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Part Two: Killers Within the Darkness
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Part Two: Killers Within the Darkness

Berfer

It had suddenly became dark, and even the air around them began to feel ominous. Glubbermouth sighed, as he had known that this was coming for a while now.

"So... it's finally happening, heh. Hey, man, this is all going to get pretty bad, pretty quick. See... I was told a while ago by some blind prophet that, well, that there'd be a time coming soon that the sun would be... how do I say this... well, let's just say, it's gone, right now."

"And that means... the "Darkies" you refer to..."

"Are going to be out in full force, and did I tell you the name of this ocean yet? Well, let me do that right now. This ocean is called Cauldron Ocean."

"Cau--Cauldron Ocean?!? Are you fucking serious? It's not a lake, it's an ocean! God damn it, that is so much bullshit I can't even see straight. So that means... oh god damn it," said Berfer as Taken had suddenly appeared on Nod.

"See?! What did I fucking tell you?! Not even god damned five minutes into this darkness bullshit and here comes the motherfucking Darkie military bullshit! Get your shit, bro! We don't got a lot of time here!" screamed Glubbermouth who swam over towards where the Taken were, trying to distract them while Berfer quickly gathered up his stuff. He had dragged his food and water crates over to where he was, his laptop which he had put in one of the crates just in case it was knocked into the water. He put Charlie in his bag, his cleaver he kept with him obviously, and made sure everything else was in his bag. He even grabbed that one god damned irritating book and threw it inside. He then realized that he had touched the book and his hands weren't burnt, this was a clear sign that he needed drugs immediately, as even if it was just a small trace of drugs the Book of Soberness would burn the holder. The talking mouse wanted to not be stuck in the bag as it claimed that it had so much to say but more and more bullshit kept happening that prevented it from actually getting two words of dialogue in. Not to mention Berfer kept closing the bag on his rodent ass. "Got everything?" Glubbermouth yelled over to Berfer's side.

"Uh... yeah, but how the fuck am I going to carry all of this bullshit while riding on your back?" asked Berfer, who actually brought up a pretty good point.

"Oh for the love of, do I seriously have to be the brains of this operation we have here?! I have a way for you to breathe underwater and go down there, I'm fucking distracting these assholes for you, and I have to provide a way for you to carry your shit?! God damn, I can't catch a fucking break! Here!"

Glubbermouth suddenly threw a Water Giant's Sack over to where Berfer was standing, and thankfully he caught it before it went too far and ended up in the water. He quickly slid everything inside of the sack, and it was actually pretty easy to carry around. It'd be a pain in the future, with containers being inside of containers, but oh fucking well. Unfortunately, the Taken had stopped ignoring Berfer to fight an aquatic enemy they couldn't even reach. Berfer on the other hand, was very reachable. As the Taken began to swing knives and axes towards him, he was thankful when Glubbermouth grabbed him up with one of his tentacles and put him on his back as he began to swim away from Nod. That was when Berfer realized they were leaving Nod.

"Wait, hey man, I can't just leave my home and my friends with those Taken assholes!"

"Nigga, did you see the look on your face when I said the actual name of this ocean? How long have you been living in this cursed ass place? Actually, it was pretty cool for a while, but recently shit's gotten crazy with all of these fucking Darkies. Fucking Cauldron Ocean, god damned place is crazy."

"Can we just call it fucking Cauldron Lake?"

"But Berfer! It's not a lake, it's an ocean!"

"I swear to fucking Nod, I could go for some chopped up seafood right now, god damn it."

"Nigga, I'm the only drug dealer in this whole god damned place, face it, you NEED me. Plus, I'm the only ticket you have to Druglantis, not to mention, a little while ago you were about to worship me as a motherfucking god, ya god damned bitch."

"Now that you've actually fucking told me that this is actually just a different fucking version of Cauldron lake I could be pretty much walking or swimming to my fucking grave! God damn it, this is some more bullshit. Druglantis could just be some bullshit made up by Mr. Scratc--oh shit, Mr. Scratch."

"That Darkie is the worst of them, I tells ya. Don't get me wrong, he knows his way around with a knife, but he's a grade A dick. I like the simpleton Darkies, yelling about random facts and random shit, I don't care for a Darkie who's so fucking insane and evil that it actually causes this sick kraken to shit bricks."

"But man, I've been living on this god damned lake for I don't even know how long... hell, I've actually drank that water. Fuck, is that why I went way over the god damned cuckoo's nest? It's this god damned water, isn't it?"

"Or all of the drugs, not that I judge ya for it. But no, I'm pretty sure the water's a bit of the reason for what I am. I mean what type of green and yellow kraken do you ever see in mythology ripping and tearing shit up like a fucking badass? Then, you add the whole drug dealer thing, and then you just get ridiculous. Anyways, we're here, dick for brains." Glubbermouth said as he suddenly stopped swimming. "There's a crate in there, not that far into the cave. Smash that bitch open, and you'll find what you need."

"Okay, I have a few problems with this. First of all, there's beings of Darkness roaming around wanting to kill both of us and what I need is inside of a cave in the middle of the god damned ocean on some random isle, secondly, you said I need to smash the crate open, and all I have is my hands... and a cleaver, I guess, but what am I going to do, cut a crate open?"

"Oh come on, you have a god damned drug power, don't ya?"

"I'm going to use one of my cocaine explosions to get a crate that I need whatever is in it intact, open, so I can get whatever it is inside. That's like saying I'm going to use a nuke to get a god damned safe open. That's it, mouse, what do you think of this?" asked Berfer, who finally wanted to hear the mouse's advice.

"It might be dark in there, but there actually isn't any Taken inside. The crate is by itself, but make sure you look around also, don't just go for the crate. Might be something else inside that cave. Whatever you do, don't go any deeper into the cave after you find the crate, as it'll end up going into the water, and while the suit inside the crate makes you able to go underwater for extended periods of time, you don't want to enter the Flooded Caves yet, at least, not now. Not recommended, death very likely," the mouse spoke very quickly, his words quickly flooding out of his tiny mouth.

"Holy hell, you knew all of that without even looking inside of the cave?" asked Berfer, who was now reconsidering the mouse's worth to be a hell of a lot more than he originally thought it was.

"I am a motherfucking omnipotent being, you son of a bitch. If you get some crack, I can grant a motherfucking wish. Well, a wish from a predetermined list of wishes... the rules don't like the idea of somebody just being able to wish for any god damned thing they wanted, because then some fucking random guy would say, OH I'D LIKE ULTIMATE POWER PLEASE. Oh, and not to mention when you do a wish or you have me too long, I kind of go away and end up somewhere else in someone else's motherfucking bag. Some people don't like that, and steal me right the fuck back and throw me into their same old crackless bags or sacks, like the asshole communists they are. But the point is, someone wishes for power to defeat anything, then that'd be bad for the person who makes the rules," said the mouse, who was sniffing around in the bag within a bag.

"Who makes the rules?"

"Who the fuck do you think?" both Glubbermouth and the mouse said at the same time.

"Right... of course, it's Ben. Anyways, fuck it, time to go in..." said Berfer, who descended from Glubbermouth's back and into the ground level of the Flooded Cave, as the mouse had called it. He couldn't see a god damned thing in the cave, but he was able to see something at his feet.

A flashlight. He quickly grabbed it and flicked it on, and shined the light around in the cave, but he saw nothing until he pointed the flash light forwards, which made the crate able to be seen. In all reality, despite what Berfer had said before, he could probably do one good Tiberium Punch and smash at least a big enough hole in the crate without damaging the suit, the Cocaine Explosions were still way too risky though.




Enigma

"I promise to swear to all of the Soberness' rules and laws, and I will forever swear to believe that drugs are in fact not fun, and they ruin a person's well being, and makes that person evil forever, and makes that person a bad person, and I acknowledge that bad people should just go and die, and if confronted and there is no option where I can convert an Addicted to try and save their soul, I must brutally murder them in the worst way possi--jesus christ, these assholes are fucked up. If they want to do drugs, then that's their fucking choice--fuck ow god damn it," when Enigma had said something that disagreed with the Soberness' opinions and laws, the book burned his hand. "Fine, I'll recite the rest of the god damned thing, jesus."

Enigma finished reading the really long and really fun killing oath, and he felt all fun and the ability to have fun be sucked from his body forever. Well, not forever, but if he ever tried to have fun again there would probably be seriously annoying effects, and seriously annoying effects are not very fun at all.

But now that Enigma is the property of an overly religious sober cult, he gets stat boosts and a new ability.

Yay. What would Enigma the fun killing sober person do next? Perhaps deal with the Creepers that have been waiting for something to happen to them, while being bored?




Kenji

Having equipped his fighting gear, Kenji looked down at the photograph. Kenji couldn't make out what the photograph was of, meaning he couldn't see what the demon actually looked like, but he believed that was the demon's doing to hide his identity.

"Hargh... release me, fool human. You do not know how irritating it is to be locked in such a petty item, it is as if it is all a demon ends up doing. We try to rise to power, but some random hero comes out of nowhere, beats us, and we end up getting sealed in some god damned random place, or in some god damned item, or some other... ergh... just let me go. Rip this photograph up, and the seal is broken, and I am freed. We both will cross our paths, and never speak again, I promise you that."

"Right, and what's in it for me? Even if I considered freeing you, I'm definitely not unleashing a demon with nothing to gain, I mean that's just kind of stupid," said Kenji, who was actually nowhere close near to actually thinking about freeing the demon. Really, why would he free the demon now after denying him freedom for so long? He would really have to offer something good to even be tempted to do such a thing.

