Part 4
NinetyNineLies
Memento Vivere
- Location
- Dreamland
- Pronouns
- Any
[X] Jump down on the side of the Holed Ones and start eating the Dark Clads hunting your kind. Someone needs to show your brethren how it's done.
Your fellow Holed Ones are absolutely weak. You have seen none of them even so much as succeed in biting a limb off of any Dark Clads at all.
They move like dew on a leaf. Their pounce are like the white bushes in the sky. They bare all of their hunger for the world to witness, mewling like newborn pups looking for charity and pity.
They are absolutely pathetic in comparison to your majestic self, and you will not have your brethren acting like this. Unacceptable! The universe must have recognize your stunning brilliance and generosity for it to have lead you to this fight, nay, this parody of a massacre!
The Dark Clads aren't even trying to kill them seriously! You can tell that only half of them are in the front right now, baiting and mocking your fellow Holed Ones, while the rest watch from the back with great mockery on their stupid, foolish faces.
Travesty! Profanity! Mockery Revolting! The indignity! You'll eat their faces, nya!
Like judgement sent forth from the highest of heavens, you leap with great alacrity and immediately devour one of the Dark Clads at the front with a single bite, their entire body disappearing down your maw like the shadow of a mountain that covers the trees below. Silence reigns for a moment.
Everyone there is in awe at your sudden appearance, you can easily tell by the lack of noise they make.
And then, you can feel something rising in your surroundings. No, not rising. It is descending, a heavy weight that is being placed in the very air itself, demanding you to kneel down on your knees.
How weak. It appears one of the Dark Clads thought themselves equal to the great mountain of your birthplace.
You roar a mighty bellow that quakes the world. You are the lightning that demands worships and tributes, and your thunder is the voice that the universe shall obey.
The Dark Clad nearest to you burst and fall into a pile of his own blood. And then the next. And the next. Within seconds, you are surrounded by piles of blood-soaked meals, elegant in their presentation. You grab one of them by the head and suck it into your mouth, creating a wonderful sensation as the delicious food slides into your stomach neatly.
Truly, you are the very best like no one ever was, even in the culinary arts.
Behind you, you hear a low growl. You take a glance to see your lost brethren taking a step away from your majestic self. Good, they know their proper placement in the hierarchy.
Well, you suppose you did jump down to show these pathetic losers how it should be done. You beckon them to join you in the festivities. They prove to be hesitant. You growl at them to join you. They take a step forward, and each obtain a corpse to eat.
Bah, they can't even eat as fast as you. You are starting to wonder if they are actually the same kind as you are, when that rumbling pressure returns even stronger.
You turn back towards the Dark Clads, and you notice that the ones who were not absolutely wrecked by your great and mighty roar has retreated far away from you.
You are just about to hunt them down when the external pressure shifts. You are immediately aware of the source of your new prey.
The incoming Dark Clad is taller than the rest by a head. Her limbs are as thick as the trees of the forest, and you can tell that all of her flesh are that of mighty and destructive muscles.
If a hundred of the pathetic skin-covered bones you left behind are no match for a single Dark Clad, then a thousand Dark Clads are no match for your new prey, nay, your new opponent.
This is a being of strength. A being who imposed her will on the universe with her own power.
Just like you.
A worthy opponent. A worthy power.
A worthy feast!
Your battle will be legendary!
The Dark Clad stops and stare at you with her eyes, and you know at that moment, that she recognizes you as a worthy opponent. Her mouth opens and out comes a strange noise for a moment, but she immediately stops and shifts her head down slightly and up again.
The pressure increases.
There are to be no one else in this battlefield but you and your opponent. The winner will prosper, and the loser's soul shall be consumed by the winner, as it should be in the right and proper cycle of the universe.
You will pounce, you will devour, you will kill.
She will strike, she will shatter, she will kill.
Both sides, under the empty throne of Creation,
&%^#, THE CONQUEROR BEAST
VERSUS
@*&)\?=(, THE FLYING MOUNTAIN
FIGHT!
[ ] Strike fast, strike strong, strike true. You are strong, and you are mighty. You are the spear that strikes through all Creation and none can stop you.
Asura +1, Tiryagyoni +1
[ ] Slash, feint, slash, dodge, slash, parry, slash, kill. You are the sword that dances through all Creation. None can live in the face of your skill.
Tiryagyoni +1, Manushya +1
[ ] Power. Overwhelming power. You are the Earth Shattering Red Conqueror Star of Heaven's Bloody Fall, and your will cover Creation with your awesome light and destroy your opponent.
Deva +1, Preta +1
[ ] The world obeys your demands. You are the mighty conqueror who shakes the earth and the sky, and your opponent will burn and be crushed by your will.
Deva +1, Manushya +1
[ ] You've been feeling that sensation ever since you locked eyes with your opponent. You don't know why it's pulling you, even now, but you're going to pull it back.
Asura +1, Naraka +1
AN: Welcome to your first Boss Fight. I know the narration says there are only the two of you on the battlefield, but the option you choose will have an effect on the plot and other characters nearby. And once more, this is a narrative quest, and each option has an interesting result.
