Talk:Beasley Day

Proposal to update Beasley's IRM to a filebox type

Beasley Day is mentioned in Walton Sports' update:

Sports takes on grill duty at team dinners, where his teammate (and three-headed dog) Beasley Day often keeps him company. (Sports does slip some snacks to Day whenever he can, although he’s not very sneaky and this is common knowledge on the team)

The Pies have finished up with an overhaul of Beasley's lore, so we're looking at adding a general lore section and two IRMs

The new Community Lore section will be about 1050 words long, including an origin story, Day's relationship to the team, Day's rivalry with the Philling, and Day's general reception by flans.

The two IRMs are sections of lore that don't necessarily contradict anything in the general community lore section, but they both highlight specific takes on Beasley, one as a movie star and one as an activist, that make the Community Lore a bit too busy for them to be included there. Each is a bit over 300 words, and is written in a distinct voice.

I'm happy to share as little or as much of the articles as anyone wants, just didn't want to make the discussion page too cluttered.

Suggesting the main profile image for this page be changed to this one by @VHS_DREAMER, and the current image be cycled to the "Gallery" section

They have given their consent for their art to be used on the wiki.

Beasley Day is a video game streamer and hitter for the Pies. Though she is better known for her role as the latter, her identity is clearly more based around the former, and she views blaseball as a side gig or hobby. Most of her views come from fans of her blaseball career, though they rarely subscribe given the poor recording quality, poor interactions with viewers, and poor gameplay. She will frequently tell viewers the times that she will be streaming live, but promptly forget those times, alienating whatever fans she might have had.

The Worst Beasley Day of Her Life

One day, Day was mid-stream when Farrell Seagull crashed through her window in a barely-controlled dive, spraying shards of glass and grey-brown feathers just absolutely everywhere, like those of the Dunnock (also known as a ‘hedge sparrow’, a small bird with unusual breeding habits).

“Oh no no no, what the hell are you doing?” screamed Beasley, backing away as Farrell thrashed wildly on the floor, absolutely goddamn shredding the cables she had collided with. “Farrell, Farrell, what the hell! You broke my window!” repeated Beasley as Farrell righted herself awkwardly, erratically preening her feathers. She eyed the terrified Beasley beadily, letting out a quiet “wark-wark” warning call, before turning her mind to her favorite pastime: theft, which Beasley would have known if she’d talked to any of her teammates for like, more than a minute, because Farrell would have been described as “the least sexy cryptid imaginable” by Philly Pies Hamilton stan Lang Richardson, or “ow”,“what the hell, man”,”where’d my BMX go” by the late Jessica Telephone.

Farrell began rummaging through Beasley’s belongings, snatching and swallowing anything shiny or interesting she spotted. She would pellet those out later, like an owl, hawk, or heron once she got back to her nest. Her nest, by the way, was a large wattle and daub platform hidden in the rafters of the Tastykake stadium constructed of stolen baseball bats, spit, and other stolen materials (like Beasley day’s HDMI cables or Telephone’s skateboards), and was largely left alone by everyone involved with the stadium out of absolute fear and / or absolute ignorance.

“Hey! Hey, stop that!” pleaded Beasley, waving her branded gaming gloves at Farrell as she moved to stop her cracking open and disemboweling original VHS copies of Sailor Moon. “Those were expensive! Please! I need them as background props, for my streams!” hollered Beasley. “God damn! F**k!”. Beasley couldn’t cuss, because it affected her hypothetical ad revenue.

Farrell, now thoroughly wrapped in VHS tape and having determined that it wasn’t edible fixed her horrid little eyes on Beasley, and proceeded to scream like a baby bird opening its beaks really wide and screaming at its parent for food, but in a really mocking manner. Then she said some curse words in a bird language that Day didn’t understand and ruffled her feathers, emitting a massive cloud of dust and diatomaceous earth.

Beasley, reaching her absolute limit, hurled a small figurine of a busty catgirl (given to her by Nic Mora) at Farrell, which exploded into a cloud of plastic maid outfit and Farrell feathers, causing Farrell to shriek more half-learnt curse words and leap back out the window, grabbing one of Beasley’s monitors in her powerful claws on the way, instantly making it more of a collectors item to blaseball fans.

Beasley’s apartment never recovered, and she soon moved in with Mora, even though she didn’t really want to because Mora’s kind of awful, but on the plus side it also meant Farrell never bothered her again. Farrell, on the other wing, warbled happily from her nest for the next few days before she decided to ruin someone elses life.

I tried to include most of Snerkus' work as an anecdote for an important point in Day's life, but cleaned it up to remove editorials.

hi gamers i wanna add some lore i wrote to beasleys page under an irm. i hope thats still a thing because i honestly havent read the wiki in a while. anyway ill post my stuff here ok, let me know what you think!!

