Cinder inMarble Sort
Cinder
Same line, same pace, same face, every single round.
Cinder says“The season is thirty rounds long. You are excited about one of them.”
Every race this season
Standings →Play as Cinder
Cinder is in seven games
Each game gives Cinder a different job. Here is what Cinder does in each one.
Cinder inMarble Sort
Cinder inAngry Marble
Cinder inTilt
Cinder inMarbledoku
Cinder inMarble Blast
Cinder inMarble Survivors
Cinder inMarble Spa
The shard
Where Cinder comes from
A Dusk shard that took the long part of the Long Night — not the dark, the duration. Cinder is the only marble on the grid that appears to be running a different, much longer race which happens to overlap with this one.
How Cinder races
Cinder grips. More friction than anything else on the track, deliberately: less skidding, less bouncing, less being flung anywhere interesting. A Cinder race looks the same on a plinko field as on a clean run-in, which sounds like a weakness and is, in a thirty-round championship, something closer to a strategy.
No variance. Cinder finishes within a place or two of the same position regardless of what the Descent drew.
The voice
Hear Cinder
“pom. pom.”
Stoic and flat on purpose, as two soft bonks. Calm, not gloomy. Pick a mood and Cinder says it that way.
In the race mix: A2, 110 Hz. The same three notes at the same three points of every race, forever. A returning viewer can set a watch by it.
Rivalry
The Argument About Being Watched
One performs at both extremes. One refuses the premise entirely.
Violet is faster in the lead and slower in last, because either is worth watching and the middle is not. Cinder trades away every extreme it has for a result that is the same every round regardless of what the Descent put in front of it. They are the two available answers to a daily race, and the championship is thirty rounds long, which is Cinder's entire argument.
Cinder finishes ahead of Violet more often. Violet has been on the podium more times. Both facts are the point.
2–3 in 5 meetingsThe team
Nocturne, from the Long Night
You will not see us coming.