So beast dies next chapter right
So beast dies next chapter right
We are fucked
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)
Originally Posted by Juiz
Hm... I wonder...
Juiz: You can quote me on this: Klonoa is my favorite son.
Three Hunters and a Stranger
Journal of Travis Parker
We're all doomed. I know it for a fact. Jericho, Gleeson and Bred are off to "hunt" a beast, and it ain't even a beast we're up against. I know what we face. I know how to stop it. I know what will happen.
They don't deserve my help.
I will do the right thing. But not now. They need to learn the hard way.
You ever wondered what the feck would happen if you put 5 angry cats in the same bag then tossed that bag in a kennel full o'angry dogs? Total bloody chaos, that's what happens. This was worse.
As the Stranger and Toaster Spank Perplexing Wanker walked into a bar, a series of events unfolded.
Hibiki rushed to the Stranger in order to heal his wounds.
Sylpha readied her hammer to crush anyone who dared harm the village.
The Traveler examined everything carefully.
The Hobo eyed Galvan carefully.
Galvan pushed Toaster Spank into a chair and gave him a soda.
Hibiki(to the Stranger): Are you alright? What happened?
Stranger: My.. hrgnh.. chest... slash..
Hibiki placed his hand on the Stranger's chest, and the gash slowly closed.
Galvan(to Toaster): What did he look like?
Toaster: Like.. like...
He pointed a finger towards the Stranger
...THAT!
The Traveler grinned ironically, as Sylpha readied her hammer.
The Stranger was sweating bullets.
Jericho sniffed the air. Expensive perfume.
Gleeson carved something in a tree, to mark the place.
Bred: COME ON YOU SONUVABEETCH SHOW YOURSELF!
Jericho: Loafa. Quiet. We're hunting.
Bred: Are we? It'a looks to me you like you a sniffing and chopping trees! Let me'a show you how to catch a fucking beast!
Bred walked into the middle of the forest clearing, with his arms extended.
Bred: COME ON YOU MOTHAFUCKA IMMA SHOW YOU A WHAT A REAL KILLER IS, PUTANA! VAFANCULLO DI -
A gunshot was heard, and Bred dropped down, silent (finally).
Gleeson kneeled next to him: Right between the eyes. Incredible precision.
Jericho: Our killer is a sniper. Let's head back. The village will want to hear about this.
Gleeson: Aren't we going to finish the hunt?
Jericho: No. We need Parker.
Gleeson: He doesn't want to help us.
Jericho: He will, now that Bred is dead.
Jericho and Gleeson left the forest, and everything grew silent. Footsteps were heard. The brown boots that Hetty saw just before she died approached the body of Loafa Bred.
"Well, it looks like I don't even have to do anything. These inbreds are killing themselves."
He laughed, and walked away.
Back at the bar, Sylpha tossed the Stranger into a table.
Hibiki: Slypha, there is no need for violence!
Sylpha lifted her hammer, but before striking down and bashing the Stranger's head, she looked into his eyes. He wasn't a killer.
Toaster Spank: KILL THE KILLER!
Sylpha turned to Toaster Spank: How do you know he's the killer?
Toaster Spank: The nice man promised me soda if I say he is.
Galvan: Oh boy..
To be continued...
It returns! Another great chapter, another great death, another step closer to victory. *laughs in what thinks is an evil tone, but turns out to just be a child-like giggle*
Rejected beast idea 3: An idea was to create something stereotypical of a beast, large, hulking, quadruped, with the intention of charging into the village and, if winning, wiping them out in around an hour. I never got past the vague shape of it and it's huge strength, so I have no idea what would be the specifics, what it's additional powers would be. However, it is clear to see that our beast is much more methodical, and actually thinks about how things occur, which allows for a much more suspenseful build up, which I prefer to essentially making this story Monster Hunter: Forum Edition.
I've forgotten lots of the theories I had... Well, back to the drawing board for me. I'll figure this out, just you wait!
Juiz: You can quote me on this: Klonoa is my favorite son.