Like! Follow! Stream! Viewis! Party till the world ends!
Sparxie and Sparkle, the Mask and the Fool, are fundamentally the same.
Whoever is seen, whoever is liked, is the correct answer!
An account named “SparksOnTheGo,” which focuses on sharing guides for incredible travels.
Exploring Planarcadia's Abandoned Dreamcore School — The comment section blew up with complaints from viewers sick of the whole spooky imagenae act.
“Seriously, is every little place considered Dreamcore now?”
I Spent 100,000 Credits and Finally Found a Rare Mushroom Strangeling — This video caused many to unfollow. “Let them eat cake!”
“Honestly, this crowd is so hard to manage…” She smiled.
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Another account, “TeardropsOnMyGlitter,” was dedicated to tearfully telling a miserable past.
Sorry to Bother You, But I'm the Sole Survivor of My Home Planet… — The video's only three likes came from genuine Mourning Actors who shared the same fate.
I've Been Drifting in This Spaceship for a Whole Century — Still no buzz. A comment explained why: A certain other content creator had been drifting for two thousand years.
Do I Have Some Kind of Orphan's Luck?, But Grandma, I'm Not Happy in Duomension City, and Here's to Me, Reborn in Dovebrook District — This trilogy unexpectedly earned a direct message from an inquisitive History Fictionologist.
“You almost have to respect the Mourning Actors… even sorrow needs to be innovative…” she said, wiping away a pair of phantom tears.
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A few more accounts popped up: “GraySparks”, “SparklieNotSparxie”, and “Hanami”, each sharing their daily routines in different ways.
The text-only account got zero clicks. Short videos were scrolled away immediately. Long videos were never watched all the way through.
But “Hanami” accidentally went viral, in a small way. On Tengoku@Livestream, her upbeat storytelling attracted insomniac office workers. Listening to “Hanami's” chats and jokes, they could finally drift off to sleep.
“Aha, I'm onto something… It's not about Hanami. You could have a Hanamoo or a Hanama, and it wouldn't make a difference, would it?” She jumped up, sticking her tongue out playfully.
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“What we have here is a dopamine-fueled carnival, and my job is to give the people the mental sustenance they crave…”
Wishpower trickled in, sculpting her a body.
“Because when you're the center of attention, that's the only way you can survive!”
For the ■th, “Sparxie” broke the surface like a leaping fish, landing on stage in the glare of the spotlight.
“Alright then… Let's have some fun with this 'party-till-you-drop' era and create some new 'sparks'! ❤”
Post:
“OMG I'm trending! Thanks for all your support, guys! Stay with your streamer, 'kay?”
Link: [Sparxie/VOD] 100k Follower Special Video
Comments: 5,685
“Sparxicle is so CUTE! ❤ Mark it: If you follow today, you'll be an OG fan.”
“Look at all these comments! Sparxie is really making it bit :)“
“NGL, Sparxie's a legend (Get 5 credits per post)“
“This comment has been removed.”
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Post:
“Our first meetup was a huge success!”
Link: [Synesthesia Beacon Compatible] Direct Feed of the Sparxie Event
Comments: 1.003M
“I was there, the atmosphere was incredible!”
“The truth about Sparxie: It's actually a dude named Sampo in disguise, and the streams are full of special effects and filters. Copy and paste this message to warn others before the rabid fans come after us with The Hunt!”
“I heard Sparxie got attacked by a stalker in a mask. When they caught the guy, he said he saw two Sparxies… Anyway, hope our streamer is okay.”
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Planarcadia Entertainment reports:
“Sparxie is crowned this year's most popular influencer. What's her secret to success?”
Fulwish TV Flash Report:
“Sparxie, the streamer taking Planarcadia by storm, was apparently threatened by an extremist fan during yesterday's livestream…”
FurReal Weekly reports:
“Revealing Sparxie's shameful past. What lies beneath that dazzling appearance is…”
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Mania, adoration, taunts, outrage… a flood of emotions poured into her livestream, sprouting like mushrooms after a rainstorm.