"I can grant you, much, much power. Problem is, it's demonic power, which has all sorts of effects and such, some good, some bad... well... bad for a human, I guess. It wouldn't tie me to you, or anything like that, you'd just have a little demon in ya. Hell, I'll even not go berserk on your town which you're probably thinking that I am if you'd let me go right now. I can feel the darkness forming outside, and I really, really, really wish to be in the shadows after all of this torment of being trapped in a simple photograph!"

Would he actually take the deal of a demon, or would he refuse like he's always done? Demonic power bans you from ever touching holy things, and it especially makes the Soberness Cult hate your guts, as while they're mainly against druggies, you can damn well be sure that they're religious, and religious people HATE demons. However, demon abilities are actually quite powerful, not to mention your stats get a bit of a boost... but you'd kind of have a stain on your soul, meaning there'd be long term effects too.




Nobi

"What were you doing in MY shack?" asked No-Bark, who was still on his tame Deathclaw.

"Well, see No-Bark, I was just sitting around up here and then I saw a conspirator run into your shack! He was talking all sorts of crazy talk, but the main thing I remember him saying was that he was out to get you, man. So I went inside, and saw that he did all of your drugs, so I knocked him out, and simply threw him over the edge of the building," using his boosted charisma and higher intelligence, Nobi quickly lied to No-Bark so he didn't meet the business end of that Deathclaw's... well, claws.

"A conspirator... eh? I didn't see no body fall from here when I was down there, but then again for a few minutes there I was waaaay out there, so, couldn't see to here from that far away. I'll take ya word for it, anyways, me and Scratchy had a bit of a long day out there, so I'm going to go and get some sleep before the badgers show their heads again," No-Bark said, getting off of his Deathclaw, which he had lovingly named "Scratchy."

"By the way... uh... how did you tame him?" asked Nobi, who was pretty interested in how the hell No-Bark was capable of getting a Deathclaw to let him ride it without clawing him to death. Heh, clawing him to death, thus, he would have been deathclawed. Actually, that was pretty terrible, so Nobi wiped it from his mind as he waited for No-Bark to answer.

"Well, here we were, facing each other down in the city, about to rip each other apart, but then suddenly everything went dark literally, and then all of these god damned badgers appeared. Me and Scratchy made a hell of a team out there, and he's taken a liking to me as when I went to leave after the fight, he followed me, but instead of trying to kill me like those other more rude wolverines, Scratchy even let me ride him."

Badgers? Wolverines? God damned No-Bark. Wait, dark? Nobi looked up into the sky and realized that all of the light was suddenly gone, just like how No-Bark had said. Huh, when did that happen, echoed through Nobi's mind. During when No-Bark was speaking Nobi had slipped the drugs into his pocket before they were noticed.

"You know, we should give a name to this place, and ignoring the fact that it's a city, I'm going to call it the Land of Buildings and Claws." Nobi said, even though that name was terrible. Hey, I have a Homestuck name for you. The city's name was now officially Land of Fuck and You. Just because it's similar to Homestuck doesn't mean it has to blatantly start copying it, dick. But no, the city's actual name was New Joisey, and there was no denying it as it was officially canon, so says the Narrator Man. No-Bark went inside of his home and went to bed, leaving Scratchy at his door as a guard.

Nobi wasn't going to lie, the fact that there was now a deathclaw that No-Bark had made his friend on the rooftop with him, was fucking terrifying. What if Scratchy wasn't as friendly as it had seemed? What if Scratchy decided suddenly in the middle of the night he was fucking hungry and Nobi's the closest snack he has? Fuck, that, shit. Anyways, ignoring the fact that there was now a guard deathclaw watching Nobi's every move to protect his master, perhaps Nobi could check his possessions in those sealed boxes or perhaps even check his laptop. After all, his laptop was originally owned by someone that perhaps used to be important, but is dead now, so maybe there was possibly something important on it?




Ford and Axem

While Ford's original plan was just to burn the entire jungle down, he quickly found that a simple boot to the face actually did the trick. Axem was knocked unconscious, so much for the power of friendship, eh? Ford could take the opportunity to steal some things from Axem, and while normally the rules would kick in and say there'd be a limit on how many things Ford would be able to steal, Ford literally had absolutely nothing, as the fight had also claimed his pointy stick, which was now in two pieces. Two pointy pieces, but still, it was bullshit that his stick was broken.

UPDATE!!!
Axem has gained EXP from the "fight."
Ford has gained EXP from the "fight."
Ford is possibly about to jack Axem's shit and he's too unconscious to do anything about it, at least right now.
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"Kalil... you must live on..."

"Mom... I'm scared..."

"God damned monsters! I'm going to rip both of you apart!"

"Why do they hate us?"

"They are ignorant of what we truly are, my son... please, I cannot bear to hear the sorrow in your voice anymore... go. I will hold them off as long as I can, but you must escape further into the mountain... they won't go too far in, as they fear the machines..."

"Mom!"

"Go! Alright... you want to see a monster? Come on!"

The son cried as he ran through the Junk Heap, having to abandon his mother to the true monsters. His tears worsened as he heard a familiar voice crying out in pain and the sounds of a struggle.

"That Sober son of a bitch is going to pay us a god damned boat load! Hahaha, this one wasn't even strong!"

"Wasn't there two?"

"Eh? Well, if there was, it's not like he'll know, not to mention, I'm sure the machines will get the second one if there is another one..."

"I guess so... come on. Let's get the hell out of this mountain, fucking hate this place."
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Ford and Axem

Axem didn't even twitch as Ford quickly stole his backpack and his laptop. For whatever reason he chose to leave the machete with him, as he sent two fire balls around the surrounding trees of the jungle. He would soon find that this jungle could in fact not be burned down, in fact, something felt wrong with this jungle. The trees that was now burning would reemerge from the invisible dark energy flowing through the jungle, not to mention anybody within the jungle would not be able to find the exit, no matter how hard they tried. But Ford knew he had to get the hell away from Axem at least, so he ended up stumbling and running through the jungle searching for an exit that would not show itself to him.

UPDATE!
The trees around Axem are burning, and the fire will soon spread.
Ford has used 4 of his current MP count.
Axem has lost his laptop and his backpack, meaning all he has is his weapon, all of his starting items and his only way of communicating with the other players of the game are gone.
Axem's attempt to wake himself up early has failed, obviously.
Axem will now wake next update.
Ford has gained a backpack and laptop.




Kenji

"Hm... fine, I accept," said Kenji, grabbing the photograph and tearing it in two.

"Hahaha... finally, free!" the darkness began to swirl around the room after leaving the torn remains of the photograph. It swooped through the heart of Kenji, and right out of his house. The moment it had touched Kenji's heart, it left behind dark essence on it, which gave Kenji a very dark demonic power.

"Idiot, I caused your sister to plummet from the sky all that time ago, and now I will continue to kill for Ben, as I will be free from this false world."

The house shook with dark power, as the demon's essence flew out of the house and down from the floating "Paradise" and then through the clouds. Nobody could see the demon flying through the sky due to all of the already existing darkness in the sky, so nobody knew where the demon ended up going...

UPDATE!
Kenji has released an unknown ally of Ben.
Kenji has demonic power now, so now he has a new ability and his stats are boosted.




Hippo

It keeps happening, why won't it stop happening? Except, it did stop happening, Hippo should know, as he was currently standing on the pile of polar bears he had slaughtered with his BEAR hands. Get it? It's a bear pun, because he just got done slaughtering bears. After he had murdered all of the poor polar bears, he ripped all of their fur off, ripped the flesh from their bones, and then used a lot of their bones to make a house. The flesh he quickly stored in a polar bear bone crates, and he used a larger unique bone to form a polar bear bone club. That pretty much meaning he just picked up one of the larger bones and started to club shit with it. He had scavenged some old machine that was capable of brewing alcohol from the ice and snow filled ruins of a nearby town. He had made several bottles of Ice Whiskey, it being mainly just whiskey but it's been put out in the cold, meaning it's so cold that if it had been left out for another moment, it would be completely frozen. One would argue that one could just put ice in a glass full of whiskey, but that isn't the same at all, honestly. He also still had his backpack that also contained his laptop and ten random items that would possibly or possibly not be of some use down the road. Currently though, he was just chilling in his bear outfit, which was actually pretty warm with all of the polar bear fur attached, in his bone house. One would question how a house made of polar bear bones would be capable of staying together, not to mention standing as arctic winds hit it every second, but first of all, don't question motherfucking miracles, miracles make the motherfucking world go round, and secondly, there were a lot of bones, so the house was pretty solid.




TFE

"Hey, did you notice that tunnel over there? When did that get there?" asked Joe the Creeper.

"Fuck if I know, dude. I'm not some miner fucking asshole that just suddenly says, oh hey, let's go destroy the environment and murder a bunch of Creepers for fun, hee hee!" answered Bill the Creeper.

"BE BANISHED TO THE DARKNESS THAT YE SPAWNED FROM, KAMIKAZE MONSTERS OF THE DARK!"

"The fuck?" exclaimed Mark the Creeper, as TFE barged into their room.

"I SAID BE BANISHED!" and with that, TFE let out two bursts of light through the room, blinding all of the Creepers.

"Oh god, I'm blind... holy shit!" screamed Joe the Creeper as TFE bashed in his brains with his mining pick. He did the same for the other three Creepers, who couldn't do shit while they were so blinded. He quickly began to mine the diamonds in the chamber while making sure he avoided the lava in the corner.

