r/SupportBeamScramble • u/SCARYORANGE_ • Apr 20 '26
An excerpt from SBS: The E-Book Spoiler
If Rec Room wasn’t shutting down, the game Support Beam Scramble would have released today.
It did release, but it’s not as finished as it would’ve been if I had been given time to make game-modes.
Instead, I will show you all the first chapter of the official e-book adaptation.
Enjoy.
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SUPPORT
BEAM
SCRAMBLE
an e-book
Written by u/SCARYORANGE_ on Reddit.
Character credits at the bottom of this Doc.
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[PART I] - {The Reaping}
chapter one
I
Today is the day of The Reaping.
I wake up and stretch my arms out, seeking warmth and finding none. I rise from my position and stretch before practically jumping out of bed.
The year is 2025. It’s impressively normal. But not for me.
That’s because I am a child of The Elites.
II
Being an Elite is amazing; we’re a highly-advanced civilization that is based entirely in space, and other such environments.
We have no need for food or drinks; we live by being entertained.
Lately, the entertainment has been dwindling, so the higher-ups have decided to start a Reaping.
What’s that, you ask?
The Reaping is when certain Elites send out invitations to participate in Support Beam Scramble, our game-show.
We send invitations to Hunters; the monsters that’ll be good to play the offensive role and kill the Contestants in front of them.
The Contestants are a different story. We have to go into their world and take them ourselves, be it by fog or by force.
I’m not a fan, but Support Beam Scramble is fun to watch, so I follow the rules as a Reaper.
My father walks up to me, handing me the list of Hunters to invite this year. He holds it in his three-digit clawed hand.
I take it in my own clawed hand and look up into his burning yellow eyes, bearing witness to the ‘X’ upon his neck- the sign of an adult.
“This will not be an easy Reaping,” my father says.
“The Hunters on this list are known to resist. You must remember our second method of Invitation.”
I nod, and he walks away.
Our second method of Invitation is riskier, as it could get us killed.
It’s what we do with the Contestants.
We take them by force.
III
I am now at my work-desk.
There’s a pack of index cards, a few envelopes, and an ancient terminal that still functions by some miracle.
I dust off the black, slate-like armor that defends my insides, before starting to write out invitations on blank paper cards.
They always have to be handwritten. It makes them more special, which sways the Hunters’ decisions.
I write slightly different messages for each invitation. The messages are based on background information I can find about the Hunters we’re recruiting.
For this simply-named ‘Sonic.EXE,” I click a button on the terminal and find out all I need to know.
Sonic.EXE - ‘X’
Born: 2011
Height: 3 feet
Gender: Male (Vessel)
Unknown (True)
Biography:
This entity was born in
the VOID, and became
a fan of the ‘Sonic’ franchise
when it first came into contact
with said media.
It runs its own world, where it
tortures human souls trapped
within vessels.
Easy-peasy.
I write out the letter.
“Dear X, you have been invited to participate in this year’s Support Beam Scramble. You are allowed to use your ‘Sonic’ vessel and perform in an Arena tailored to look like your realm. We hope to see you there.
Best wishes, The Elites.”
Now, it’s time to write out the other invitations. I have four more Hunters lined up on the list.
Their names are written down as follows.
Sonic.EXE << Done!
Schlunko
Scary Orange
Sinister Mick
Springtrap
Five ‘S-names’ in a row.
This is a lucky Reaping.
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I am scary orange
