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Man on the one hand evil bajan is making me sad like noooo bby boyy but on the OTHER hand: whats the Lore
[vibrating] i lov spouting lore (also as ALWAYS shoutouts to @crystalfloe . this is like 80% her ideas and theyre wonderful )
Long story short for the yogscast-ignorant (like myself), there’s a possible timeline where an evil guy called Israphel makes an apocalyptic world. Evil Bajan’s AU takes place in that apocalyptic world: Israphel and his army are stripping the world of resources, spreading their reign, converting mile after mile into a wasteland of a desert. This has been going on for years, and for anyone not on Israphel’s side, the world is almost unlivable.
Of course, Israphel relies very heavily on technology, creative mode, etc-- all things explicitly not part of survival mc-- to make up for the fact that the world can’t be survived in. As part of his plan to unite every stretch of land under his rule, he took the next step forward in scientific advancement, and coded a human being himself. Only a few people had ever been known to be able to create people from pure code-- Jeb and Dinnerbone, mostly-- but Israphel, piece by piece, constructed a man intended to scope out untaken territory and resistance fighters, and handle the situations himself. This man, while functional, is still a rough draft at best; glitches trail around his eye, and occasionally he suffers from some more dire side effects.
Even though the world is mostly desert wasteland, a few resistance fighters have managed to survive, in walled-off villages or-- in the case of our Heroes-- underground sanctuaries. Jerome, whose coding allows him to shapeshift between a mostly-human and mostly-animal form, is a pseudo-leader of a small village hidden beneath a mountain, working just to keep themselves (Husky, SSundee, Deceptibonk, Preston, Ryan, BlueMonkey, WeedLion) alive, and potentially plan to overthrow Israphel in the future if they can.
After a somewhat uneventful patrol, Jerome unwittingly leads the Glitch Man back to their hideout. Not wanting Israphel to know of their base, of course, the entire village teams up to tear him down, and Jerome personally chases after him even after he’s left the caverns. Long story short, after plenty of struggles and harsh words, an ender pearl gone astray strands the two of them with nobody but each other for company in the damaged world. Jerome’s only concern now is ending Israphel to, foreseeably, allow the world to be restored, and he sees the glitch as his key to finding him. The glitch, of course, is insistent on completing his mission, whatever the cost.
What Glitch-- or, the name he’ll eventually chose, Mitch-- doesn’t realize is that, despite considering himself Israphel’s right-hand man and ultimate creation, Israphel’s concern for his life is far lower than he would have thought. With Israphel’s own sentinels shooting at him, and Jerome’s constant biting comments about his mission goals (interspersed with their murder attempts on one another), he’s in for a hell of an identity crisis.
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http://pyx-2.pretendyoure.xyz/zy/game.jsp#game=16
password is weedlion . c:
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Trip to the warm by WEEDLION https://soundcloud.com/aksupopo/trip-to-the-warm
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What happened?
Can someone please tell me what happened to Team Crafted? Honestly they where the only thing that ever made me smile and now seeing them separated is really sad I know sky and Jerome are making vids together again But what happened to Seto, Jason, WeedLion, BlueMonkey and all those ? Why did they all separate while some still play with others? What in the world happened to that amazing group of friends? What happened to my happiness?
#team crafted#benjan canadian#asfjerome#huskymudkipz#WeedLion#Minecraf Universe#TruMU#setosorcerer#skydoesminecraft#bluemonkey#deadlox#ssundee
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Mystery of the Missing Avatars, Intermission
"You did it! Hey! Hey! You did it! You killed SqueedLion!" Squidie suddenly cheers, making me jump in surprise and yelp while my commentators laugh in my ears. The little squid splashes around cheerfully, giggling, before stopping to blink up at me. "Um, but could ya quit doing that? Those clones weren't easy to make and you heard what Lord Squidlaron said. We're still trying to fix 'em!"
I return his indignant look with a glare of my own, tired but I hope it gets the point across. "Do you think I like getting into these fights?" I demand. "Cripes, I tried to reason with SquidMonkey! How is it my fault they all want to attack me as soon as they see me?!"