Please vote only one option.
Your fellow Holed Ones are absolutely weak. You have seen none of them even so much as succeed in biting a limb off of any Dark Clads at all.
They move like dew on a leaf. Their pounce are like the white bushes in the sky. They bare all of their hunger for the world to witness, mewling like newborn pups looking for charity and pity.
They are absolutely pathetic in comparison to your majestic self, and you will not have your brethren acting like this. Unacceptable! The universe must have recognize your stunning brilliance and generosity for it to have lead you to this fight, nay, this parody of a massacre!
The Dark Clads aren't even trying to kill them seriously! You can tell that only half of them are in the front right now, baiting and mocking your fellow Holed Ones, while the rest watch from the back with great mockery on their stupid, foolish faces.
Travesty! Profanity! Mockery Revolting! The indignity! You'll eat their faces, nya!
Like judgement sent forth from the highest of heavens, you leap with great alacrity and immediately devour one of the Dark Clads at the front with a single bite, their entire body disappearing down your maw like the shadow of a mountain that covers the trees below. Silence reigns for a moment.
Everyone there is in awe at your sudden appearance, you can easily tell by the lack of noise they make.
And then, you can feel something rising in your surroundings. No, not rising. It is descending, a heavy weight that is being placed in the very air itself, demanding you to kneel down on your knees.
How weak. It appears one of the Dark Clads thought themselves equal to the great mountain of your birthplace.
You roar a mighty bellow that quakes the world. You are the lightning that demands worships and tributes, and your thunder is the voice that the universe shall obey.
The Dark Clad nearest to you burst and fall into a pile of his own blood. And then the next. And the next. Within seconds, you are surrounded by piles of blood-soaked meals, elegant in their presentation. You grab one of them by the head and suck it into your mouth, creating a wonderful sensation as the delicious food slides into your stomach neatly.
Truly, you are the very best like no one ever was, even in the culinary arts.
Behind you, you hear a low growl. You take a glance to see your lost brethren taking a step away from your majestic self. Good, they know their proper placement in the hierarchy.
Well, you suppose you did jump down to show these pathetic losers how it should be done. You beckon them to join you in the festivities. They prove to be hesitant. You growl at them to join you. They take a step forward, and each obtain a corpse to eat.
Bah, they can't even eat as fast as you. You are starting to wonder if they are actually the same kind as you are, when that rumbling pressure returns even stronger.
You turn back towards the Dark Clads, and you notice that the ones who were not absolutely wrecked by your great and mighty roar has retreated far away from you.
You are just about to hunt them down when the external pressure shifts. You are immediately aware of the source of your new prey.
The incoming Dark Clad is taller than the rest by a head. Her limbs are as thick as the trees of the forest, and you can tell that all of her flesh are that of mighty and destructive muscles.
If a hundred of the pathetic skin-covered bones you left behind are no match for a single Dark Clad, then a thousand Dark Clads are no match for your new prey, nay, your new opponent.
This is a being of strength. A being who imposed her will on the universe with her own power.
Just like you.
A worthy opponent. A worthy power.
A worthy feast!
Your battle will be legendary!
The Dark Clad stops and stare at you with her eyes, and you know at that moment, that she recognizes you as a worthy opponent. Her mouth opens and out comes a strange noise for a moment, but she immediately stops and shifts her head down slightly and up again.
The pressure increases.
There are to be no one else in this battlefield but you and your opponent. The winner will prosper, and the loser's soul shall be consumed by the winner, as it should be in the right and proper cycle of the universe.
You will pounce, you will devour, you will kill.
She will strike, she will shatter, she will kill.
Both sides, under the empty throne of Creation,
&%^#, THE CONQUEROR BEAST
VERSUS
@*&)\?=(, THE FLYING MOUNTAIN
FIGHT!
[ ] Strike fast, strike strong, strike true. You are strong, and you are mighty. You are the spear that strikes through all Creation and none can stop you.
Asura +1, Tiryagyoni +1
[ ] Slash, feint, slash, dodge, slash, parry, slash, kill. You are the sword that dances through all Creation. None can live in the face of your skill.
Tiryagyoni +1, Manushya +1
[ ] Power. Overwhelming power. You are the Earth Shattering Red Conqueror Star of Heaven's Bloody Fall, and your will cover Creation with your awesome light and destroy your opponent.
Deva +1, Preta +1
[ ] The world obeys your demands. You are the mighty conqueror who shakes the earth and the sky, and your opponent will burn and be crushed by your will.
Deva +1, Manushya +1
[ ] You've been feeling that sensation ever since you locked eyes with your opponent. You don't know why it's pulling you, even now, but you're going to pull it back.
Asura +1, Naraka +1
AN: Welcome to your first Boss Fight. I know the narration says there are only the two of you on the battlefield, but the option you choose will have an effect on the plot and other characters nearby. And once more, this is a narrative quest, and each option has an interesting result.
Please vote only one option.
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