Putting The Pieces Together: GB Behind The Scenes 2025

Season 15 is now well behind us, and at last here is a long-overdue behind the scenes look at my events and characters from that year and how it all came together, as well as what got left out or changed from initial plans.

Getting Jiggy With It was born from a bit of a malaise I developed late in Season 14, where I was losing interest in traditional "go fight the bad guy" plots and wanted to do something different. My original plan was to do a plot with no serious antagonists. This wasn't the first time I'd considered such an idea (you may recall The Cabinet Of Curiosities had an initial similar goal), and I went into it expecting not to succeed. One thing I often find myself doing when it comes to RP is setting a goal knowing I will fail, but the idea was not an absolute adherence so much as it was restraint. For instance, some years I'll try hard not to add new characters to RP on a whim, so that when some inevitably get through my defenses, they're characters I really care about or that have a clear role to play in a story. This was the same way - I wasn't surprised when a couple of genuine antagonists popped up in the plot, but I kept the scope small and restricted, and we ended up defeating the closest thing the plot had to a Big Bad about halfway through, with most of the plot's other battles being against petty villains that weren't very threatening (Venom Brigade), a large animal of neutral alignment (Monsterverse Tiamat), and an honorable duel against a hero (Foetodon).

The idea of making a plot about Jiggies came from replaying the Banjo-Kazooie N64 duology on Switch Online's N64 app. I played BK near the start of 2024 and BT much later in the year after it came out on the app. Both games hold up well today, in my opinion, though admittedly the addition of savestates smooths off a lot of potential frustration and BT running without lag on the Switch helps it a lot. Both games deliver some wonderfully memorable worlds and characters, and as I've done in the past with franchises I hold in high regard like Streets Of Rage, Octopath Traveler, Sonic, and Pokemon, I wanted to do a plot that evokes the feeling of playing the game that inspired it, without just being a retread. I got the idea for a series of events where I essentially make a miniature BK level and let the Kobbers loose to go scoop up all the collectibles. I think it was a good idea, but it took some work to get the format right.

If looked at after the fact, the first two events of the plot are fine, but I didn't feel fine in the moment (particularly the first one). By offering so many little challenges at once and needing to reply to each one in turn, I'd overwhelmed myself. I finished the first event feeling poorly about not just my plot, but RP in general, and in fact was feeling so down on myself that terrible thoughts had begun pushing into my head of wanting to abandon plots entirely, or even outright quit RP. It wasn't because of anything anyone did. I was just bored of the same old same old, and yet struggling to find anything to replace it with. It wasn't a good feeling. Fortunately, by the time we got into June, my mood regarding RP began to improve, and Brawl Season helped me get back in gear. By the time we got to the Horus plot-within-a-plot arc, I was fully back to being excited to show you guys what I could do.

Let's go over the plot's cast first and see where that discussion takes us.

The Isla Sorna Incident

My name is Nina Velge.

I shouldn't be alive.

And if I am alive, I shouldn't be free.

I had one of the most dangerous jobs on the planet, and then my employers went head to head in a knock-down, drag-out turf war with the biggest pack of vigilantes the world has ever known. Red shirts don't survive that shit. The folks on the ground are the first to go. The front lines, the mooks, the meat for the grinder. Most of my fellow grunts are long gone now. Some died then. Some got arrested. Some ended up in another organization later, under some chump you might have heard of named Heidegger. Yeah, THAT Heidegger. Orchestrator of the One-Day War, who tried to touch the sun and had his wings melt. More deaths there, more arrests. So many people I used to work with are now either in prison, were in prison, or are dead as a doornail.

And yet, here I am. One of the lucky ones.

Hell, I guess it makes sense. All my life I've been slipping through cracks. What's one more?

I came to Olympia in January of 2019. High school dropout. Couldn't cut it. Hated retail. And I wanted nothing to do with the military. I was young, angry at the world, and wanted to punch something. So I did what a lot of people with no direction and an itch to do some damage were doing in those days. I moved to Olympia with what I could scrape together and joined The Curse. A lot of people make a lot of assumptions about The Curse, and I'm here to tell you that it... was complicated. I'm not gonna mince words or try to defend it, it wasn't a good organization. But not everyone in The Curse was a piece of shit, though. Far from it. Take a sample of a dozen grunts and you'd get a dozen reasons for why they joined up. There were people who thought it was the easy way to riches and success. Others didn't see any other way at all. There were folks who felt they had to join for their own safety, and folks who enlisted specifically because it could be dangerous. Some wanted the thrills of operating outside the law. Some thought Plague and his friends at the top were visionaries. Some drank the Kool-Aid and thought Olympia would legitimately be better with The Curse in charge.

Some just wanted to watch the world burn.

I was kind of in the middle. I wanted to make an impact in a way that the establishment didn't like. I've never been great at toeing the line. Got in trouble at school a lot, especially once I hit my teens. One day I got sick of it and walked out and that was the end of it. So I wound up in The Curse, as a Shrapnel. The recruiter, a bitch with hair that writhed like a snake and skin as pale as a fish's underbelly, asked me which division I thought I'd be most useful in. I looked at 'em. Asked a couple questions.

And, because I was really damn stupid, I picked InGen.

In Pursuit Of The Truth

"Auntie!"

The young girl ran across the grocery store, arms outstretched. Binah broke into a grin, abandoning her shopping cart and spreading her arms, letting the impact happen. She hugged Binah fiercely, with the sort of energy and trust and decisiveness you only see from someone too young to know better. Binah chuckled as they embraced, and then she ruffled the girl's hair, her medium-length brown locks flying as Binah's hand scooched back and forth.

"Well hello there, my little lady." Binah beamed down at the girl. "What a pleasant surprise! ...And speaking of surprises, what on earth are you wearing?"

The girl stood with immense pride, grinning and putting her hands on her hips as she showed off her outfit to Binah - a black robe with gold accents. "You like it? It's just like your clothes!"

"Aha, so it IS on purpose! I knew it."

"You know everything, Auntie!"

"Where's Mom? She's with you, right?"

"Yeah, she's just slow! You know I always beat her in races!" the girl boasted.

"Hehe, true, true."

"What have you been doing at work lately?" the girl asked, her eyes wide and hopeful. They faltered as Binah could only return her expectant gaze with a sad, resigned look in her own eyes.

"I'm sorry, dear... You know I can't talk about it. As always, my job is top secret." The PCR only told non-members of its' work on a need-to-know basis. And though she would insist otherwise, Binah's eager little niece most certainly did not need to know. Binah's heart broke as the girl's face fell and she looked down at the ground.

"Oh... I hate that dumb rule. I thought you said you were gonna get rid of it."

"I've tried. But I'm not important enough in the company to make those kinds of changes alone. There are others I need to convince, and they won't hear it. So my job remains secret, I'm afraid."

"But... if I take a job with you when I grow up, then you'll HAVE to tell me, right?"

Binah grimaced a bit. "T-true... but I don't know if I like the idea of you having a career there."

"It's worth it to finally find out what my super-cool Aunt Binah does for a living!"

Binah couldn't help but chuckle again, a smile returning to her face. Then she heard the voice of someone approaching.