"I like the way you do business, man."

The sound of the voice caused Enigma to turn around, just to see Ambipom hanging from the ceiling, despite the fact that there was nothing to hang onto from the ceiling, but who even cares about logic as Ambipom is a god damned hand monkey.

"The fuck are you doing down here?" asked Enigma, who was actually kind of curious.

"I could ask you the same thing... Sober fuckhead. Do you know that the leader of that fucking faction actually was insane enough to make a god damned lantern with the souls of 100 dead children, trapping them in said lantern, just to make a weapon to fight the forces of the darkness? They actually fucking trapped the souls of one hundred children in a lantern, to make a neat weapon. Not that I really care, honestly, but still, those fucking people are fucked up. Anyways, what are you going to do? Just exterminate some more Creepers? Well, I'd proceed with caution, as there's something dark in this volcano... a certain friend of mine, and he may or may not be Ben's little bitch now, and even fucking sides with the god damned Creepers. That is a no-no, and that makes him a massive dick. I fucking hate Creepers, if that wasn't obvious."

Update!
Ambipom has appeared.
TFE has killed four Creepers brutally, thus he has gained EXP. Each Creeper gave 1.25 EXP. 1.25*4=5 EXP.
TFE has gained 4 BP for killing 4 Creepers.
TFE has lost 8 AP due to using The Light twice
TFE has gathered 5 chunks of diamonds




Nobi

Deciding to leave Scratchy and his master alone, Nobi decided to finally check what was in his boxes again. Opening them up, he began to look through what he had put inside.

One Magic Notebook
One Drawing of the Four Season Brothers
One Sheogorath's Skull...full of...cheese?
One Mini Trash Can
One Toy Soldier
One Halve of the Cosmic Shades
One Hidden Blade
One George Bush Poster
One Winter Shard
One Lone Wanderer's Magical Bag

...Huh, this was a lot of random stuff. The Magic Notebook was something straight out of Scribblenauts, but it was twisted to all hell by dark magics. In Scribblenauts, you could put anything down on this notebook, and it would appear right in front of you. You could even use adjective after adjective, if this thing wasn't cursed, Nobi could fly through this god damned city decimating things while riding a golden winged godly bathtub while holding a god damned tommy gun. Unfortunately, it is in fact cursed, so depending on what he tries to make, or how many things he tries to make in one use, the chance of failure changes. It could just flat out fail, or the notebook could add in a word secretly, which would change the whole god damned thing, like the word "evil" or "demonic" which would prompt whatever he creates to attack Nobi. However, there is a cool new function of this thing, which is the "arena" mode. It can create a random enemy or monster for Nobi to face, and while one would question why this is a cool function, this could be used for training or depending on the foe, he could scavenge or get items from it, or it could in fact be an item that he could use after he defeats it. He could also simply trigger the arena mode to make something for someone or something else to fight, but it'd still be hostile towards Nobi too.

The drawing was a drawing of the four brothers that were named after seasons in ANDoH... who would seriously draw something from that shitty story, I mean honestly. Then there was a skull full of cheese... which he had no idea how he got in the possession of, as it was rumored that this very skull was in fact owned by Sheogorath. Its purpose was obvious, it was a cheese container. The mini trash can was a model of a trash can... only someone who really loved trash cans would value this. He also had a halve of the Cosmic Shades, those glasses that his hamster in the war game had which had several uses. He also had a hidden blade, for whatever reason, despite the fact that he wasn't an assassin, and luckily for him, the hidden blade was not the type where the blade would come out and end up causing him to lose a finger, still dangerous though. The George Bush poster... honestly, he had no fucking idea. The Winter Shard is a piece of a blah blah blah. The Lone Wanderer's magical bag was another item from ANDoH, and unlike other containers it had a bonus feature to the unlimited space. See, this bag could endure whatever that was thrown at it, explosions, deathclaws, falling from the Washington Monument as it collapsed, you name it. If Ben punched this bag, the bag would be completely intact with all of its contained items perfectly fine.

He threw all of it in the newly received magic bag for convenience's sake. Then decided to get on that laptop finally. He was welcomed with a bit of a screwy background, but he was pretty sure it looked so messed up because the laptop was screwed up.

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Very suddenly, the background changed, and the image was replaced with nothing but a black screen. Most of the icons were gone too, and suddenly notepad opened by itself. Words began to appear as if Nobi had been typing them, but he hadn't even touched the keyboard yet.

"I know what you will do, I know every little thought that lies in your brain. You cannot stop what I bring to your world, and you cannot stop me. In the end all of your efforts will be a failure, and I will have won just like always. For now, I will permit you to read the words of a dead man, because they matter little anymore."

The window closed, and the image changed again. Instead of the original one, it was now an image of the Happy Mask Salesman sitting in a chair with his head in his hands, with red flaming letters above him that read, "Kill your friend."

Not to mention there were different icons and programs now arranged on the screen. There was Direfox, Murderer's Mail, and several folders. Direfox was the most common internet browser, and Murderer's Mail was a common messaging program. There were four folders, one named "Jadusable's Secret Notes", "TGG's Journal", "Ben's Downfall", and "Hints."

Nobi decided to open up Direfox and try to get on NW, only to find that there was nobody on. Dafuq? Whatever, he said. He simply went onto Ray Smells and posted a message.

"hey god damn it. what's with all of this god damned darkness? what are you assholes doing? we should fucking organize our efforts, meaning, we all should get in the same god damned place, or maybe at least communicate with each other, but here i am, the only one who's currently online. all of you suck."

While he was at it, he made sure to save GG's Nepeta image to the laptop. What now?




Tsukiko

Deciding to see what items she had scavenged thus far, she opened up her boxes in her room.

One Taken's Bane
One Book of the Addicted
One Sender Machine
One Sword of Nobunaga Oda
One Book of the Hated
One Magnet
One Bottle Full of Dead Fairies
One Dead Wolf
One Distraction
One Junk Bag
One Pile of Scrap Metal
One Dented Metal Board
One Pile of Electrical Components
One Severed Cable
One Portable Workbench

That was a lot of stuff she had in those crates. Taken's Bane was supposedly the same flashlight that one certain writer had used to fight off hordes of creatures and people taken by the darkness, it was supposedly stronger than a flashlight, and it even had recharging batteries, she didn't know what the Taken was yet, but a light was always useful in this god damned Junk Heap. The Book of the Addicted, she had randomly picked up a while ago, and thinking back she didn't know why she had done so, because the book was full of ramblings from drug addicts about some people who opposed them, though, apparently if she agreed to the oath inside, she would get a power boost, not to mention a free drug of her choosing which then would in turn give her an ability related to that drug. The Sender machine was a pretty cool thing despite its incredibly shitty name, as if there were people that had a Receiver machine, she could send things to other people. Apparently these machines actually had many more purposes, and could be upgraded with the right parts to have more purposes and uses. For instance, if she could find the parts for it, she could upgrade her Sender machine, to also act as a Receiver machine, and even get a security upgrade for it, as it was known that sometimes people liked to be dicks and send bad things through these machines, like active explosives or such. If one was to find a Receiver machine and was capable of contacting her, they would have to give her their Receiver's code, and then she could send stuff to that machine.

The Sword of Nobunaga Oda was a relic she had found deep in the Junk Heap and had no clue why it was here of all places. While dark energy continuously flowed through this sharp blade, it did not care whether its enemy was either affiliated with the light or the darkness. The Book of the Hated, like the Book of the Addicted, was just another book of some crazy cult, but she didn't know much about the Hated, unlike the Addicted. The magnet, well... who even knows how it works? Anyone? Nope. The Bottle of Dead Fairies was rumored to have some magic effect if the owner of said bottle dies. When the owner dies, the magic bottle of dead fairies would float up to their mouth and pour the dead fairies into their gaping dead mouths. These fairies had some sort of resurrection effect if eaten, but a long time ago it was rumored that there was a hero who didn't kill the fairies, and simply were friends with them so when he died they just automatically did some magic sort of bullshit to revive him. Personally, I think that's retarded, as who doesn't want to eat some dead fairies? The Dead Wolf was... actually, she had no idea why she had a Dead Wolf in her crates. The Distraction was not a physical item, but that wasn't to say it wasn't real either, in times of desperate measures, rely on a Distraction to flee. The Junk Bag was just another variant of these magical bags that could carry mountains, except it had a different appearance, the Junk Bag being of course extremely dirty and old. The rest of her items were simply spare parts and salvage. She stored all of her items in her Junk Bag, for convenience's sake.

She decided she might want to go salvage some stuff from the halls of the Junk Heap, but first she looked out of an eye hole she had made in her secure door. She saw that there were several of the smaller robots in the hallway, they weren't bigger than a human, and they simply looked like painted cubes of metals roaming around on wheels. They had a red light on the top of their heads, and when provoked, they would fire some sort of energy projectiles at faraway enemies, and when they got close they would shock them with electricity.

What do?




Berfer

There wasn't any time to fuck around anymore, Mr. Scratch was god damned somewhere, and Berfer was surrounded by the dark waters that he was from in the first place. Whatever that was waiting for him down at the bottom, he had to get to before Mr. Scratch got to him, or perhaps before Mr. Scratch got to it. He opened his back and put the rusted chili bowl on his head as a helmet, he grabbed his KNOIFE, and Charlie. He simply put Charlie on his shoulder for now, and held the KNOIFE and the flashlight in his hands. He pointed the flashlight around the cave as he walked towards the crate but then he stopped when he noticed something of extreme value simply lying in the hands of a skeleton.

