Corporeal Forces: 3 Strength: 8 Agility: 4

Ethereal Forces: 2 Intelligence: 4 Precision: 4

Celestial Forces: 1 Will: 3 Perception: 1

Vessel: Radioactive Moss Creature/1

Skills: Dodge/1, Emote/3, Fighting/4, Fast-Talk/3, Move Silently/1

Songs: Dreams (Corporeal/1, Ethereal/3, Celestial/3), Motion (Celestial/3), Shields (Corporeal/1)

Well, he's not very radioactive. Just enough to let a Geiger counter know that he's there. He doesn't have the oomph to be anything more.

That's his problem, really: the R.M.C. is way above his station as it stands. The ethereal plane's a funny place: normally, the idle weird concepts that get sparked there stay small. Very, very small: there isn't enough belief in any given idle fancy to sustain them for more than a minute or two.

Usually. The R.M.C. is, however, a somewhat unique case: he was in the right place at the right time to get drenched in Essence that wasn't, strictly speaking, his to take. A low probability, sure, but it's a big universe out there: low probabilities happen, sometimes. He's not going to complain.

The problem is, how to sustain it? Nobody actually believes in Radioactive Moss Creatures, and Hollywood is no help, this time around: hard as it may be to believe, even American International Pictures somehow inexplicably neglected to feature one in one of their movies. The R.M.C. would like to keep on existing, thank you very much, but if he doesn't want to implode in the next few days, he'll have to take care of it himself. The ethereal is barely aware of the War, but what he's heard isn't promising. Maybe this Beleth or Nybbas would give him a job, but the R.M.C. doesn't actually want to hurt anyone: if he could just shamble across a dreamscape or two, that'd be enough to keep him existing in some form.

If only there was a way to get the idea of a Radioactive Moss Creature into the popular culture, even in a limited way...

Is anyone else's head hurting from the way this has suddenly gone meta-game?