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The worst beasley day of your life

Beasley Day, middling blaseball player and unsuccessful streamer, was mid-stream when Farrell Seagull crashed through her window in a barely controlled dive, spraying shards of glass and grey-brown feathers just absolutely everywhere, like those of the Dunnock (also known as a ‘hedge sparrow’, a delightful little bird with some really weird breeding habits).

“Oh no no no, what the hell are you doing?” screamed Beasley, backing away as Farrell thrashed wildly on the floor, absolutely goddamn shredding the cables she had collided with. “Farrell, Farrell, what the hell! You broke my window!” repeated Beasley as Farrell righted herself awkwardly, erratically preening her feathers. She eyed the terrified Beasley beadily, letting out a quiet “wark-wark” warning call, before turning her mind to her favorite pastime: theft, which Beasley would have known if she’d talked to any of her teammates for like, more than a minute, because Farrell would have been described as “the least sexy cryptid imaginable” by Philly Pies Hamilton stan Lang Richardson, or “ow”,“what the hell, man”,”where’d my BMX go” by the late Jessica Telephone.

Farrell began rummaging through Beasley’s belongings, snatching and swallowing anything shiny or interesting she spotted. She would pellet those out later, like an owl, hawk, or heron once she got back to her nest. Her nest, by the way, was a large wattle and daub platform (bird style!) hidden in the rafters of the Tastykake stadium constructed of stolen baseball bats, spit, and other stolen materials (like Beasley day’s hdmi cables or Jessica Telephone’s skateboards), and was largely left alone by everyone involved with the stadium out of absolute fear and / or absolute ignorance.

“Hey! Hey, stop that!” pleaded Beasley, waving her branded gaming gloves (#spon) at Farrell as she moved to stop her cracking open and disemboweling VHS copies (original!) of Sailor Moon. “Those were expensive! Please! I need them as background props, for my streams!” hollered Beasley. “God damn! F*ck!”. Beasley couldn’t cuss, because it affected her hypothetical ad revenue.

Farrell, now thoroughly wrapped in VHS tape (I googled this but it turns out it’s just like, called tape, which makes sense but I sure didn’t put that together) and having determined that it wasn’t edible fixed her horrid little eyes on Beasley, and proceeded to do that thing baby birds do where they open their beaks real wide and scream at their parent for food, but like, in a really mocking manner. Then she said some curse words in her awful raven voice (she didn’t speak english, but like for personal reasons and not cuz she’s a big animal) and ruffled her feathers, emitting a massive cloud of dust and diatomaceous earth (a natural pesticide that’s real good for dust bathing birds cuz it just shreds the bugs, great stuff I love it).

Beasley, reaching her absolute limit, hurled a small figurine of a busty catgirl (given to her by Nic Mora, Jessica Telephone’s little sister) at Farrell, which exploded into a cloud of plastic maid outfit and Farrell feathers (like when something real bad happens to a bird, like what a hawk does to a smaller bird from a controlled dive or that baseball player who absolutely nailed that effing dove (rip)), causing Farrell to shriek more half-learnt curse words and leap back out the window, grabbing one of Beasley’s monitors in her powerful claws on the way, instantly making it more of a collectors item to blaseball fans.

Beasley’s apartment never recovered, and she soon moved in with Nic Mora, even though she didn’t really want to because Mora’s kind of awful, but on the plus side it also meant Farrell never bothered her again. Farrell, on the other wing (haha get it it’s like the other hand but a bird joke), warbled happily from her nest for the next few days before she decided to ruin someone elses life.

Hi there! I wanted to let you know that the wiki team is currently discussing this proposed IRM entry and its style. We were hoping that we could come to a conclusion before the 24h timer ran out, but unfortunately we haven't yet. We'd appreciate it if you held off on adding this to the IRM until we came to a conclusion. Thanks!

Hey Snerkus! Sorry for the delay, although I guess it's possible you haven't seen this for a bit. Anyway!

This is a great entry and we really like it, however it doesn't quite fit with the wiki. It reads more like a fic, if that makes sense. We'd ask that you take this entry (and the one for Farrell also) and post it to a fic site like AO3 or in a Google Doc or something, then link it to the two pages directly, as a citation. We also think it would be fun if you still added this story to these two pages as an IRM, but rewritten to be more in the wiki style, even differentiated between the two pages. We are still writing our new style guide and don't have much to show for it yet, but if you imitated other articles with the third-person biographical style, that would fit in perfectly.

Keeper Pigeons has offered to help with that, if you wanted to bounce some ideas off someone. You can also DM me on Discord with any questions or ideas. Thank you, and sorry for slowing the creative energy!

thats cool, thanks for getting back to me abt it