It couldn't be...

SHROOMS, GOD DAMN IT, FINALLY, FINALLY SHROOMS! Berfer quickly took a detour from his scheduled task and stepped on the skeleton's arm, breaking it away from the rest of the old bones. He then set his KNOIFE down, along with the flashlight, as he pried the shrooms from that long deceased drug addict's cold dead hands. He grinned as he finally got the treasure he was after, but while it would be awesome just to take shrooms and get high for the rest of the dark day, he still had a task to do. He quickly walked back over to the crate after placing the Aged Shrooms in his pocket, and after he picked up his KNOIFE and his flashlight again. There seemed to be no lock on the crate, but there seemed to be no way to open it up either. To have shrooms in his pocket again only to not be able to do them because he had previous responsibilities enraged Berfer, and with the rage he currently had he summoned the WRATH OF THE ADDICTED.

...and by that, he simply bashed open the box with his bare hands until the front panel of the crate was destroyed. He didn't feel any pain from doing so, but maybe that was because his mind was more focused on the shrooms than mere pain by a few possible splinters. Anyways, he had succeeded what he was supposed to do, and he had revealed what was inside the crate. It wasn't that much of a surprise to find that it was a Big Daddy's suit that had changes done to it, to make it also like Thomas Zane's suit. It provided armor, a kick ass drill, the ability to breathe underwater, and light. It also had modifications for food and other bodily functions, if he were to be in the water for a bit longer than he anticipated.

Well, he had the suit now. What now?




Mysterious Traveler

The Mysterious Traveler had sunk to the bottom of the Cauldron. But he wasn't dead... he refused to die until Ben was destroyed. He forced himself to stand up, and he reached to his back and ripped Mr. Scratch's knife out. It caused him extreme pain to do so, but when the knife had been removed, his wound began to quickly heal. His magic and his outfit was able to make him quickly adjust to wherever he was currently at, thus, it was no big deal that he was underwater. Though... even if it was in the water, at the bottom of this Lake... it was well known that it was a completely different world. This was the home of the darkness, this was the birthplace of the Taken, everything was tied to this damned place. Even now hundreds, hell, thousands of Taken stared at him in the dark waters. They all simply smiled as they gripped onto their weapons, axes, knives, swords, it didn't matter. His mask began to shine, and he took off his gloves. They swarmed him, only to find that his hands were like spotlights, as beams of light shot through the dark horde, killing multiple Taken at a time. With this lake, writer after writer used it to shape things and change reality. He hoped that he could get to the heart of this place, the spot that people claimed a sunken city of drugs awaited, but that was simply the current shape the lake had taken for its next visitor.

The Mysterious Traveler hoped that he could undo Ben even if he had to resort to this dark, dark place... but first he had to fight his way there.
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Hippo

Opening one of his bottles of Ice Whiskey and taking a big drink, he walked over to where his crates were and prepared to open all of them. Suddenly, he heard something behind him, but when he spun around he saw nothing in the house. He then suddenly heard his crates fall over and their contents spilling onto the floor.

One Flare Gun with five flares
One Polar Bear's Stomach Bag
One Heart of a Tiger
One Book of the Forsaken
One Trash Can
One Bowser Mask
One Derpyotto's Beak
One Ebony and Ivory
One Dead Bird Named Tom
One Makeshift Cheap Pimpstick

Growing extremely paranoid, he gathered up all of the items in his new stomach bag, and that was when he heard yet another sound, this time accompanied with a voice.

"lol y u such cowerd ass nigga bitch?"

"Oh fuck. Dolan pls!" screamed Hippo, seeing Dolan simply standing there in front of him, covered in the blood of someone else he had already murdered.

"fagt gonna die now, stand still fagt," yelled Dolan, as he began to charge towards Hippo. As Dolan tried to swing at him, Hippo quickly dodged to the side and ran away from him.

"Fuck you Dolan! You're Ben's bitch now, aren't you? What a bitch ass fagt!" yelled Hippo, growing irritated at Dolan. He then realized he was beginning to feel the effects of the Ice Whiskey, and man was it strong. Hippo only then realized how much of a light weight he was, and it kind of depressed him as Dolan began to approach him again.

"bitch, Ben is MY bitch. Dafty, Bogs, Spoderman, Gooby. I've murdered them all, and I'll even murder Ben's fagt ass, but first, you get to die."

"Dolan pls"

Hippo was now DEAD.

...

Or, the more likely outcome of that meeting between Dolan and Hippo, meaning Dolan probably just beat all up on Hippo's ass and dragged him out of his house then threw him somewhere in the cold with no supplies. However, Hippo's Ice Whiskey was now fully kicking in, meaning he was completely drunk.

"Hippo, Hippo god damn it! You must overcome this young Hippo nigga! You must make it to the house before you freeze to death god damn it, so quit being a fucking faggot, and get the fuck moving already!"

"Who the fuck are you?" asked drunk Hippo.

"Oh, let's see, I'm your god damned imagination, or maybe your drunk conciseness? Perhaps a voice reaching out to a hero in need of help--no, you idiot, I'm a fucking voice in your head, so why the fuck aren't you listening to me, god damn it? You just got your ass whooped by a fucking twisted version of a cartoon duck, you're a pretty god damned low piece of shit on the power scale. So less asking about what the voice in your head is, and more fucking moving before you freeze to death, god fucking damn it! Dolan isn't even strong and he was capable of sneaking up on your ass and beating it too, I mean jesus."

"fak u imaginery voic n hed."

Though, the voice actually had a point. If he didn't start moving towards his house he'd no doubt to freeze to death, as Dolan even took his god damned bear outfit.

UPDATE!
Hippo currently has nothing.
Hippo is drunk until the end of next update.
Hippo will gain Ice Whiskey ability next update.
Dolan has been added to the enemy list.




TFE

"Why do you hate Creepers so much anyways?" asked Enigma, who was currently kicking one of the dead Creeper's bodies.

"Well, see, one of my ancestors was a crazy mining monkey, right? And then...well..."

The Ambipom relative he was talking about ended up becoming known as Ambinotch. Ambinotch didn't live in the world of pokemon like most Ambipoms obviously did, he instead lived in a world where miners lived, and they usually dug deep into the Earth for materials to build their homes and to provide for their families. It wasn't before too long that miners dug a little too far, or maybe a little too deep, that they would end up stumbling into a Creepers' nest. The Creepers simply wanted to live in peace, and originally they had lived above ground, but Ambinotch and his Nazi army forced them to flee underground. Even then it wasn't enough, as miners killed Creepers who happened to be in their mining paths. Ambinotch finally grew tired of the Creepers and went to eliminate them once and for all by launching an attack on their capital deep, deep underground. Only to find that when they were slaughtering them, the cowering afraid Creepers realized their true potential and unleashed their mighty attack, the kamikaze attack, which was actually pretty effective, as it not only claimed the lives of most of Ambinotch's army, it also tremors even deeper into the ground which summon a horde of Creepers to emerge. The Creepers were done with simply being slaughtered, and even assaulted Ambinotch's miners on the surface in the night, blowing up their homes and palaces and such.

This long bloody war between lurkers of the underground and miners went on for several years, and even spawned a popular game that Ambinotch made to fund his army that was pretty much a simulation program for mining and murdering Creepers. It all ended in one massive battle led by Ambinotch himself into the Creeper's new den. The battle was so fierce, that both armies were pretty much wiped out, leaving the two leaders standing in front of each other in the heart of the earth. One was Ambinotch, and the other was a unique creeper that had taken up as the leader of the Creepers... instead of being green, with black/no eyes, he was purpleish, and had blue gems as eyes.

It was uncertain who ended up winning the fight... as nobody knew, because there was nobody else there to witness it.

"So, yeah... I kind of dislike those things," said by Ambipom simply.

UPDATE!
Learned a part of the story about Ambinotch and the leader Creeper. Find the ending and gain a special trait to aid against enemies in the underground/caves.




Ray

It wasn't easy living in a god damned post apocalyptic city, especially when it was full of god damned Deathclaws. Not to mention for poor Ray, he was hardly in a fortified or out of reach spot. This was to say, he was living in a dumpster. His stench was already terrible, so it's not like he really minded. Not like he wanted to be out there with the Deathclaws. No sir. He had his laptop in his lap, and his backpack full of his supplies, food, and water next to him. Also, he had an already loaded shotgun in case if anybody suddenly tried to get at him in the dumpster...




Berfer

He had his new suit on, and was sitting in front of the cave entrance after having pulled out Charlie, the mouse, the Jester head, and the bottle of roaches. They were having a meeting of some sort, and Glubbermouth simply sighed, not wanting to judge the crazy bastard, but at the same time he did want to judge him.

"Okay, we got the suit, I have shrooms, and I guess all that awaits is to get this started... any objections, or any pieces of advice?" asked Berfer, who was actually seriously asking a dead turtle, a head of a decapitated Jester, and a bottle full of roaches this.

"You do realize that I'm the only one that can actually talk, right?" asked the mouse.

"Sh! You're interrupting Charlie's inspirational speech!" said Berfer.

"Why do I always get put with the crazy ones? Why?" asked the mouse, who simply sighed at this crazy bastard.

