Ren Morin was a player in the Shadows for the Hades Tigers, and was with the team from Season β1 until Fall Ball.
Official League Records
Morin joined the ILB as a lineup player for the Hades Tigers with the Return of Blaseball.
During the Coffee Cup, Morin played for Inter Xpresso as a lineup player. Morin received the Perk modification after the tournament due to being a member of the winning team.
During Season β12, Day 46, Morin swallowed a peanut and had an allergic reaction, decreasing their overall rating 7.2 → 2.9 .
During the Season β12 elections, Morin retreated to the Shadows in exchange for Matteo Triumphant as a result of the Tigers' Foreshadow will, resulting in a combined 4.6 → 5.8 stat increase.
During the Season β15 elections, Morin's defense was boosted 1.3 → 1.8 as a result of the Shadow Defense Practice blessing.
During the Season β22 elections, Morin's defense was increased 1.8 → 3.0 as a result of the Tigers' Shadow Infuse will.
The remainder of this article contains lore created collaboratively by the Blaseball community.
Ren Morin (モリン 廉, Morin Ren) has █ degrees of rotational symmetry. Ren Morin's name is adapted from a small subset of his original name, which is infinitely long. While an understandable problem in Japan, Morin was dismayed to have the same problem upon speaking his true name when moving to Hades. The immigration officer assigned to his case in ████ could neither spell nor pronounce his name, primarily due to having the incorrect number of mouths (as well as lacking a classical background).
To preserve the safety and sanity of the audience, Ren Morin plays with a perceptual matrix projecting his true form into one copacetic to three-dimensional space, usually taking the form of a large girthy tiger.
Morin plays centerfield, which is to say that Morin can generally be found alternately napping and running abruptly about the outfield, chasing butterflies and pop flies.
At bat, Morin ambles up to the plate, bat clutched firmly in his maw, often resulting in the bunts he is most famous for.
Tigers fans are known to chant "PSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSP", organized by section of the field, to encourage Morin to run in the direction of the bases. On "Laser Pointer Days" at the Sixth Circle Stadium fans will shine their laser pointers at the base Morin should run to and occasionally at the player on that base.
A Short Story on Ren Morin
- Space twists. Dimensions shiver. Something new springs forth. This time, the Interdimensional Rumor Mill reveals a Rumor from IF-69.420 out of its Rumor Registry...
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It’s been a few months since I was swapped out for Matteo. Thinking about it still stings a little. I’m not mad, far from it! I will admit that seeing Matteo out and about makes it hard to keep up a smile, which may be a good thing as I’ve scared many children smiling in the past. I rather like working in the cat cafe, actually, and I appreciate Hades giving me a job, but nothing feels quite as good as knocking a ball out of the park. Or bunting. I rather liked bunting.
I hear an infernal chime from the front of the shop, followed by the soft clicking of dozens of tiny claws on the hardwood. The cats are loose. A large pink fellow enters the shop, gently closing the door before any of the cats can get loose into the street.
“Hello, Richmond,” I say to my guest, watching as the mob of kittens attempt to nibble on his ankles, smelling fish.
“GBBLBGBBGLBGGLGBGBGLBGLBLG,” He responds, kneeling to pet a rather feisty calico.
“Oh, you know, same old, same old. Not much is going on over here now that the season is in full swing.” I grab a pot and begin to heat the water. I’m still not entirely sure what this ‘coffee’ thing is, but I think I’m getting the hang of it.
“GLBGBLG. BLGBLBGLBGLBGLB?” Richmond picks up the calico, seemingly unbothered by it chewing on his gills.
“Of course. One ‘coffee’ with extra sugar, right away.” I clear a table of cat fur, most of which is not mine, and set a place for Richmond to sit.
As I prepare Richmond’s ‘coffee’, I find myself staring into the cup, swirling with bean juice and cane sugar. I’m reminded of Emmett. I never thought about it, but he was pretty passionate about this stuff. He was passionate about a lot of things, but even though I didn’t get a lot of it, it was nice to listen to him talk. He took his ‘coffee’ with extra foam, and would chug the stuff while he worked. Not quite sure how, considering the lack of lips and digestive system, but he loved it. It’s been more than a decade since I lost him, but thinking about him hurts just the same as it did the first day without him.
“LBGBLBGBLGLBGLBGBGGLBG?” Richmond jolts me back to reality, a caring look in his eyes... or it could be the mucosal film over them. It can be hard to tell sometimes.
“I’m fine, thanks,” I say as I finish his cup. “Here you are.” He gladly takes the ceramic mug and peers into the liquid. He appears far more invested in the fluid dynamics of the ‘coffee’ than the consumption of it.
After a bit, Richmond hands me his cup, which I promptly dump down the sink.
“BLBGBLBGLBLBLGBLB!” He exclaims loudly and standing upright, shocking the cats and causing them to scatter.
“It was nice to see you, Richmond. Give the other’s my best.” I say, waving goodbye as I see his Charon™ Lyfe™ pulling down Styx Street.
“GBLGBLBLBLGBLBLBLBGBBLLLLBLGB. GBBLB!” Richmond gurgles as he steps out the door, the screams of the damned briefly filling the shop.
I sigh. Alone with the cats again. They look so familiar and I can’t quite put my paw on why. Something about their physiology. Somehow they seem… primordial. Otherworldly, even. Cosmic, primal, all-knowing— oh god that one is puking oh god oh god.
Ren Morin was seen going on a date with Hellmouth Sunbeams batter Emmett Internet during the season 3 post-season. When reached for comment on the date, Ren Morin let out a series of noises that were approximated to the roaring heat of the flames of the deep below, combined with the roars of a tiger den. When asked for follow up, he clarified that, "It was a nice date and our relationship will likely continue."
Ren Morin has never been married, and has no known children.
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