"Yeah, what's up with that? This is the first time you came to the Squid Dimension, right?" Squidie wonders aloud. I nod and he blows a few bubbles thoughtfully, "So why do they target you as the Priority One Enemy when you're the Writer?"
Good question. I'd love an answer to it but I'm about ready to pass out. It takes me a bit to drop the WeedLion Mimic and I sit down hard on the grass, holding my head as it throbs painfully.
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/AvecPardon Core File Damage: 25%/
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Ugh, why can't I seem to focus? It's like my thoughts are too fuzzy to understand, gaps in my understanding of things. Things I think I'm supposed to remember, but... wait. I don't.... Ugh, I just confused myself.
"Avec, what's wrong? You feeling alright? ...You want some chi~ken?" Tired Voice asks, half concern and half amusement in his tone. I huff in response; how amused would he be if he was the one dealing with all this to save Sky's friends? But... his voice still managed to make me smile a little. I can't help it, he sounded funny to me.
"I wonder if Savoy and LadyEnchantress finally figured out you switched the track," Squidie suddenly remarks and I twitch. Wha-?
Cripes! That must be what I forgot! How the hell did I forget that?! Cripes, there's still one more Avatar I have to free from this place and then I can figure out what to do next.
First, what did SqueedLion drop for me?
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/AvecPardon Core File Damage: 22%/
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A little rest seems to have helped me get a bit clear-headed. I get up and head over to investigate the patch of grass where SqueedLion vanished. It takes a moment of poking around but I find the object that had fallen. Another key.
What are these for?
I open my inventory and place the key where WeedLion's book used to be, and I notice something. Blue and dark green; SquidMonkey's key is a brilliant blue color, much like BlueMonkey's fur, while SqueedLion's key is the same rich green of WeedLion's fur. I wonder who the third prisoner is, and what color their key will be.
"Let's check on WeedLion. We need to see if he's okay," Dry Voice comments and I nod in agreement before setting off for the prison. Flicking to my stack of potatoes, I start eating to refill my hunger bar and heal my remaining wounds. This isn't good. I'm down to a half-stack of baked potatoes. At this rate, I'll run out of food before I can escape this place. Well, I still have my cooked fish and fresh apples, but how long will they last when my potatoes restore the most hunger?
While I'm worrying over the state of my supplies, I end up walking straight into the glass prison, tripping over WeedLion just as he's getting up.
"Oof!"
"Cripes!"
Well, that's a heck of a first impression.
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"....So you were sent by Sky and Deadlox to rescue us while the two of them are in hiding?" WeedLion sums up things after I explain my whole adventure thus far, minus a few details, of course. Dry Voice had threatened to kick my 'stalkery fembutt ass' if I mentioned him, Tired Voice, the headset, or the Butter Blade. "But you goofed around on that island for a few months because you couldn't remember anything they told you?"
"Pretty much," I agree with a nod, one hand carefully petting Squidie so the little guy didn't try to start yelling at WeedLion for attention. I've got enough headaches, I don't need screaming added to it. WeedLion frowns thoughtfully, patting at his chin with one massive paw. -Norwegian.- I blink as the new bit of data is added to my internal collection on him.
"I don't understand why they would send a newly Awakened Recruit into forbidden territory, 'specially since you don't look like a front line fighter. Not Power Class, not Defense, not even Balance... Support, maybe?" WeedLion muses with a tilt of his head. "Well, you said you were able to move among the squids and Squidlings without being attacked-"
"Up until I got LadyEnchantress and Savoy mad," I remind him. Not looking forward to what they may do to me if they ever catch me.
"-which is an amazing skill that we don't often find in Recruits," he continues as if he hadn't heard me. Seriously? That's cold. "But again, there are others who have also had that ability. The Stealth Class. Pretty much all gone now; they eventually got discovered and then...." He shivered then, a grimace on his face.
Please don't do that. I'm freaked out enough as it is!