"Hm, actually, I guess I could check my laptop really quickly... I mean, I could do it down there too, as it's waterproof, but no harm in doing it now too. What? Yeah, of course I have a waterproof computer, I've lived out in the middle of the ocean for I don't even know how long anymore, why wouldn't I have a waterproof computer? Roaches are so idiotic some times..." said Berfer, as he got his computer out and went to NW. He checked Ray Smells and saw Nobi's post from earlier.

"hey god damn it. what's with all of this god damned darkness? what are you assholes doing? we should fucking organize our efforts, meaning, we all should get in the same god damned place, or maybe at least communicate with each other, but here i am, the only one who's currently online. all of you suck."

To which Berfer replied:

"Oh, sorry about that. Know my few last posts were a bit insane sounding, but now something's kind of happening. Short story is, the source of darkness is my lake... err, ocean. Whatever it is, the darkness is being caused by that, and I'm about to go head first into it. That being said, any of you have some drugs? There's a few forces of evil to fight, and drugs could kind of help me. Sorry for kind of hogging the spotlight AND asking for things, but I kind of can't help that this place is causing global effects. Oh, and while I'm at it, you should all probably arm yourself with sources of light, as the Taken are kind of pretty much invincible without being exposed to light, and the darkness can cling to anything, so don't be surprised if suddenly you walk by an old bulldozer and oh hey, it suddenly turns on with nobody driving it and it tries to kill you. There's also darkness tornadoes, which are always fun, anyways yeah. Be careful out there, comrades."

Right when he was about to click off, he suddenly noticed he had a message from someone. He clicked on his inbox, and he saw that the message was from TGG's account, which could only mean one thing. Ben was talking to him again... but, the title of the message was "help" and while this was obviously a trick, in the last universe Ben's account sent him a similar message regarding a plea for help, but then the typing became like Ben's, and he claimed that there was nothing to see. Then he barged into his upstairs only to find Tsukiko dead, and Ben waiting for him.

He would at least humor it, so he clicked on it.

"don't know where I am, it's dark here. I'm not live bu t I'm not ead eithr. this place feels wrong, don't like it here, want to be back, back where I was. feels wrong, sees the words around me, taking shape and form, feel Ben's presennce, chasin me through the darkness, but I am not nor will I ever allow him to control me again. he is coming. must leave this account. can never touch it again. berf ie, you mus t find the"

The message simply ended there... he didn't know whether to believe it or not... this was obviously supposedly from "TGG", but he was unsure if it was him or Ben. He then received another message from the account, but it was much more hostile, and definitely seemed like it was from Ben.

The title of it was, "DEAD."

"YOU WILL DROWN IN THE WATERS OF THE CAULDRON, THE TAKEN WILL RIP THE FLESH FROM YOUR VERY BONES, AND IN THE DARK WATERS WILL SURGE THROUGH YOUR BODY AS MR. SCRATCH PUTS YOUR HEAD TO THE CHOPPING BLOCK. YOUR FRIENDS WILL DIE, YOU WILL DIE, EVERYBODY WILL DIE. I WILL RIP THE WHOLE WORLD APART, AND NOBODY CAN STOP ME. NOT YOU, NOT TGG, NOT ANYBODY. NOT EVEN HE CAN STOP ME."

...Always in that charming tone of his. He really needed to calm the hell down sometimes, seriously. He'll pop an undead blood vessel at this rate, then again, Berfer had repeatedly trolled Ben during the first universe's run and the second universe's run so far.
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Narrator Man and Story Teller

No, I don't want to hear any of that bullshit, I'm tired of you just locking me in places just because, oh, I'm unstable! Fuck you, fuck your god damned personality, and fuck your god damned shoes. I'm not going to just fucking sit up in a god damned building anymore and listen to you talk all day just because you love to hear your own god damned voice.

"Brother, this is absolutely dangerous, we aren't supposed to get involved with the story, remember? That's like rule number one with this thing we share!"

I'm tired of it god damn it, whats the point of having this power, this fucking item if we can't go places, if we can't fucking do something. Sometimes I just want to kick someone's ass so bad I fucking punch the wall of that god damned bathroom you locked me in over and over again! So yeah, sure, I might be unstable, but I just fucking want to go outside, and until now you wouldn't let me.

"So what the fuck is your plan then? Hm?"

There you go again, imitating my vulgarity because you're frustrated. Well, there's two other characters in this city, while I'm obviously not a big fan of the no interfering rule, I'm not just gonna go up and say, "hey guys, can we go on a picnic together? Oh yeah, by the way, me and my brother are omnipotent and watch all of you every day and every night and record your stories." I'm thinking hey maybe we can help without directly helping.

"Well, how the fuck are we going to help?"

I'll tell you how, I'm going to move this fucking trash out of the way right here, we're going to get out of this alley, and I'm going to start fighting Deathclaws.

"Are you crazy?! You don't even have a weapon."

I don't need one, and neither do you, god damn it. Now quit being a pansy ass bitch and help me move this mattress, fuck.




Random Deathclaw

The deathclaw's attention was grabbed by a mattress that was shifting and beginning to move, opening the entrance to an alley. As the Deathclaw watched the mattress move, very quickly and suddenly something punched it right in the face. That was in fact, me. Plunging my hand into the Deathclaw's chest, I ripped his heart out and threw it against the ground. I then ripped the Deathclaw's arms off and swung them as weapons against the other Deathclaws who very quickly charged at me. I then handed the Narration to my pussy ass brother who was too afraid to help me. Bitch, ass, nigga.

Sigh...

UPDATE!
Narrator Man and Story Teller are in New Joisey, and Narrator Man is bringing down the Deathclaw population, one by one.




Nobi

Nobi decided to open up the Magic Notebook, and use it's power to benefit himself, as he needed a distraction for Scratchy so he could get back into No-Bark's shack, and hopefully he could sneak once inside so he wouldn't wake up No-Bark, that is, if he even was asleep. He then decided what he was going to put down.

"Bloatfly Hooker."

That didn't work, so he tried again.

"Whorish Bloatfly."

It worked that time, but unfortunately the Magic Notebook had added in an adjective, so the end result was actually this:

"Whorish Reluctant Bloatfly."

The added in reluctant made the Bloatfly not want to be sent over to the Deathclaw, as that is the definition of reluctant; not wanting to go do something, or slow to act. However, Nobi solved this how any pimp would, first he bowed his head to do the Pimp's Prayer.

"Lord, let's pray for the soul of this bitch, and guide my pimp hand and make it strong, lord! So she might learn a hoe's place. Amen!" finishing the holy prayer of pimps everywhere, he slapped the ever living shit out of the Bloatfly Hooker, which changed the adjective "reluctant" to "depressed", which was good enough to get it to fly over to the curious Deathclaw. As a depressed hooker is a submissive hooker.

No person could ever speak the acts that the Deathclaw and Bloatfly committed, and I am definitely not going to describe it. I will just spoil the end and say there was nothing left of the Bloatfly at the end, and somewhere out there, there were some weird ass people committing sexual actions on a ghoul on the hood of a parked car.

You know, now that I think about it, this world's a pretty fucked up place, pardon my language, but yeah.

Anyways, with Scratchy successfully distracted, Nobi crept into No-Bark's shack, wanting to not disturb the couple, but before he did that, he took a shot of psycho and mentats. He had already taken Mentats, before, but Psycho was new to him. It made him feel much more aggressive than usual, and would perhaps fight against the effects of his laziness. Unfortunately, he didn't get a new ability from psycho, but he would possibly the second time he used it. His new goal was to find building materials, to make his half of the Cosmic Shades into a monocle until he found the other half. What he found was rather shocking. The bed was flipped over, and where it used to be, a trap door was left open. No-Bark's other bag he hadn't touched was gone too. There was a note in front of the trap door, wherever it led.

"You think I didn't know that you were in here, and took my drugs? Your lie only postponed what's coming to you."

"Huh...? He knew...?"

Then he noticed there was a bit of blood left where the note had been sitting, and it led into the trapdoor. What the hell was going on? Was this note fake, left by someone who had been watching him and No-Bark, waiting for the right moment to strike? Another thing he was wondering was what the hell this god damned trap door was there for, and where the hell it even lead. Inside of the building? However, he also found what appeared to be a monocle chain randomly sitting in the floor near another blood spot. Perhaps No-Bark had found this, and was going to give it to Nobi knowing that he only had a half of his glasses... regardless, he quickly attached the already prepared chain to form the Cosmic Monocle, which he then put on.

UPDATE!
No-Bark is missing, and mysterious trapdoor has been found in his home.
Cosmic Monocle has been formed, which has the ability of summoning only one weak Cosmic Blade.




Axem

After waking up and seeing the flames around him, he quickly picked up his machete and began to fled through the jungle, trying to get to an exit or to find someone. Unfortunately, he ended up running straight into a trap, stepping on some leaves covering a hole. Axem was now trapped in a pit, and a horrifying scream from something was heard from above. He didn't know what, but it scared him shitless.

UPDATE!
Axem is trapped in a pit.




Ford

After a few minutes of pointless running, Ford realized any further running was probably completely pointless, so he decided he would stop for a second to catch his breath. He noticed something was looking down at him from a tree. It was something that looked like the Skull Kid, or a Skull Kid, but shrouded in darkness. Quickly, he prepared for a fight, but that was when the dark Skull Kid spoke.

"Ple-please... not mu-much time... follow me befo-fore darkness takes over comple-tely."

The Skull Kid's voice sounded pained, but even then Ford wasn't sure if he should trust it. In the game on NW, the Skull Mask Salesmen were once the entire species of Skull Kids, but then the Happy Mask Salesman and Ben murdered them all and made them into their slaves, especially THE Skull Kid...




