Just *what* is the deal with algebralians?
As they've become very, very, *very* familiar with over the past few years, those walking, talking numerals are capable of doing a lot. Like, a *lot* a lot. Just like the Announcer, that speaker box from the days of yore, they were able to immediately hijack their daily routine, their regular way of living, and forced them to Battle for Dream Island. Well, Battle for Battle for Dream Island. What does that even mean, battling for a BFDI? Are they fighting over the very concept of the competition, or something? When Four showed the prize they were all competing for, when they wanted to goad them into thinking that wasting their lives away in yet *another* fight to the (metaphorical) death was something worth doing with their finite lives, the BFDI was represented in the form of this strange... square... thing. The BFDI meant a lot of things to a lot of them, but that definitely wasn't within the range of *any* of that. Two years of squabbling over some landform they don't even get to actually witness with their own eyes didn't feel like something that could be just compressed into a single... image. But that indeed was what the blue number was capable of doing, prompting them to throw their precious lives away, getting them to betray their interests and motivations just for a shot at winning this dumb prize. A prize they'd likely never get to appreciate, given the track record of all the previous seasons.
Algebralians are *that* powerful. They are capable of transforming an entire episode (well, a bunch of episodes) of a bunch of people's lives into this single, tangible... *thing*. Entire years, entire lives, entirely summated by this single physical object in the very real world. Well, a world that was about as real as it can get, anyway. With entities that are capable of doing stuff like *that*, quite a lot of things are also on the table. Reality can be whatever they wish.
And that's the rub, really. These numerals, these entities, these *deities*, they can pretty much do whatever they want. Four was able to demonstrate the sheer amount of power they had in the very first moments, when they first appeared to the hapless contestants of the Battle for Dream Island. Without any effort, without much thought, they were able to compress Black Hole, an all-consuming cosmic force that was barreling towards Earth, threatening to destroy it, and render him a complete non-issue. Just another pawn for them to play around with. Everything, *everything*, the very fabric of reality itself bends to the will of these strange beings. And they use those phenomenal beings to... force lesser creatures into reenacting shows that they're big fans of.
Seriously. What's the deal with *that*?
Golf Ball, Tennis Ball, and all the other nerds have run the numbers multiple times. Whenever they weren't focusing all their efforts into staying afloat on the show, they were analyzing every single aspect and attribute of it, figuring out each and every working part, determining what makes it tick. It's a fascination with them, an obsession. *Three* times now (or four, depending on who's counting) have they been duped into fighting for their lives, fighting against each other, fighting against common sense and reason, all for the sake of some prize that they've barely ever seen, and likely will never grasp. Those sport globules reasoned that there is absolutely no way on Earth any of them would willingly accept such a ridiculous offer, and yet they've done it multiple times now. The first one could've been a fluke, allowed them to learn from their mistakes, and yet they're still here. Still Battling for Dream Island. Well, Battling for Battle for Dream Island; that's another, entirely different, perhaps even stranger enigma that they just didn't wanna get into. As concerning as the commodification of their entire lives may be, that little issue seemed to be a rather benign one. For now, anyway.
It just doesn't make any sense. The algebralians were capable of doing so much with their lives, have all sorts of amazing abilities that they couldn't have ever dreamed of having, and yet *this* was what they decided to spend it all on? Getting themselves all immersed and embroiled in the affairs of others, others that are significantly *lesser* in the eyes of that bozo-brain bossy-bot, let alone themselves? It just didn't seem right. It just didn't make sense with their idealized view of the universe. It's thrown them many curveballs, many pains beforehand, but *this* seemed like it was getting a bit too far.