"So of all the Recruits we've got, of all the Classes that are left, what makes you special enough to be a one-Avatar rescue squad with barely any memories or combat skills?" WeedLion asks incredulously, leaning forward to peer at me with a look of suspicion on his face. Yes, I had also left out my mimicking. Didn't think he'd be too pleased that I had to fill in the blanks in my record of him with inferred data and activate a mostly incomplete Mimic Mode.
Actually, would anyone want to be pleased that I can mimic them like this? Wouldn't it just creep them out?
"I don't know," I finally admit with a shrug. It's not a complete lie; I really don't know why I was chosen beyond the fact that two babbling idiots in my head modded my ability to mimic others and warped it into this. "But I got this far, didn't I?"
"Chased by Squidlings," WeedLion reminds me (so he was listening!) and opens his screen to tap at the keyboard. "Let me contact BlueMonkey and we'll help you rescue the others."
Yes! I can feel hope surging through me at those words. Yes, that's what I want! These two can fight much better than I can! They can rescue the rest of the High Council and I can go-
"He's clean, but we can't have him or BlueMonkey come along," Dry Voice says suddenly, and my hope drops like a cobblestone block in the ocean. Feels like the strain of the smile on my face is about to crack my head open.
"What?!" I finally blurt out, fed up with getting yanked around like this. What the hell?! I rescued these two; the least they can do is be allowed to travel with me! WeedLion looks at me funny.
"You don't like that idea?" he asks with a raised eyebrow.
"Immunization is almost gone. You're the only one with full protection against both Viruses. We can't risk anyone getting infected while rescuing the rest of our friends," Tired Voice explains quietly.
"I'm the only immunized Recruit left?" I question aloud, stunned. Me? I'm the only one left? My hand rises unbidden, my fingertips touching the smooth gold circle that sits as the centerpiece of my mage armor. But... that can't be right! What about the Butter Records?! Those can immunize, right?
"Eh? Oh, that's... hm." WeedLion hums flatly, a scowl on his face as he stares at a different screen floating before him. "That feel when your immunity is at twenty percent...." He looks over at me ruefully. "Maybe you're right. But, if Sky and Deadlox aren't doing their immunization thing, that leaves me with two questions."
I quirk my head to one side in curiosity -and my skin tingles for a moment in reaction- and WeedLion raises a finger. "One, what's stopping them from doing their jobs?" He raises another. "And two, why are you the only one with full immunity if it's been months since the last immunization update?"
Ah!
He's right! In the time that's passed from an update, everyone's immunity levels has fallen at a steady rate, worn away by time and any confrontations with viral coding. But my levels have remained at max all this time, according to Tired Voice. Could it be because I'm wearing Deadlox's headset, the vessel of the Squid Antivirus?
But he said 'both Viruses'... the headset doesn't protect against the Herobrine Virus. And the Butter Blade isn't the vessel of the Herobrine Antivirus... that would be-
"He needs to go. Him and BlueMonkey. Like, now," Dry Voice suddenly remarks firmly. "We don't have time to stand around comparing dicks. We gotta go, dude."
"Ewwww...." Tired Voice whines, but I can hear the smile in that tone. It's faintly familiar and warm.
"I can't answer those. Not now at least," I tell WeedLion. "You and BlueMonkey should get out of here to escape infection. The coordinates in this area are too wonky to use to come here, but if you TP out to someone else, it should be fine, yes?"
"We can TP back to you, then, with more Recruits," WeedLion offers. Oh, that's a great idea! Only....
I shake my head. "I would have to be able to accept a TP request to do that, and for some reason I'm locked out of my command screen," I reply. The lion Avatar gapes at me and I reach up to tug at my fringe a bit, feeling rather awkward. "Warn the rest of the Sky Army, okay? That there might be clones of the High Council headed their way," I tell him, avoiding his gaze. "Y'know, just in case I don't make it...."