Tsukiko

Deciding it was time to read a book rather than kill some more of those damned robots, she decided she was going to read a book, and then maybe kill some more robots. She grabbed the Book of Hatred, and threw the cover open.

Quickly realizing that the people who wrote this were god damned insane murderers, that went on and on about how they were untreated fairly for their murdering problem, she began to skim some of the pages until she reached a later page that actually had a point.

"If the reader of this book decides they cannot control their need to feel the kill any longer, then feel free to accept the hatred, brother and or sister. We our allies with most factions and cults that aren't affiliated with being bitches, that, of course being the Sober cult. Nobody likes those assholes except for assholes, and remember that fact! It will do you good in the future, as a member of the Hatred. You accept that strife and murder is the key to winning, and you will most definitely prefer a fight rather than a diplomatic approach. If you wuss out on a potential fight, you will receive a rather nasty bad side effect. However, joining our nice little cult will instead give you a permanent bonus to attack power that other cults are unavailable to, unless you're in one of the cults we permit to have a joint membership type of thing with, but even then, the effect is lesser as you were a wuss and joined another cult before us, and of course if you decide to leave our group, your bonus is revoked. You also gain a bit of a powerful special attack, gain a second edition, and not only do you get a new ability, but you are permitted to join a class of our group."

Would she accept, or no? After deciding, she would no doubt go to wreck some robots.




Kenji

Having just released one of Ben's allies for his own profit, that would possibly target one of his friends from NW that are below the clouds, he decided he'd get moving, but first he would check what he had in his bag of stuff.

One Pair of Drill Gauntlets
One Book of the Dark Brotherhood
One Book of the Homelessness
One Dead Hamster Named Wilkins
One Katana
One Pair of Spiked Knuckles
One Receiver Machine
One Pair of Bladed Shoes
One Trash Bag
One Spiral Bag

The pair of Drill Gauntlets were for digging, but ironically, due to his location, these wouldn't be much good as he would just end up digging through the bottom of "Paradise" and end up plummeting from the sky. The Books were of some cults or factions that were located somewhere, but he had no idea where. The Dead Hamster he had no idea why he was carrying, but it seemed like a lot of people were carrying around dead things for some reason, not like it mattered or it was important in any way. The Katana is good for cutting things, the Pair of Spiked Knuckles is a good unarmed addition, and the Receiver Machine was the counterpart to Sender Machines, but it wasn't any real good without someone who had a Sender Machine. The Pair of Bladed Shoes were another addition to his unarmed stuff, and they were quite useful for when he kicked someone, as a small blade was attached to the front of the shoe, but it's not like it would get stuck in whatever he's kicking. The blade could even retract when needed. The trash bag was just a bag full of trash, which would possibly be liked by someone who was fascinated with garbage. His Spiral Bag was his carrying bag, that was capable of carrying many items, not to mention it was spiral themed. He wasn't exactly sure why he had all of this stuff in another bag other than his carrying bag not to mention having his carrying bag inside of that said bag, but regardless...

He decided to throw everything in his Spiral Bag for now, and left his house to take a stroll. It seemed as if there was a bit dark, today. Then again, the demon had said something about the darkness. His neighbors that lived here in the other houses seemed a bit weird at times, but otherwise it was a pretty good place to live on. However, today, he hadn't seen any of them standing around outside, in fact the town seemed pretty barren, but then again, with the sky like how it was... nobody probably wanted to go outside.

After a bit of a stroll, he ended up at the northern edge of Paradise, and he had still found nobody. He had figured there would still possibly be at least two or three people still outside... then again, the darkness was beginning to get really worrisome. The air just didn't feel right, but for a long while this place had been protected from unholy things, as they were unable to touch Paradise's land, which is why that demon didn't dare to actually go into Paradise, it simply floated beyond the edge, watching. This was another reason why Kenji made sure never to tell people that he had held the demonic photograph there for so long. Maybe, he should try to investigate some of the houses...
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Nobi

Deciding to ignore the trapdoor for now, he quickly looked around the floor of No-Bark's home carefully for an item he was surely in possession of. Unfortunately, Nobi only found one container of wonderglue, but that would have to do for now.

Nobi decided despite the fact that his companion was missing, he would go and finally read the documents on TGG's laptop. There were four folders as previously mentioned, one was "Jadusable's Secret Notes", "TGG's Journal", "Ben's Downfall", and then "Hints." However, he was intent on reading them all, as they were all possibly going to be of some help, or maybe just explain the fucked up tale of Ben more, along with TGG and Jadusable's roles as puppets. Then again, that made him think, and he realized Ben might still be searching for a puppet among them... but that day hadn't came yet.

FOLDERS


Nobi decided while Ben was indeed his most powerful inside the internet, he would have to share all of these files with them. He quickly found a file sharing site, one that was called niggaupload.com. It would have to do, Nobi supposed. After uploading them, he posted the links in a separate topic in a section Ray and Enigma could actually see without having to resort to alts. He named the topic, "Ben Smells Bad."

He also quickly posted in Ray Smells, briefly thanking Berfer for the tip, and informed him that he and possibly Ray were going to come over there to the ocean and help him... if they could find somehow to actually make it to the bottom without drowning... no need to become another Ben, now of all times.

It was strange to think that he was possibly about to leave New Joisey, after living in the post apocalyptic remains of it for so long. Now that he thought about it, apparently at the very beginning of the chain of chaotic events that had destroyed the city, people had went mad and wouldn't stop claiming that they heard a child's voice in their heads, that sounded simply wrong. Then various other things went wrong right around that incident, and the city's been nothing but a war zone ever since, with very little residents left. Now that he thought about it, he was kind of happy that he was going to finally leave this messed up place, but he couldn't help but continue to think about where the hell No-Bark had ended up... the blood was definitely not a good sign. Suddenly, Scratchy let out a roar up at the skies above... Nobi turned his head and looked only to see that the darkness was beginning to get worse...

Update!
The darkness in Nobi's area, and pretty much everywhere, seems to be getting worse.
Nobi has posted the folders of TGG on NW... who knows if Ben did something to them...




Tsukiko

She decided she would accept, and recited the Oath of Hatred. Now she was a member of the Hated, not that she actually knew where the cult was located. Actually... where the hell were all of these cults? Anyways, she then decided she would try her hand at making something new, and pulled out her portable workbench. She gathered up all of her materials and also grabbed her magnet.

For a minute or so, she looked down at the Electrical Components, Dented Metal Board, Severed Cable, Scrap Metal, and the Magnet, wondering what she could possibly be hoping to make with this. But then, she had an idea. First, she bent the Dented Metal Board into a casing of a soon to be gun of some sort, then she combined the Scrap Metal to make the rest, along with a handle for it. Placing the electrical components inside the metal shell, she attached the cable from the electrical components to the magnet which she attached to the front of the gun. She was even capable of making it have a trigger, and it look more like a gun.

She had created the Magnet Gun, and if it had been patented by that scammer, Hobojesus, he would have probably gave it a much more moronic name, like the Magnetizonator, which just sounds stupid. The Magnet Gun was in the form of an actual weapon, and instead of just being able to attract metal to the magnet, she was capable of deciding whether she wanted to repel it or attract it. Not to mention with the electrical parts, the magnet's effects were boosted anyways. This item was now patented by Tsukiko, and if only she had a means of communication she could share the instructions to make one with people, but she didn't, not like they had the scrap like her anyhow. It was one of the few pluses to machines trying to kill her every night and day when she stepped outside of her room.

The Junk Heap used to be a military base, and within the military base those that had created the machines to protect and help humanity were suddenly slaughtered as a virus ran through the robots' systems, and the virus was called YSDT-66. Now, the machines simply continue to monitor the halls as if nothing happened, continuously set to repeat the same old actions over and over again until either the end of time, their deactivation, or them being reprogrammed...

Update!
Tsukiko has made a new creation and patented it, The Magnet Gun!
Tsukiko is now a member of the Hated.




TFE

"Hey, want to go see if we can find something about your ancestor?" asked Tiffy, who had recently returned from getting a Creeper implant, but he decided he wouldn't inform Ambipom of this, considering he hated everything that was a Creeper. Then he had realized, didn't Ambipom see him suddenly disappear with one of the corpses? How did entering Chet Rippo's shop even work? Was it just for like a split second, or what? Anyways, enough of those questions that we'll probably never find out.

"As long as we get to kill a few of those asshole Creepers while doing so," said Ambipom, who was up for what Enigma was suggesting. So Enigma began to dig even further down while taking extreme care due to magma showing its face in his tunnels. He then reached another chamber that had already been formed, but it had seemed as if it was manmade... then again, there was a fucking campsite in the god damned chamber. Of course, it was pretty much abandoned, but then again, who even fucking decides to go camping, with tents and everything, in a god damned volcano? Who even does that, seriously. On another note, Enigma found a second Book of Soberness lying near one of the tents, it had been covered with dirt, but it was still good.

Volcano Meatloaf had been actually quite dormant, for a rather long time, but about fifty years ago, something had happened and triggered a rather bad eruption. Meatloaf erupted, and communities that had settled around the region were soon completely erased, whether it was the lava, or the volcanic ash that rained down upon them. Several, if not many families were lost in the catastrophe. Now, the region around the Volcano is scarcely populated, but there is still at least one community near it.

Update!
Enigma is now traveling with Ambipom, has found an abandoned campsite, and found a second Book of Soberness that HE now has.




