Well yes, Mothbama will make any tree thing uh, livingly challenged
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Chapter Two: Purging evil
The group was at a campfire, waiting for midnight so they could strike the Forest-Folk camp.
David: So *he pointed at the camp*, they're evil?
Sir Teutorigos nodded.
David: Why?
Sir Teutorigos: Their hearts are not pure.
David: Neither is mine. I hope you're not planning on killing me after, haha.
David giggled, but Sir Teutorigos stayed silent.
With that, David just reached new highs of being uncomfortable. And also freaked out.
On the other side of the camp, Brine was telling stories.
Brine III: So, I remember this vividly, I once went after the biggest assassin in my hometown. He was notorious, but also pretty crafty. I knew where he lived, and I thought the best way was just barging in, to catch him unprepared. Thing is, when I barged in the room.. uhm..
He pointed towards Abigail and Al-Kemist covered her ears.
Abigail: Heeey, I wanna hear too! I murder people with an axe but I'm not allowed to hear adult stuff? That's dumb, y'all.
Brine nodded towards Al-Kemist, then turned back to his story: When I barged in the room, there he was on the bed, with 4 naked girls around him. He told me the girls don't deserve that, so I agreed to take them all home first, and then kill him.
Hewitt smirked: Very nice of you, I never knew murder could be polite
Brine: Joke all you want, I take chivalry over anything.
Hewitt: Before or after you murder people just because they murder?
Brine's smile disappeared, and he locked in Jack Hewitt with his eyes: Don't go there, Hewitt.
Hallam said from a tree: I could take him out for you.
Hewitt: Oh shut it, nature boy, you couldn't even take out the trash across the street.
Hallam: Just test me, Jack.
Hewitt: OH I'LL -
Pierre Forte turned down their volumes to zero, as he roasted another marshmallow.
Al-Kemist smiled at him, and grabbed a marshmallow.
Sir Teutorigos: It is time. The Forest-Folk shall not live to see the sun tomorrow.
David: Praise the sun!
Everyone stared at him.
David: It's a joke.. from a.. game.. nevermind..
David's embarrassment also reached new highs.
The Adapter walked around the Forest-Folk camp in cat form. Besides the night-time guards, the whole tribe was asleep. The snuck up to a half-asleep guard, and morphed into a poisonous spider, and bit the guard. Soon after, the guard dropped dead, and The Adapter took his form.
Then, he moved towards the other three guards.
Adapter(in Forest-Folkish): Hi
Guard1: Hi
Guard2: Hi
Guard3: Hi
Adapter: Uhm... Your shift is over. You can sleep.
Guard1: Ok
Guard2: Ok
Guard3: Ok.
They went to their huts.
Adapter: Living in the woods must be harsh, sheesh.
Moth of Death flew into the hut. He was supposed to render all the sleeping Forest-Folk unconscious. He readied his wings, when he saw the sexiest of female moths in the corner.
Moth Of Death: OH MAMA.
What happened was... uh.. let's just say he forgot to do what he had to do.
Sir Teutorigos: Good, they're all asleep now. Nothing will wake them up. Fire Guy, do your thing.
COFG: Gladly!
Brine III: WAIT!
Brine rushed to stop COFG.
Brine: What are you thinking?! You can't kill a whole tribe in their sleep!
David: Yeah, that seems.. wrong.
Sir Teutorigos: Do not doubt me, Ser Brine.
Brine: At least give them a fighting chance!
MC Water Fountain: Boo hoo, some people will die. At least they die fast and easy, unlike some. Some die of horrible torture while I rip out their guts with my bear teeth and chew on their intestines while I -
Hallam: Brine, it must be done!
MC Water Fountain: And then I take their bones and suck the marrow out of then and -
Al-Kemist: We have to act quickly or they'll wake up!
MC Water Fountain: And then I take the blood and pour it in my -
COFG: CAN I FUCKING BURN THIS SHITHOLE?
???: WHO IS THERE?
A small, thin, man appeared from a hut. He was holding a stick, and appeared to be Forest-Folk
COFG: WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU OLD MAN? GET OUT OF MY FACE BEFORE I BURN THIS WHOLE CAMP?
