles! she brought them back to her home and her mother was so proud, she didn't even care about socks' filthy, smelly coat.

[200/500]

[Sixbane]

username: Sixbane
name: Bennet
gender/pronouns: Male
their best find:
When digging through trash you find, that the best finds- aren't really finds at all, but finding things that acutely represent society.
...or something like that is what Bennet would have you believe. He's a master wordsmith, and as far as he's concerned- the best find he's found while digging through garbage is himself. Both figuratively- in the sense that nothing quite thrills him more, and literally.

If he had to choose a best physical find, it would be the ancient mirror- with only a small crack along its surface. A giant, old thing with a lot of "Character" and "History" he calls it. No- no treasure he's found has been quite as grand as digging through rubbish- just to see a giant reflection of himself! Marvelous! Now THAT was the most beautiful thing he's seen in the garbage in ages.

Some others might interpret this as him probably belonging in the trash but hey, he's an optimistic guy and far too stingy to give up his habits of using other man's trash as his personal gain. Buying something new? Why on earth would he do that. No, he doesn't care about the quality of his things- he's perfect just as he is as far as he's concerned.

Needless to say, he's pretty eccentric, but hey anyone who rifles through trash bins all day probably has to be.
228 words

[sicknasty]

username: sicknasty
name: evie
gender/pronouns: she/they
their best find: "oh, my best find? uhh. probably the time i found sheppard in a dumpster. it was wild. do you usually find emos crying in dumpsters? he was really sobbing, man. it was pathetic. he had, like, trash all over him. it was in his dumb hair. not that that's not a look. the trash, i mean, not his dumb emo hair.
i'm not an emo. i'd rather wear trash than shop at hot topic. i mean, most of the time i do end up wearing trash. i like trash. you find all kinds of cool stuff in dumpsters, y'know? oh yeah, like sheppard! i forgot that was what i was talking about, hahahaha. i'm dumb. sorry. but yeah. i was hoping for something cooler, but there he was! in the trash, covered in trash. and crying. i was like, what's the matter man? i don't actually know what he said after that, because he was all snotty and snuffling and i wasn't really listening, but i nodded and stuff and. yeah. we ended up going to pizza hut. that was neat.
anyway, now we're best friends and i'd die for him. even though he has dumb emo hair. so he's my best find, because i'm soppy like that."

[mars]

username: ➳ palla
name: ike
gender/pronouns: male, he/him
their best find:

it was a very special day for ike. the county fair was in town, and the prospects of the treasures left behind in the trash made his stomach flutter with excitement. the metal scraps from cans, the straws, the cups, the plastic bags...most people recycled the objects he was looking for, but at the fair, the lack of recycling bins led many to toss them instead. this was exactly the type of thing that ike was looking for - rescuing lost treasures from the trash for his art projects, carefully constructing them into sculptures so they wouldn't end up in landfills. of course going through the food bits of hot dogs and elephant ears was a bit nasty, but ike wasn't about to complain. he enjoyed building beautiful things from other people's trash; it was all part of the job. so was sneaking around, but...that was just personal preference to make going through garbage a little more exciting.

once he arrived at the fairgrounds, staff were nearly done putting away smaller tents and mobile games. the fair would be in town all week so they left many of the larger, more secure structures standing. ike hid behind one of these big tents, waiting for the staff to dissipate before making his move. yet...something seemed odd. he noticed an unnatural object discarded in his peripheral vision, and upon looking closer was surprised to see a clear plastic bag on the grass before him. it was held shut with nothing more than a thin rubber band and an orange creature swam back and forth within it, pushing at the bottom corners in a weak attempt to escape. it was...a goldfish? what kid would leave such a precious creature behind like a piece of trash dumped carelessly on the ground?

ike gently picked up the bag, admiring the creature within through the distorting properties of the liquid in which it resided. it had the most beautiful, shimmering eyes; he couldn't help but smile at them. it was charming, and in some ways, the little, lost fish reminded him of himself. he couldn't just leave it there to die! someone had helped him when he was at his lowest point, and in return, he'd continue the favor by helping this creature, too. plus...it didn't hurt to have a new friend around. ike's solo scavenging existence was lonely at times.

it had already been hours since the carnival closed to the public so the chances of the goldfish's owner returning at this point were slim - if anything, they would have already realized their mistake and returned to search for the poor thing. right now it was dire that ike get the creature into a proper tank with oxygenated water so it would survive. he immediately untied the rubber band, allowing fresh, new air to fill the bag before putting it back on again, holding the bag tight to his chest as he carried it away to safety. his garbage could wait.

