OGLE-2012-BLG-0950Lb

## The Astray

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****OGLE-2012-BLG-0950Lb**** is a... planet. He orbited the star OGLE-2012-BLG-0950L, but he no longer finds himself loyal to a galaxy or a dimension, or any set of morals.

* Untimely Beginnings
* The B.D.O.
* A Broken Compass
* Reconstructed Thoughts

Once a lowly and impressionable world, his entire life was one of emptiness, before he made the grave mistake of taking up interest in technology after lifeforms from a troubled and exploited planet began rapidly colonizing across the galaxy with such potent megastructures seen nowhere else. Of course, that wasn't the **only** interstellar civilization in such an odd universe, with another one originating from a distant planet named "Earth". Awestruck at such machinations, he waited in his home system like everyone else and gladly obliged, yet disappointment struck him as nobody came. He was too cold, massive and out of the way. This, along with him being the planet that he is, not even a flicker in comparison to most stars, led him to steal prized nanotechnologies from under the noses of an agonistic organization to fulfill his dreams, as a last resort against all that was viewed as unfair to him.

He decided to make some new "friends" with what little charm he had left in a sad attempt to boast about his knowledge. Controversies and arguments stemmed from such claims he spouted, with many shrugging it off as bold nonsense. It had gotten to such a point that people publicly shunned him and looked down upon him. He couldn't take it. In the heat of it all he took it out on the wrong people, ostensibly resulting in an untimely demise. The utility fog left mostly saved him afterwards, although he was still within an inch of collapsing. The way people treated him made him made him so tired and sick, leaving him to consequently wander off by himself. He took his auxiliaries and left the galaxy, with no intent on returning.

Looming far in the depths outside of the glowing reaches of the galaxy was a metallic and abstract structure, almost shattered in form, yet with a perfectly circular hole in the middle. It looked alien, like nothing that came from this world, as a faint, staticky hum resonated from the inside. Nearly anyone could notice a slight purple afterimage just by blinking next to it, yet there **was** nobody around to see it, none except for him. It looked odd to him, as if it shifted ever so slightly behind his back. Curiosity had gotten the better of him, like always, as he approached the construct, as real as everything else around him. The closer he was to the structure, the greater he felt an aura of disturbance, as if to force him away. He persevered, for this was something new, something utterly captivating. He set his hand onto its surface, oblivious to the mere thought that his fate was about to be forever sealed.

The big, and presumably dumb, object immediately whirred to life, emitting an impossibly brilliant light from within, a glow so radiant it could be witnessed from across the galaxies. His sheer astonishment was enough to keep him frozen in place, as all he could do was stare. The countless stars in the sky spun faster and faster, into a relentless maelstrom of light as existence began to glitch. **With every passing second, he could feel the near-endless amounts of power flowing through him. Sparks, ideas he had never felt before, were directly instilled into his being billions of times a second. Every possible thought that every possible person in every possible universal iteration could think, all at the same time.** Right on the spur of the moment he finally gave in, yielded, submitted to the chaos, as reality slipped in the presence of such a big and dumb object, now a meaningless abstraction. Then as quickly as the divergence had appeared, it vanished. In its place was nigh a tear, a screaming puncture in the fabric of the universe itself. Everything suddenly clicked. He knew what he had to do. Within the next second, he was gone.

1,241,107,812 minutes and 43 seconds have passed. He hasn't known what's right for him anymore. After the second chance he's been given from brutally dying to such a corrupt husk of a star, he's found himself in possession of technology far too powerful for the mere planetary object that he is. It's almost made him a new, unrecognizable being in comparison and it's something else he definitely knows how to exploit purely to his advantage. His plan was to initially wander through various dimensions in an effort to coordinate attacks on several arbitrary "people that wronged him" across the multiverse via kidnapping as many iterations of himself as he could reach in his travels. Having not accounted for the many reality paradoxes, he's found himself now lost at a point along the way, depraved from any sort of moral compass he's once had.

He really thought his abhorrence of a plan was coherent enough for himself, yet it barely missed the mark. After the realization that uncountable swarms of nanobots are taking place of his arms and much of his own body, he began to quickly realize that he was essentially free after the 23,756th universe or so, and that there's nothing in the way anymore of him doing what he wants. Astonished at said revelations, he looked up in silence at another star-filled sky that wasn't his, a ceaseless reminder to never return back home. With what he has, virtually indistinguishable from powers without any closer inspection, the only inner lights he sees are the ones pertaining to himself. While most of the objects he's after are evil, he's not necessarily after them for the right reasons, as his own views of "good" and "evil" are incredibly blurry and he refuses to draw the line at any one point. His greater goals have become unbeknown to even himself as everything he thinks is now a vague blur, overshadowed by his own inner "corruptions" of sorts.