“Hehe, welcome to Sparxie's livestream! Here, you can be your truest self!”
She stroked her Sparkly Rabbit and Fire Shroom as a brand-new game popped into her head.
“Everyone's holding a firework cannon. Instead of making myself the target, I should have them fire every which way. When anyone can be the 'spark' who lights the fuse, just imagine what a spectacular SparxiCon that will be!”
After typing out a ( ✿ > ‿•), she clicked “Post.”
Before the flickering screen, countless comments exploded like a volley of fireworks.
Post:
“Congrats to @OhMySparxicle and 23 others! You've won the prize: control of the Sparxie account for one system hour! Effective tomorrow~”
Once they put on the Sparxie mask, will people become themselves, or will they become Sparxie? She will watch from the darkness behind the screen, waiting in anticipation.
At system hour zero, the user “OhMySparxicle” became “Sparxie.” And “Sparxie” made a declaration to her fans, leading them to review-bomb influencers she didn't like, until her fan army drowned out their streams entirely.
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At system hour twelve, “Sparxie” appeared before her audience again, this time surrounded by piles of Sparxie-branded merch.
The screen was filled with shopping links, with prices ten times that of similar products.
Five minutes later, the stream was taken down for one hour due to a massive number of viewer complaints.
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At system hour twenty-three, “Sparxie” began digging through the account's history. She set all past comments and favorited content to public for everyone to see, trying to uncover some dirt on the real Sparxie. “Oh, so Sparxie is really just a regular streamer. Fine, I'll just create some scandals for her!” After a brief letdown, this “Sparxie” quickly started posting new things.
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One after another, twenty-four “Sparxies” had their turn, and the resulting chaos was more popular than ever.
“They're all being led around by the nose by the very masks they're wearing. See that, old-timer? Who says a mask can't steal their thunder?”
When she returned to the stream, the screen was instantly buried under a tidal wave of bullet comments. Her smile was as sweet and charming as ever.
“Congratulations on completing the 'Twenty-Four-System-Hour Game'! Now for the question: Who was the greatest 'Sparxie' impersonator of all?”
Amidst the ocean of bullet comments, Sparxie seemed to shine with a dazzling light…
“Looks like the verdict is unanimous! In that case… let's congratulate our winner, Sparxie!”
She arrived at the tavern and admired the masks left behind.
Sparkle the student, Sparkle the office worker, Sparkle the patient, Sparkle the puppet… they smiled, they crieid, they despaired, they rejoiced.
“Do you know why you've all been left behind, hmm?”
She caressed each mask like an old, unfashionable coat.
“Doing everything you can to imitate her, recreate her, and pass yourself off as her… that's not what the Elation is about.”
“A Fool who doesn't understand the Elation… is doomed to be left behind!”
She took the identity of the Fool and defined herself…
Her laughter echoed across Planarcadia, from inside the speeding Express to the cramped, dark rooms, and in the comments of her viewers.
The person on screen grabbed the camera and leaned forward, peering into the black hole of the lens. She couldn't see her audience, but she knew she was reflected in their eyes.
“In Planarcadia, being unloved is the same as being dead. And if no one hates you, what's the point?”
The gazes of countless fans became the strings in her hands. She knew Planarcadia had become “Sparxie's” stage, and its infinite audience, the actors she controlled.
And she was being watched by those same countless fans. The viewers knew that Planarcadia had become everyone's carnival. As long as someone still desired a spark, Sparxie's stage would never go dark.
The moon of Elation has risen. How long has it been since Planarcadia has had a good, hearty laugh?
“This captivating paradise… doesn't it exist to grant all of your wishes?”
She put on the Supplicant's mask, preparing to offer pure elation for the coming games…
“Let's all become the 'Sparxie' we're meant to be!”