Ray

Well, city full of Deathclaws, darkness everywhere, no hope in god damned sight... only one thing a person could do in this situation.

Give up hope and masturbate furiously in a dumpst--okay, no, fuck that. I'm taking a break from murdering these Deathclaws to do the narration for this one.

What have those Deathclaws ever done that was so better than Ray at? Murder and cut through people like a god damned chainsaw through a thin piece of construction paper? Fuck that, fuck these Deathclaws, they haven't wrote any MLP fanfiction, what the fuck have they accomplished in their god damned lives, fuck them, fuck them, fuck them, fuck them! Ray's shotgun didn't fire shotgun bursts, it fired fucking lethal friendship, and he was going to be a friend all up in their faces, so much that his friendship causes their heads to explode. He couldn't actually hear me saying any of this, but that was totally what was running through his head right at that moment, as he suddenly slammed the dumpster's lid open and flew out like a god damned friendly shotgun wielding maniac.

Coincidentally, a Deathclaw had been lingering right outside of his dumpster, so he quickly went to act before the Deathclaw could rip him to shreds. He released the unholy STANK of the Fanning, as he struck the Deathclaw in his god damned knees with the Beating Stick two times. As it turns out, the Deathclaw had been one of its blind brothers, meaning he actually couldn't see a god damned thing but he could smell the STANK and feel the pain that was being caused to his knees. The Blind Deathclaw stumbled around for a second, while Ray got his motherfucking shotgun out. Boom, boom, boom! Three fucking shotgun bursts of manly friendliness right to the god damned chest. That Blind Deathclaw fell to the ground dead as shit. Okay, that's it for me, going back to murder more Deathclaws.

...In conclusion, Ray had just brutally overkilled a poor Blind Deathclaw. That stinky horrible monster, how dare he. He was just minding his business and then here comes this motherfucking guy who thinks he's like a friendlier version of Rambo or some shit and he just murdered the poor thing.

What a dick. He quickly realized he actually had no sharp tool to try and make a Deathclaw outfit of the carcass...

OR DID HE?

Who even knows, he hasn't checked his bag of supplies, which also had an assortment of ten starting items that he had collected from wherever. Just to be safe though, he ducked back into his dumpster while he thought about doing next.

Update!
Ray has killed a Blind Deathclaw.
Ray has gained 3 EXP and 2 BP.




Hippo

"Holy fucking shit, it's so god damned cold, I WANT MY MOTHERFUCKING BEAR OUTFIT GOD DAMN IT," screamed Hippo as he walked through the frozen Antardic, still completely lost. He wanted to get to higher ground so he could possibly try to find where that Abandoned Village was, but the snowstorm was getting too bad, and was screwing up his sight. He swore that the darkness had something to do with it, but he had little choice but keep going. He ended up stumbling upon another Polar Bear, but this one was big, momma bear big, and she was pissed the fuck off as she knew that Hippo was the Bear Murderer.

"You're seriously going to try and attack a god damned Mother Polar Bear, while you're weaponless, and pretty much almost frozen?"

"That's the plan, retarded voice in my head triggered by whiskey," said Hippo, as he got into a fighting stance. Suddenly, three small ducks, dressed in Green, Red, and Blue came out from the darkness behind the Mother Polar Bear. They looked liki mini versions of Dolan, except they had red eyes, each one of them. Then suddenly, all three of them pulled out melee weapons, one had a club, another had a knife, and the third had an axe. All three of them suddenly ganged up on the Polar Bear, and brutally murdered her, and after she was dead, they ripped the fur and flesh from her very bones, and left it all stranded out in the snow. Then they spit on her remains.

Hippo was scared shitless, nay, this was the most scared he had ever been in his entire life.

An hour ago...

Dolan simply sat in Hippo's house of polar bear bones, sipping some of Hippo's Ice Whiskey. Suddenly, three smaller ducks walked up to him.

“uncel dolan we wan to pley outsid” the “nefuse” of Dolan said.

“who the fak r u” answered Dolan, who actually did not know who these damned kids were.

“wer ur nefuse uncel dolan”

Dolan simply gave them a blank stare, as if he did not believe their accusation.

“im huey” said the red nephew.

“im doey” said the blue nephew.

“nd im looy” said the green nephew.

As if he knew that these damned things were going to be annoying, he took another sip of Ice Whiskey.

“wut da fak kin of nam is huey” said Dolan as soon as he had finished his drink.

“uncel dolan we jus wan to go ouside pls” said the blue nephew.

“loey pls” said Uncle Dolan.

“im doey” said the blue nephew, correcting Uncle Dolan.

“ten whos dat red wun” asked Uncle Dolan.

“im huey” said dat red wun.

“kwit fakn wit me joey” said Uncle Dolan.

“uncel dolan i jus tol u i was huey” said the red nephew.

“wers bart” asked Uncle Dolan.

“ter is no bart uncel dolan” said the green nephew.

“woa wo woh who teh fak r u” asked Uncle Dolan, suddenly startled by the green nephew's presence, even though he had been there the entire time.

“im loey” said the green nephew.

“i thot he wuz loey” said Uncle Dolan, pointing at the red nephew.

“im huey” repeated the red nephew.

“shutu teh fukup sheldon” said Uncle Dolan.

“ters no sheldon uncel dolan” said the blue nephew.

“dnt fuk wit me i no ters atlis wun sheldon” said Uncle Dolan.

“our grunpes nem is sheldon” said the green nephew.

“nobody givs a fak bobby” said Uncle Dolan.

“uncel dolan cn we jus go ouside nao” asked the blue nephew.

“k” said Uncle Dolan, permitting the three Ducks to go outside.

In the present...

“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!” screamed Hippo as he was about to desperately flee from the area, but then he saw that the three demonic duck abominations had left, even abandoning the Polar Bear carcass. Quickly, Hippo collected the fur from it to at least keep warm for now. The shock of seeing those abominations tear a Polar Bear apart had shook Hippo from his drunken state, which had in turn gave him a new ability.




Kenji

Kenji quickly put on his Spiked Knuckles and his Bladed Shoes, and retracted the blades of the shoes for now. Very quickly Kenji began to investigate Paradise, as he would have to find a way off of it before any of the more holy citizens found out that kind of had demonic power now, which would fling the door open for so many other questions, and that would lead to him revealing eventually that he had not only released a demon, but he had kept it within the town for so long.

"Help us! Please, anybody! There's a murderer among us, and he will not rest until this entire place is full of the dead!"

The yell had came from one of the house he had just walked by. It seemed as if this place was being hounded by some mystery murderer... but Kenji still wanted to get off of Paradise. Maybe, if he'd explore the area, or perhaps try to help the locals in finding this murderer, he would eventually get the means to travel from Paradise.




Ford

Deciding to follow the Skull Kid, Ford had a bit of a hard time of following the Skull Kid through the jungle, as the Skull Kid was moving a bit fast while he had to navigate through the jungle's thick vegetation. While he was running after the Skull Kid he swore he saw shadows of beings watching him from the depths of the Jungle. He reached what the Skull Kid was leading him to. There was a temple here, in the Jungle. But it seemed as if the entrance was shut tightly, meaning he wouldn't be able to enter the temple just yet... or any time soon.

"They... they brought my... friends here. I haven't... seen them for... for so long..."

The Skull Kid disappeared right when he said it, and left Ford simply standing there in front of the temple. While he wouldn't be able to enter the temple for a while, perhaps there was something around this location, or something else.




Berfer

After gathering everything and putting it back in his bag, he also took the left arm and skull of the deceased junkie from the cave and put it in his bag.

"Alright, let's go, you're taking me down there." said Berfer.

"Ha! Like fuck I am. Remember what I said? I was going to take you to where the suit was, THEN you were gonna go down by yourself. There's fucking Darkies everywhere down there, and I don't got your tools that are related to light, meaning I can only slap them away at best."

"I don't give a fuck, I'm not going down there alone, so if you want to have a drug partner, you better quit being a bitch." said Berfer, who was rapidly getting tired of the bitch attitude that Glubbermouth had.

"Fucking god... fine, sure, why not. You go down there, find me some weed, and I'll possibly help you out, and maybe slip you some of these awful shrooms."

Very suddenly, the irritated Kraken grabbed Berfer and began to swim down into the water. Berfer made sure the lights of his suit was on, as it got dark pretty quickly. Suddenly, he heard Glubbermouth scream in pain, and when he went to look up towards him, he saw Mr. Scratch standing on top of him, driving a blade into his head. Granted, Glubbermouth was immortal because of being a shopkeep, but it still hurt like hell anyways as Mr. Scratch knew his way around sharp items. Whether it was to get him away from Mr. Scratch, or if it was just because Glubbermouth was in pain, Glubbermouth flung Berfer down towards the bottom. He tried to look back towards where Glubbermouth and Mr. Scratch had been, but suddenly darkness obscured the view.

Berfer would just simply continue sinking down, down to the bottom of the Cauldron.




Taken

Darkness flowed through the world, and very quickly it began to corrupt the land. Other than the jungle that was being affected by the darkness in some way, most plant life was dying off due to no exposure to light. Mechanical and other inanimate objects began to be taken by the darkness, and attacked the owners of the objects. Darkness especially began to swirl around the sky above the city of New Joisey... something was brewing. Then, some of the Deathclaws ended up stumbling into the darkness, and now they were Taken as well. Even though the two were significantly different, normal Deathclaws and Taken Deathclaws fought together, wanting to mutilate anything that wasn't them. People began to change and become corrupted, even if they didn't become Taken. Other creatures began to become Taken as well, but even then, the Cauldron was still the source of all the darkness.