Out of the corner of my eye I can see him squinting at me, like he's trying to figure something out, then finally he sighs and rubs his head. "Well, if you really think you're up to the task of saving the others," he swipes his window to chat and quickly types out a message, "then I guess the best thing we can do to help is get out of the way." He sends it then looks up at me again, another strange expression on his face. Why does he keep doing that? I hunch my shoulders up, tugging a little more on my hair. WeedLion swipes his window again and reaches into the screen, pulling something out. "Here. I had this just in case I got into a serious battle, but I got knocked out by the Squidlings when they jumped us," he adds and tosses me a golden apple. I catch it and blink at the yellow skin shimmering enchanted pink light in my hands. "Notch apple; it's the only one I have but I think it'll come in handy."
"Ooh, butter apple!"
"No, no, down, boy. Not for you. It's not for you."
"Can I lick it? -Thip thip thip!-"
My eye twitches as the sound of a tongue slurping keeps going on in my ear. I really wish I'd put mute on before I started talking to WeedLion.
"Good luck, man," WeedLion tells me and taps something else into his command screen. Before my eyes, the green-furred lion transforms into digital light and launches into the sky, followed by a second beam from the forest mini-biome in the distance. I watch them both until I can't see the lights anymore, then bring up my own inventory and stash the Notch apple in a space.
"That's kinda pretty. Wonder if Savoy and LadyEnchantress will think so too," Squidie remarks out of the blue and I can only slap my hand to my face in response.
I really need to keep in mind that I'm still early in my escape from the Squid Army.
"So! That was scary beyond all reason," he goes on before breaking out into giggles. "Next one! Let's see the next one!"
"You want me to go activate another of these psycho copies?!" I yell back, gesturing towards the cave mini-biome. "After they nearly killed us so many times?! Are you crazy?!"
"But they didn't kill us! You did that copy thing-"
"I don't copy; I mimic!"
"-and I did my yelling thing and we did it! We make a pretty good team!"
"Can we please dump the squid at some point?" Tired Voice whines.
My eye twitches again as I turn and start walking towards the final mini-biome. Why is this my life? Why can't I just throw them all over the edge and go home to my little island? Cripes, this day just can't end soon enough, can it?
#weedlion#avecpardon#squidie#life in the squid dimension#lifeinthesquiddimension#litsd#skythekidrs#skydoesminecraft#deadlox
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fate/ cards against humanity !
http://pyx-2.pretendyoure.xyz/zy/game.jsp#game=25
password is “ weedlion ” ovo
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Did I ever upload these? If so, here you go again
#you can see my first ideas for drugsnthugs#weedlion#huskymudkipz#huskymudkips#vengelfe#skydoesminecraft#deadlox#truemu#minecraftuniverse#goldsolace#setosorcerer#bluemonkey#genderbend
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XD WEEDLION'S REPLY THOUGH
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Boss Battle: SqueedLion!, 2
-How do we write, Avec?-
By mimicking the Avatars and Players we write about.
-How do we mimic?-
By observing them, gathering data on them, learning how they move and speak and act and think until we can predict them. Until we can think like them, act in the way they would with reasonable certainty.
-And if we have the barest amount of data?-
Then we can't mimic. There's no way to know how they will act and react.
...Make it up?
-Make an educated guess. Creative logic and artistic license. The closer the guess, the more accurate the mimic, and the more powerful it is to use.-
...Then I'll just have to read WeedLion a little more closely and get as much data as I can, and do my best to fill in the rest with what fits him best!
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I open my eyes and hear my name being called over and over by various voices, the ones in my headset and Squidie nearby. The grass tickles my cheek, my side still burns, and SqueedLion is wandering nearby, twitching erratically every so often.
"He's worse than Herobrine with the twitching," Tired Voice mutters. "Avec... you okay? How bad is it?"
By some miracle my right arm had landed in just the right place that I could touch fingers to my wounded side. Unfortunately, that also meant I'd lost my grip on the Butter Blade. Not good.
Ow! I hiss instead of cry out to avoid SqueedLion getting the idea that I'm not dead. My fingertips are warm and sticky, the gashes in my side sting even more, and it's getting harder to breath steadily. Ungh, got through the protection of the gold armor; SqueedLion's more powerful than I thought....