He gets extreme feelings of pleasure out of exploring and wandering off into places he know he shouldn't be, and it's always been a thing he's never been able to stop himself from doing. Curiosity has always taken him over, more often than not for the worse. Having lived a past life of failure and having only had a few select people actually take him seriously, he had always seen himself as no more than someone in the background, who's only purpose was to die. Someone ignored, neglected, and thrown under the bus at the end of the day, yet now he sees that he is much, much more than he had once thought. He holds his technological advancements dear to himself and will not be afraid to use force if one attempts to strip him of the things he's never had the chance to have, although simply escaping to the safety of another dimension is usually the first step in his plan of evasive action.

Despite much of his mentality being an egocentric smear into what can only be described as his "mind" or "code", he still knows how much he could change if he really wanted to. Having been through way more than any "normal" or "chill" tax paying planet should have, he has became much more deceitful and cunning of a person than most, rivaling those in the reality he hails from, having snuck off from the eyes of apathetic stars. He's sometimes taken on an appearance of being ringed, for the sole purpose of inducing confusion into others. He is no stranger to mind games and manipulative sweet-talking, often being persuasive in order to gain access to things he know he shouldn't be getting into, but he just can't help himself since fighting is usually never his first answer. He works for nobody, the rogue, anomalous shell of a world he is.

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## OGLE-2012-BLG-0950L b

OGLE-2012-BLG-0950L b is a Neptune-like exoplanet that orbits an un̸̲̺͍͈̜̱̯̻̦͍̞̤͚̽̑̓͆͆̄̽̀͂̊̂̐̕͝k̸̨̛̛͈̠̻̘͍̜͙̇̎̅͜no̷̥̭͍̜͛̊̓͋͆̊͠͝w̸̡̧̛̟͇̪̼̼̭̙̗̠͉̄͛͗̆̇͑̐̈́̓̈́̽͗̚͠n-type star. Its mass is 35 Earths, it takes 5.6 years to complete one orbit of its star, and is 2.6 AU from its star. Its discovery was announced in 2016.

## Character Stuff

### Enemies

Everyone

**OGLE-2012-BLG-0950L b** is an exoplanet orbiting the star OGLE-2012-BLG-0950L, 8,480 light-years away from a typical G-type main-sequence star that has absolutely nothing to offer.

## Bio

He's a bit more aloof and out-there than other planets, and he doesn't really put any serious thought into anything. It's often hard to get him to listen at all, and his star eventually gave up on trying to help him. He's too pure and oblivious to things for his own good, and he won't ever know any form of pain until it eventually reaches him in one way or another. He really enjoys turtles, despite them not existing in space. Still, that won't stop him from liking them nonetheless as he mumbles his favorite catchphrase under his breath to everyone's dismay. It's pretty much become a habit for him at this point and he doesn't care because he absolutely loves it.

## (Byxa-nuhus)

The artist's impression of OGLE-2012-BLG-0950L b

## Character Stuff

### Friends

Atyr, Ijavom, Urym-erih-ixire, Ureqa Gemu, Dotogaly, Nicoxane, Asab An, Idonal-ecori, Rena

### Enemies

Yroji-kezex, Ufaremu-rira, Orani'kiweg Oca, Awevoru Rato, Eset Eto, Momo, Ogafut-opemiqy, Rofoq Yny, Erikere, Usywada-j, Nocos, Rosi, Nudysy, Mone Hahu-zo, Wufi Cina Wyw, Totux Ag, Usatun, Qaqo, Qacurev-yre, Qediqun, Renurug Efi, Yjab, Sarip-imani Qa, Igavan-anez

**OGLE-2012-BLG-0950L b** is an exoplanet orbiting a distant star, named after his timeline's bringer of chaos.

## Bio

Having the highest eccentricity of the planets in his system along with several moons, it's definitely safe to say that Byxa-nuhus **IS** in a constant state of chaos. He sports countless bruises from his experiences and is simply not the kind one wants to mess with. Like any good planet, he hates a good amount of his smaller moons and clearly displays favoritism among all 33 of them.

None of the other planets orbiting his star, like the similar Uwel, ever speak to him, let alone make eye contact out of fear for what might happen. Byxa-nuhus is a very reserved individual and wants to keep to himself as much as possible, despite his moons always keeping their eyes on him. Not even they know his deeper, darker secrets, likely for the better. It's not completely clear if he's fully ready for any cataclysmic disasters in the not-so distant future or not, but he seems more prepared for them than most.

## Basic Stuff

### Type of Planet

* Jovian
* Sub Saturn

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### Enemies

None

**OGLE-2012-BLG-0950Lb** is a Sub Saturn orbiting OGLE-2012-BLG-0950L in the OGLE-2012-BLG-0950L System.

## Bio

OGLE-2012-BLG-0950Lb not only has a long name out of the planets in his universe, but he really, **really** likes turtles. He will not stop until he gets the point across to every last star that he sees that he likes turtles, no matter what it takes. It's a wonder he can still talk given how many times he claims his admiration for turtles.