Forest Elder raised his staff: YOU... SHALL... NOT... Do that, I guess.
He slammed his staff in the ground, and created a bubble around the group, including COFG. The bubble was resistant to any kind of damage, and only the Elder could destroy it.
Forest Elder: You shall stay here for as long as you can, and you shall starve to death.
The Forest-Folk started emerging from their huts.
Sir Teutrogios: This bubble seems unbreakable. Pierre?
Pierre: My sound powers won't work out of it.
The CRINN was also smashing, slashing, and firing at the bubble, but to no avail.
CRINN: Frustrating.
Sir Teutorigos: This looks like.. our end.
Hewitt: Hold on.. is that?...
From outside the bubble, behind the Forest-Folk, emerged The Slinger Pinger, who was never with the group. They just didn't notice.
He had white powder around his nose, and was quite agitated.
Al-Kemist: That is the effect of cocaine.. We might see something interesting.
The Slinger Pinger: What.. the FUCK... IS THIS?!
The Forest-Folk turned around.
He whipped out his pocket-knife, then snorted, and wiped his nose.
The Slinger Pinger: FUCKING HIPPIES!
He dashed towards a couple of Forest-Folk, and slashed them in 3 quick slashes, then he took out a pistol, shot another 4 down, then he jumped on another bashing his face into the ground.
The Forest-Elder turned around: What is the meaning of this?..
The Slinger Pinger: SUCK MY FUCKING COCK YOU OLD PIECE OF SHIT I'LL TAKE YOUR WRINKLY BALLS AND TIE EM AROUND YOUR NECK THEN STRANGLE YOU TO DEATH WITH YOUR OWN BALLS YOU FUCKING MUMMY I'LL PLAY FUCKING HOPSCOTCH ON YOUR FUCKING CORPSE AND THEN PLAY FUCKING PISS IN THE OLD FART'S MOUTH WITH YOUR ROTTEN FUCKING CADAVER YOU WOBBLY BAG OF MOLDY FUCKING TURD.
The Forest-Elder dropped his staff, in shock.
This was enough for CRINN to bust a hole in the bubble, then clean up the whole tribe in less than 2 minutes. OP.
The Slinger Pinger lit up a cigarette: What the fuck you lookin' at?
Sir Teutorigos dashed to the Elder, who was lying on the ground, half dead.
Sir Teutorigos: Your Forest-Folk are no more.
He punched through the Elder's chest, ripped his heart out, and crushed it in his hand. For a brief second, Sir Teutoriogos' armour flashed purple.
The group was again at the campfire.
Sir Teutorigos: The Forest has been purged. Tomorrow we march to the castle of Yrenkeep, where I shall attempt to remove the evils that lay there.
Al-Kemist, Brine III, David, the Moth and Pierre gathered together.
Brine III: He has lost his mind. We have to do something. We can't let him hurt innocents, he sees only evil.
Pierre: What do you suggest?
Al-Kemist: I need to see his face. He always hides his face, and there's a reason for that.
Brine III: All of us need to work together, we need to find out what he is, and what he wants. Are you with me?
Al-Kemist, David, Moth, Pierre: Aye!
While the Slinger Pinger was sound asleep, a shadow slithered by him...
To be continued...
You know, I predicted Pinger Slinger to be one of the first to die but now I kind of don't want him to be xD
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Aw, now Sir Turtle made David scared. That's not exactly a nice thing to do to a shy preteen.
Juiz: You can quote me on this: Klonoa is my favorite son.
That was amazingly amazing! :D The whole thing with the Forest Folk and the force field bubbles was really intense exciting.
I just wish my guy had more screentime, he seems to have gotten some of the least so far. :/ But he seems to be building up to some major plan, though, so I can wait it out. :3
Watch Magical Girl Raising Project. Just do it.
Yass awesome opening!
But,░in░truth,░I░have░wept░too░much!░Dawns░are░hea rtbreaking.
Ξvery░moon░is░atrocious░and░every░sun░bitter. (ュ だ どいロリラ威萎虞う ャイ意営縁ぇヵ)
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Now for the part where everything goes to shit =D
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