"This isn't good. Hearts are low, hunger's low, regen isn't active. Dude, you need to eat. Like, right fucking now," Dry Voice says in that shade of bland tone that betrays worry and urgency. And he's right; I can feel the pangs of starvation beginning to set in, a sense of unease specific to a low hunger bar.
Huh, wonder how he knew my meters were low?
I look around as best I can to see if I can find the gold sword, then double check that SqueedLion is still distracted. While he keeps twitching up a storm, I clean my hand as best I can on my shirt, then flick through my hotbar until I have a warm baked potato in my grip. I start eating as quickly and quietly as I can.
"Om om nom nom nom," Tired Voice mutters absently. He sounds like he's done that so often, it's a subconscious habit.
My hunger rises after two potatoes... and suddenly drops to near starving again. What the-? My stomach clenches in protest. Why did that happen? Another side effect of whatever was force installed in me that messed up my mimicking?
"Keep eating," Dry Voice orders. "Just eat until you're full for sure." So I start munching again, focused on my potatoes as Tired Voice mumbles his sound effects.
"That's a lot of food you're eating," Squidie comments in a strangely subdued tone. I look aside and see that the bucket had been jostled out of the holster on my hip; it sat on the ground liked a placed block.
I don't answer. I can't. As fast as I eat to refill my hunger, the meter empties and my injuries haven't healed yet. Why?! Why is my hunger being drained but my regen not activating?!
Just as I start to panic, my hunger fills once more and this time it doesn't immediately disappear. My hearts slowly but surely start to recover, half by half, my wounds closing and blood replenishing. It's getting easier to breathe.
SqueedLion is still wandering about aimlessly, so I chance reaching out to grab Squidie's bucket while sitting up. No reaction. I holster the bucket, securing it to my hip once more. No reaction. Slowly, I get to my feet and stand up. My hearts are nearly full and all I feel now is just an overall soreness from hitting the ground. The hunger bar drops below the level for regenerating, so I eat another potato and finish healing so that even the soreness fades away. Still no reaction, and SqueedLion even turned to look straight at me!
I wonder why he's not attacking now. Well, gift horse, mouth, I'll shut up now.
I look around again to see where the Butter Blade had been thrown. Ah, there is it, lying on the ground not too far away. Keeping an eye on SqueedLion's movements, I carefully sneak over to it and grab the hilt of the sword. Picking it up, I examine the Butter Blade carefully, checking for damage to the shimmering sword. This weapon dealt the most damage to squid enemies and gold is a weak material; not the best combination of traits but the most appropriate, if one considers who the sword's owner is. The last thing I want is for this to break and-
Oh. No damage? Ah, that's right; Unbreaking Infinite. That's pretty OP for a gold sword.
"Priority One Enemy! Destroy!" SqueedLion suddenly roars out. I jump, startld, and look up in time to see the copy run towards me with its arms flailing around wildly, as though they had minds of their own. Cripes!
I bolt, screaming in a panic. Why is everything out to get me?! What the hell is wrong with this place?! Flippin' leave me alone! Aaaaah! What did I ever do to deserve this?! Aaaaaah!
I don't dare look back, I just run. The sound of SqueedLion roaring isn't quite so loud behind me; was I outrunning him? My speed is much higher now that my hunger meter is maxed but if I keep this up it'll run out again very soon.
Cripes, cripes, what do I do?! Squidie is hiding in the bucket again, squeaking out curses and yelps of fear. My commentators are arguing with each other, one wanting me to fight back using my higher speed, the other wanting me to mimic that thing.
I do them both one better; I run straight for WeedLion.
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"Waaaaaaaaah~!"
I'm probably alerting every squid and Squidling in a thousand block radius to where I am by all my screaming, but how am I supposed to stay calm when there's a crazed clone lion thing chasing me with claws of doom?!
"WeedLion! WeedLion, talk to me! Say something!" I yell, running up to the glass chamber with my pathetic record in hand. I need something more to work with than 'really good with renders'. If he would just get up, give me some words, talk just long enough for me to read him....
SqueedLion roars behind me and I don't have a chance to stay with WeedLion and study him more. I race away and around the chamber, trying to build distance so I can try again to spend time with WeedLion. I just need a little more information!
