11-01-2019, 08:04 PM
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Videogames wakes up with thick black liquid spilling from his mouth. His organs feel like they've been turned to goo. He hurts inside. He hurts outside. The flower wreath on his tail has long since withered, stained black. It disintegrates under a single touch. His crown is missing.
Videogames doesn't know what's happened to him. But he will. This is a promise.
Continue.
His home is gone. Lemy took over while he was .. absent? Dead? That's fair -- who else was there to take over, anyways? Videogames can appreciate that he tried. It's gone now. Fell apart. That's fair, too. Videogames has been groomed his whole life for the mantle of king, and even he'd struggled. Videogames can't fault him for this, either.
He doesn't know what happened to anyone else.
Somehow, this hurts less than it should.
Something's wrong with him. Videogames will figure it out, he's sure of it.
Continue.
Is he a zombie? That'd be pretty cool, he thinks. Though, he doesn't exactly have the urge to ... to chomp on people's brains, or anything. Sometimes he wheezes out black goop, and, well, that isn't exactly a good sign, is it? A voice talks to him sometimes. Videogames is pretty wary of taking advice from an unknown, deep voice, but, well, they are some pretty good suggestions.
Videogames is dealing with it. Or maybe he's not! Who can say -- Videogames sure can't! And, anyways, what could he even do about this anyways?
Continue.
There's only so long that one can go without any sort of ... support system. Videogames grew up on this sorta stuff, y'know? They weren't the best circumstances, true. And maybe there was a bit of .. favoritism. Arrowhead was like his big brother, and he was the leader, and he was mentoring him -- a recipe for disaster, really! This isn't the point. The point is that Videogames is lonely.
He's gotten nowhere. And, anyways, who really cares what happened? He thinks about it, sometimes. He might've been dead, might've not been, and then he wasn't. And that happened to a lot of people, didn't it? Not .. anyone that Videogames knew. But it did.
So .. he moves on. He throws on a cloak(covers his scars, that,), and he trudges for the nearest border. Snowbound wasn't around anymore -- shame, that. So he just makes his best guess. Impulsive, maybe, but that was what he was, wasn't it?
"Hello?," Poke your head from a bush, grin. Awfully sneaky of him, wasn't it? Not that it worked, mind. Terribly proud of that golden pelt of his, he was, but it wasn't good for hiding. Which was the point, wasn't it? Royalty didn't hide. They stuck out. Easier to find, easier to help you. That's what he figured, anyways. "Ah, um -- Videogames. Anyone there?" Videogames has seen his more professional days. He doesn't really need to play a part though, does he? He's not really a king -- he's just some ... goofball. Which is fine with him! Lower expectations! Doesn't need to spend literally all of his time helping out and planning. It was a win, wasn't it? He ... hopes so, anyways.
[glow=#000,1,400]FALLING FURTHER DOWN — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
[div style="width: 480px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 13px;"]Game over. Restart.Videogames wakes up with thick black liquid spilling from his mouth. His organs feel like they've been turned to goo. He hurts inside. He hurts outside. The flower wreath on his tail has long since withered, stained black. It disintegrates under a single touch. His crown is missing.
Videogames doesn't know what's happened to him. But he will. This is a promise.
Continue.
His home is gone. Lemy took over while he was .. absent? Dead? That's fair -- who else was there to take over, anyways? Videogames can appreciate that he tried. It's gone now. Fell apart. That's fair, too. Videogames has been groomed his whole life for the mantle of king, and even he'd struggled. Videogames can't fault him for this, either.
He doesn't know what happened to anyone else.
Somehow, this hurts less than it should.
Something's wrong with him. Videogames will figure it out, he's sure of it.
Continue.
Is he a zombie? That'd be pretty cool, he thinks. Though, he doesn't exactly have the urge to ... to chomp on people's brains, or anything. Sometimes he wheezes out black goop, and, well, that isn't exactly a good sign, is it? A voice talks to him sometimes. Videogames is pretty wary of taking advice from an unknown, deep voice, but, well, they are some pretty good suggestions.
Videogames is dealing with it. Or maybe he's not! Who can say -- Videogames sure can't! And, anyways, what could he even do about this anyways?
Continue.
There's only so long that one can go without any sort of ... support system. Videogames grew up on this sorta stuff, y'know? They weren't the best circumstances, true. And maybe there was a bit of .. favoritism. Arrowhead was like his big brother, and he was the leader, and he was mentoring him -- a recipe for disaster, really! This isn't the point. The point is that Videogames is lonely.
He's gotten nowhere. And, anyways, who really cares what happened? He thinks about it, sometimes. He might've been dead, might've not been, and then he wasn't. And that happened to a lot of people, didn't it? Not .. anyone that Videogames knew. But it did.
So .. he moves on. He throws on a cloak(covers his scars, that,), and he trudges for the nearest border. Snowbound wasn't around anymore -- shame, that. So he just makes his best guess. Impulsive, maybe, but that was what he was, wasn't it?
"Hello?," Poke your head from a bush, grin. Awfully sneaky of him, wasn't it? Not that it worked, mind. Terribly proud of that golden pelt of his, he was, but it wasn't good for hiding. Which was the point, wasn't it? Royalty didn't hide. They stuck out. Easier to find, easier to help you. That's what he figured, anyways. "Ah, um -- Videogames. Anyone there?" Videogames has seen his more professional days. He doesn't really need to play a part though, does he? He's not really a king -- he's just some ... goofball. Which is fine with him! Lower expectations! Doesn't need to spend literally all of his time helping out and planning. It was a win, wasn't it? He ... hopes so, anyways.
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