[christina.]

username: christina.
name: judas
gender/pronouns: male, he/him
their best find: judas is a hungry, hungry boy. his stomach never stops growling, and because of his constant binge eating, he’s gained a few extra pounds. he doesn’t mind that at all. it’s cute and his mom is always pinching his chubby little cheeks. but for whatever reason, he’s completely oblivious about it. sure, that’s fine, but when there’s a nice awful smell coming from a hole the size of his snout, it’s a problem. but he’s very determined to get whatever rotten thing is down there, so he sucks in his stomach and tries his best to force his paws into the hole. it’s rough, and he’s panting by the end of it, but soon he can feel something squishy under his claws, and the smell is so strong now, and he can almost taste it—!

he yanks his paw out of the hole and is horrified to see that a clump of fur is missing from his wrist, but the tasty, rotten peach in his palm makes up for all of it. the side is bruised and there are a few flies sitting on top of it, but he happily leans in to take a bite. maybe a fly or two makes it into the mix of rotten peach—it’s extra protien, duh!—but in a mere few seconds, the peach is gone and he’s licking the sickly sweet juices from his paws. he’s so proud of himself, and as he’s walking home, he doesn’t hesitate to pluck a flattened cockroach off of the asphalt and stuff it in the side of his cheek.

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[noch]

username: yūgen
name: musket (after the revolutionary war musket)
gender/pronouns: male, he/him
their best find:

Being a historian isn't all that easy. In Musket's case, roaming the 13 colonies of early America was his passion, but it seemed unfulfilling that all he could do was touch up on the history that was already found. He craved going down in the history books, finding bits and pieces of other's legacies and helping emerging historians better understand the past and their ancestors. . . But, this goal would have to wait.

Musket hates waiting with his entire being. He's the more jump-into-it kind of guy, and get things done and over. As time passed (Musket getting very fussy in the process), he was finally able to join an organization that specialized in the history of the Revolutionary War. Their current task was to figure out who shot the first bullet in the Boston Massacre -- a historic mystery.

He cracked his knuckles. Musket loved hearing theories about this incredible event. It sparked something within him -- hope, maybe -- but he got to work instantly. He interviewed other historians about who they believe shot the first bullet, in which the answers were a mix of both loyalists and patriots. He went around the colonies and analyzed a multitude of documents from around that time, some before, some after, some during. He took pages upon pages of notes, to the point his hand cramped at night. He asked questions -- so many questions!

It was the middle of May. Musket was sweating and scribbling down the last bits of his notes reguarding a surgeon working with the American army. He sighed, and spread out every bit and piece of notes that he took over the last year. While grabbing a red pen, he began to circle, code, and question the notes he had down. Day and night, he questioned, looked over, and correcting every little detail. . . Then, it hit him.

A. Raymond -- a nineteen year-old man who ran away from home to join the war -- was circled on multiple pieces of paper. He looked them over again. Flustered in trial, shaking, determined. All of these words, phrases . . . it proved it. It was solved. A. Raymond was the man who shot the bullet heard around the world.

Musket started crying, heaving, sputtering out words of relief -- He found the most wanted theory debating the event that secured our countries history. He would go down in the books. He found it!
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[sobble]

i wanted to enter but tbh? i don’t have the time lmao, super early gl to everyone though!

[emblo]

MY DREAM

username: opossum.
name:
gender/pronouns: male (he/him)
their best find: wip i hope i'll have time