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Install Level 1 Writer File: AveedecLion
Install incomplete.
Awaiting update....
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"This is like one of those old Saturday morning cartoons my Player remembers!" Tired Voice declares with a faintly hysteric laugh. "Like, there should be that stupid music that plays when the bad guy is chasing the good guy in circles! Ha ha!"
"Still not helping!" I yell.
"Hey, I tried! It's not my fault these copies are stupid!" Squidie shouts back, clinging to the buck for dear life as he faces behind me again. "Hey! Heeeyyyy! I'm a squid~! This is the Writer! Quit it!"
"Priority One Enemy! Destroy!" SqueedLion roars out.
Cripes! He's getting close! I turn sharply and run back to WeedLion. Oh, I hope he's awake enough now to give me something to work with!
He's still slumped against the glass when I reach him. That dazed look on his face doesn't give me much hope on his aid. Okay then. Guess I'll have to do my best with what little I can read from him.
I focus on WeedLion and raise the book before me so that I can see the words and the subject at the same time. I can only hope that SqueedLion doesn't come after me right away while I try and piece together what WeedLion is like.
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Updating Level 1 Writer File: AveedecLion....
Complete.
Upgrading Mimic Mod....
Complete.
Install Mimic Mode: WeedLion....
Install incomplete.
Awaiting update....
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Data trickles through bit by bit, from the book, from the soul link to my Player, from my own observation of WeedLion and the fragmented bits of memory in my head.
"Hurry! He's coming right at us!" Squidie cries in alarm.
The gaps in my database are slowly filled in with inferred data. Based on his ability, his talents, his hobbies, what is WeedLion like? What kind of Player does he have and what kind of Avatar does that make him?
Kind. Shy. Bit bashful, but friendly.
"I read you, WeedLion. What little is there, I read and I infer and I write the best I can onto myself."
My skin is tingling, the pages of my book ripping themselves out and whirling around me, disappearing into data that wraps around my body.
"Priority One Enemy!" SqueedLion roars again. "Destroy!"
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Install complete.
Activate.
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"Mimic Mode: WeedLion!" I yell back, turning on my heel to lash out with the Butter Blade. My arm... right before my eyes, my arm glows bright, the light shatters, and I'm left with an arm that's bigger, bulkier, covered in green fur.
WeedLion's arm.
"Fuck! He did it again!" Tired Voice exclaims in shock. "What the hell is going on?!"
SqueedLion grunts, the sword cuts across his chest and forces him back. The Damage Indicator locks on as I note the amount of hearts that were knocked off by the hit. 25; he's more heavily defended than BlueMonkey was. Power Class Avatars are like that, I suppose.
He roars again, in outrage I imagine, and comes charging for me once more. Okay, what's the next most likely thing WeedLion would do?
(Cautious, yet reckless.)
Dodge, then strike. Like BlueMonkey, WeedLion's Player is an animator/renderer. The Avatar would know weak points in a model as well; he would stay out of range, then focus on those weak points.
And as that mottled grass-green/squid-blue paw swipes in my direction, I duck and move forward under it, slashing across one such weak point with the Butter Blade.
Oh! A Critical hit! 30 hearts vanish in that single blow and SqueedLion leaps back from me with snarl that transforms into a new roar. The sound blasts over the field and hurts my ears, even through the dampening effect provided by the headset. My first thought is of how loud that was; what if it alerted Savoy and Lady Enchantress?
My second is, 'Hey, I know this kind of roar!'
WeedLion is a bit shy (Player avoids cameras) and seems to be the type to avoid leaving himself exposed to uncertain situations if he can help it (doesn't travel much, if at all).
Data runs through my thoughts, calculating, theorizing. A lion has a variety of roars and growls. Could one be used by a shy lion trying to keep threats at bay?
Render Stun Roar.
Cripes! That's what this is! A status effect! I can't move at full speed now!
SqueedLion comes rushing back at me and I can only tense up and hope the hit isn't very bad for my heart meter.