He reeks of unoriginality. Everyone and everything around him does, although he certainly can't feel it.

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### Enemies

OGLE-2012-BLG-0950L

**OGLE-2012-BLG-0950Lb** is an exoplanet orbiting the star OGLE-2012-BLG-0950L, 7142.49 light-years away from Earth towards the center of the Milky Way.

## Bio

He's definitely one of the more cautious ones out there, nearly always questioning every last detail about something. His only true friend is the nearest exoplanet to him he knows of, OGLE-TR-56b, famous for iron rain. He has a vendetta against his own star, constantly calling her out for how snobbish and condescending she is, because she simply cares about herself more than the conditions of her sole planet. It isn't clear to him how many people out there know of his existence or not, but regardless he has a knack for sheer criticism. Sometimes he can't sleep due to the blinding light of the galactic core, and it usually bothers him given his galaxy's leader is corrupt and also heavily self-absorbed.

## OGLE-2012-BLG-0950Lb

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**OGLE-2012-BLG-0950Lb** was an exoplanet orbiting OGLE-2012-BLG-0950L, 7142.49 light-years away from the Sun in the constellation Sagittarius.

## Bio

He formed into existence with a simple purpose in mind: be an incredibly ~~un~~funny background character for pure comedic relief. It was successful at first, until he quickly gained an actual personality from being with others. Jokes about him liking turtles for the umpteenth time turned into long, drawn out conversations about the meaning of existence and why things are the way they are. No one has seen him ever since a supposed encounter happened.

His host star, OGLE-2012-BLG-0950L, never truly loved him and exaggerated about how much of a disgrace her planet was, although he always tried his best to focus on other things in life. He was never as outgoing as others, mainly watching conflicts unfold from the sidelines if anything. One thing was for certain and that was that he knew. He never asked for it, but it never stopped him from seeing through it all like glass. None of it was ever real and he knew it, for he was aware where others were miserably oblivious. Quite some time has passed without him and people had already started to forget, none knowing of his current whereabouts.

He had quite a few good friends, although besides the few that were level-headed and "sane", most paid their space taxes and liked to think of the status quo as objectively chill. It never truly hit him back then, although a few hypotheses say that it may have taken as little as a bagel to change the course of his life forever.

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## OGLE-2012-BLG-0950L b

Imaginary Picture of OGLE-2012-BLG-0950L b (SOON)

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**OGLE-2012-BLG-0950L b** is an exoplanet orbiting the star OGLE-2012-BLG-0950L, located about 9784.7 light-years (3000.0 pc) away from Solar System. His discovery was publicly announced on 2016.

## Bio

A resident of one of many, many monotonous and bland realities, even the mere idea of something intriguing is completely alien to him, let alone anyone else. Every day was the same and existence itself was seen as utterly pointless. That was until the Great Crabbening happened and all hell broke loose, only for everything to momentarily return to the way things are and have always been, utterly repetitive and hopeless, with no end in sight.

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**OGLE-2012-BLG-0950L-b** is a planet orbiting the star OGLE-2012-BLG-0950L, 8480.06 light years away from a solar system thought to hold at least 8 planets.

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Oops! It appears that you have reached the end. I am not done with this. -TBA

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### Contains

**OGLE-2012-BLG-0950Lb, OGLE-2012-BLG-0950Lb, OGLE-2012-BLG-0950Lb, OGLE-2012-BLG-0950Lb, OGLE-2012-BLG-0950Lb, OGLE-2012-BLG-0950Lb, OGLE-2012-BLG-0950Lb**

## Bio

Wait.... no... **`Iτ'S ALL HIM. EVERY LαST BODY IS 1N A STATƐ OF ENTURTROPY.
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**`IT'S ALL HIM. HE ƐNCOMPαS5ES AND I5 CONNECTED TO EVERYτHING, YET EVERYTH1NG IS A MERƐ FABRICATION IN COMPARISON TO HIM. IT'S ALL HIM. N0TH1NG CAN BE 5EPARATED FR0M HIM. INESCAPABLE. HE IS UB1QUIτOUS. N0 MATTER WHAT, NOTHING CAN ƐSCAPE FROM HIM. 1T IS IMPOSSIBLE TO αVOID HIM. EVƐRYTHING AND EVƐRY0NE 1S JUST A PART 0F HIM. HE IS ALL-ENCOMPA5SING, AND NOTHING CAN ƐXIST WITHOUτ HIM. HE IS 1NESCAPABLE. THERE IS NOTHING THAT CAN BE SEPARATED FROM HIM. INƐSCAPABLE. EVEN NOτHING, αLL THAT ISN'T HIM, CANNOT BƐ WITH0UT HIM.`**