Augh!
The breath is knocked out of me, pain spreads over my chest from the impact, and then it happens again when I hit the ground.
Cripes, WeedLion's a lot stronger than I thought he'd be. Why are all the artist Avatars so flippin' powerful?!
"Avec! He's coming for us! Get up!" Squidie yelps, "Make him go away! Aaah! I'm a squid~!"
I roll aside in a hurry, only just managing to avoid being pounced on by SqueedLion. Scrambling to my feet, I snatch up the dropped Butter Blade and slash at the air. SqueedLion has already hopped back with an annoyed growl. Now he just prowls around me while I circle in place to keep him in sight. The Damage Indicator keys on, and I can see that SqueedLion is regenerating hearts at a faster rate than normal. Not good. If I don't finish him off soon, he'll just outlast me to win.
Well, on the plus side, since I'm technically WeedLion now too, I should also have that same rapid regeneration.
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Hey! That means I have the Render Stun Roar too!
SqueedLion seems to have caught onto my thoughts while I flick over to my bow. He inhales to get his roar ready and I draw back the string, an arrow coding into place. Just as he starts to roar, I let the arrow fly, hitting him in the shoulder where his arm was attached to his body.
He really is a shoddy piece of work. That one hit was enough to pop his arm right out of its socket! Aaugh! That's just so wrong!
Squidie gives a little scream of fright, SqueedLion rages in pain, and I flick back to the Butter Blade before unleashing my own Render Stun Roar.
In my own body, the force of that sound would probably rattle me to pieces. But like this I'm able to hold my ground as SqueedLion glitches out, unable to move.
"P-P-P-Priority One Enem-m-m-my! Destroy-y-y-y!" the clone stammers out as I run up to slash at him again. Another 25 hearts of damage dealt, but it's not enough to finish SqueedLion. The Damage Indicator updates the information again. He's still got 10 hearts left. The blow knocks the stun effect off and he leaps back from me with a snarl.
How much of SqueedLion's strength is coming from WeedLion? How much is just OP coding from making up data?
My stomach twists, I'll need to eat soon, and I put more attention on what SqueedLion is going to do next. Since he's filling in the gaps in his code with that made up information, I can't read him as well as with SquidMonkey. My Writer File is as complete as it can be, but still very much a mystery, full of speculation based on what little actual data is there.
"Avec~! He's really freaking me out!" Squidie wails from his bucket. "What the heck is the Squid Army gonna do with soldiers that freak us out?!"
I don't know, Squidie. My interest right now is in wondering how and why these jerks knew about my records and stole them. Guess I'll learn the answer if I get out of this insane place. But first, I need to finish this battle and free WeedLion.
Renderers use rigs to build and manipulate their artwork models. That means having an eye for breaking an object down into smaller, manageable components, right? To see the joints and points that can be moved, oriented, broken....
Ahh!
My vision flickers as SqeedLion starts his charge right in my direction, single arm flailing wildly. Wha-? What's-? ...Wait.
I relax, let my gaze unfocus as the flicker grows stronger. Gonna trust in WeedLion for this. Time seems to slow down as the world melts into a web of colored lines and points and angles. I can see it all. I can see where models are put together, where SqueedLion is formed from a skeleton of code and lines and texture.
I see through WeedLion's eyes where everything connects and where it can all come apart.
Just as SqueedLion reaches me, massive paw raised to bring down on my head, I plunge the Butter Blade into that mass of lines, twist it in place to lock the webs forming SqueedLion and the sword together, then throw myself aside to dodge the overhead blow. In doing this, I drag the sword with me, ripping the network of rig lines apart.
My vision snaps back to normal just as SqueedLion roars out in shock and falls apart in a cloud of code and broken pixels. Something drops to the ground as a familiar click sounds not far away. The prison is open.
"Well," Tired Voice finally says after he and Dry Voice have been near silent the entire battle since I Mimicked WeedLion, "slap my ass and call me impressed."
"Ehhhaaah I dunno, could've used some work on the whole 'not getting thrown around' part," Dry Voice quips.
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