Berfer began to pick himself up, after realizing that he had reached the bottom of the Cauldron, and as was suspected, there was no sign of some sunken drug city. It was just pure darkness all around, but then he realized his light had went off for some reason. When he did click the light of the suit on, some of the darkness was illuminated, and then he quickly found that Taken had surrounded him.

"It's a GOOD DAY TO TAKE A WALK IN THE DAAAAAAAAARK." screamed the Darkness, who laughed within the Taken horde at Berfer's realization that he was completely surrounded.

UPDATE!
Berfer and Glubbermouth has been separated due to Mr. Scratch
Berfer is at the bottom of the Cauldron, and surrounded by Taken lead by the Darkness.




The Happy Mask Salesman

Ben was still within the colorless house, and he was busy with something. The Happy Mask Salesman looked down at the piano, and decided he was tired of just playing his song to irritate him. It had seemed as if Ben had gotten used to hearing the Song, so he then decided he would do something. Ben did not know that he was capable of it, but the Happy Mask Salesman still had a bit of power under his sleeves. He couldn't fully step forth into the fake world, but he was capable of sending a rather powerful clone of himself there... there was more to why Ben was actually locked in this world that even Ben himself did not know, but the Happy Mask Salesman was not going to say it, no matter what happened.

UPDATE!
There is now a puppet Happy Mask Salesman somewhere, the purpose of it is unknown.
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After escaping from the Taken and the Darkness by using the light provided by his suit to stun the Taken, he escaped to somewhere else within the Cauldron. Right before he had fully escaped he ate two of his shrooms, which had sent him onto a crazy ass out of body experience, in which he flipped his shit, but after flipping his shit he somehow ended up in Ben's colorless realm, and before Ben subsequently appeared to deal with him, he was able to grab another Winter Shard from Ben's strange fountain, that had two serpents coming out of it like the Darkness' serpents, one with red eyes, and the other with yellow eyes. After Ben had killed him in the experience, he returned to reality, standing within the dark waters of the Cauldron.

He wasn't in the the waters of the Cauldron anymore, he had made it even further into the Cauldron. He was now in the Dark Place, which was very deep in the Cauldron. Actually, at that point he realized without Glubbermouth, he was kind of screwed when it came to actually getting back out of this place. But even then, it wasn't going to be that easy to leave anyways with all of the dark forces in this place. He remembered in Alan Wake, when he had awaken in the Dark Place, he was capable of breathing and everything, even though it was at the bottom of a lake. Meaning, he would be able to use his items, breathe, eat, drink, all of that good stuff, as long as he was in the Dark Place. But once you make it inside of the Dark Place, it's not that easy to get back.

Looking around, he quickly realized he had no fucking idea what he was supposed to do here. After all, there was nothing but darkness around him. But while it was filled with nothing but darkness, there was much more to the Dark Place than that. He decided to pull out his mouse, and see if that little bastard had anything smart to say that could help his situation, but the mouse seemed to be staring at something behind Berfer, so Berfer turned around to see what had piqued the rodent's attention, and it was then he saw the Head of the Jester floating in the air. It had escaped the bag while he had been fetching the mouse. At first, he thought it was just the shrooms, but then he realized there was something more to it when the Head talked. Or perhaps these were truly some good ass shrooms, as after all, he had seen a gigantic purple crab as he journeyed across an ocean of rainbows.

“Hey... hey what the fuck, this is wrong. Why can't I feel my legs? Or more importantly, the rest of my fucking body?!”

“I don't know if you've seen yourself in the mirror lately, but you're kind of a decapitated head. I just found you one day and something told me to throw you in my bag. See, I kind of have this problem about picking up random things when I'm on me shrooms... though, at least this time I picked up something a bit more useful if I ever fucking find the other pieces... god damned jigsaw items and shit, I mean who even splits items of great power into pieces? Kind of annoying.”

“I'm a decapitated head... what? Quit fucking babbling to yourself and tell me... oh god damn it, it's coming back to me now. I had found a magical clock, so I went back in time to try and form a better army than my demonic companion did, but to get another army I had to use a loophole so I decided to get an army of colored monsters, painted my demonic overlord friend, and then shot his home into space and painted it with rainbow colors. Then he got pissed at me, waited until I was asleep, and fucking decapitated me, that motherfucker!”

“Hah, you let yourself get decapitated in your sleep? What are you, some kind of bitch?”

“Well, me and my demonic friend have a game we play. It involves making the other their bitch, once he was a leader of an army and he made a crackhead's ghost possess me to control me, and I was literally nothing but a bitch. But then I went on a quest, became a hero again, and then kicked his ass and made it known to him I wasn't a bitch anymore. Then I ended up still fighting for him, we got to this final battle of sorts, got our asses kicked, and then I found a magical clock, and went back to make him my bitch once and for all, and have him be my servant while I ruled the army. Now, I'm waking up in the fucking home of all this darkness as a talking decayed head.”

“So... your name?”

“Bitch, what does it look like? I'm the Jester. THE Jester. The Green Jester. The motherfucking god jester. I am king of all things that are jester. I'm like the most jester motherfucker I know. Hell, I even ended up as the leader of my group of Jesters, after killing all of them in an alternate universe before. Guess I kind of went on a vacation with the whole Color Crusaders thing, but I guess that was designed to be a flop. Anytime you use a loophole to do anything, you're going to end up on your ass. Remember that, you'll need it later, asshole.”

“If you're so great at what you do, then how did you end up being killed in your sleep? Or, Jesters are just shitty fighters, which I assume is correct about you. Now if you'd excuse me, I have to talk with my omnipotent talking mouse to figure out what to do next.”

“Bitch, as long as you promise one thing, I'll help you out. While I'm a dead floating head, I do still have some sort of power. You promise me we'll find my motherfucking friend so I can kick his ass, or I'll kick your ass! Not that I have feet, mind you, but my skull is pretty thick, ya know. I'll headbutt you right in your god damned mouth, I don't care if you're wearing a rip off suit of a Big Daddy, I'll kick your ass. Again, not that I have feet to do such a literal action.”

“Hey mouse, should I trust this thing?” asked Berfer, looking down at his mouse guide.

“Oh, now you're fucking asking for my advice, Mr. live in the middle of the ocean, and oh how about, hey let's go on a ride with a drug dealing kraken who suspiciously looks a lot like Cthulhu's head to the bottom of the ocean that you KNOW is the source of all of this darkness that is in fact alive, and taking over people's bodies to control them as hosts. NOW, of all times, you are taking my advice.” said the annoying god mouse.

“I've been taking your advice! You just haven't been helpful!” said Berfer.

“HAVEN'T BEEN HELPFUL, he says. Bitch, I told you there was something more in that cave and what did you find? Oh, that's right, you found shrooms, because of me. Asshole.” said the mouse, who had taken offense at Berfer's response to his helpfulness.

“Anybody wasn't blind was able to see the skeleton with the shrooms, it was right in... the darkness. And I looked around with the flashlight because I remembered you saying there was... okay, you helped me once. Now, with your god damned omnipotence, tell me if this thing can actually benefit me, or at least if it isn't an illusion made by the darkness.”

“Hm... well, yeah no, he isn't some powerful illusion by the darkness at all. In fact, he's just a floating piece of shit ghost inhabiting his decapitated head who has simply been awakened by all of this running you've been doing, or maybe it was just time for him to wake up, or maybe it was the lake or ocean or whatever the Cauldron is now. Can you trust him? Yeah, sure, will he save your life? Who fucking knows with this one, but there's no benefit to him just being a dead head, that's for sure. All he does is fucking talk and whine about being dead.” said the mouse, picking a fight with the Green Jester's head.

“Oh?! We got a fucking cocky ass mouse over here, asking to get his ass headbutted! Talking dead things are way cooler than talking rodents for your fucking information, bitch!”

“I'm not a fucking talking rodent, I'm a fucking talking immortal omnipotent mouse, dickhead!”

While they were bickering among each other, Berfer decided he wanted to check if his other dead thing that he was carrying around had sprung to life, but unfortunately, Charlie was still a pretty dead turtle. It was unfortunate, but maybe he would spring to life as the Green Jester's head had, later.

“Both of you two, stop fucking arguing and be god damned good guides! What the hell am I supposed to do? I mean, while Alan Wake was pretty much just diving into this Dark Place, he at least had a plan.” said Berfer, who was getting annoyed by his two moronic guides.

“Look, you promise me you'll find Skorne for me, and I'll agree to guide you through this dark shit. Because while this motherfucking omnipotent mouse you've been carrying around has went on and on about being omnipotent and a god or whatever shit he was spewing before, he doesn't know shit about all this darkness. However, I, on the other hand, have been possessed, I've been a hero and went through each and every fucked up realm you can name, I've fought demonic overlord after demonic overlord, I've been forced to listen to a certain demonic overlord's ranting for I don't even know how long, and I'm kind of undead, so... you promise me, that you'll find Skorne, and I'll guide you where you need to go.” said the head of Green Jester.

“Pft, can you grant wishes, bitch? I'm the most helpful guide there is! Except, I can only grant wishes when I'm either about to disappear or when I'm told to by the... well, the hivemind. But I ain't saying much about that right now.” said the mouse, who had accepted his faults.

“Well, that's just it, whatever your name is. What the fuck AM I supposed to be looking for?” asked Berfer.

“Are you serious? It's not obvious? The heart of darkness, idiot! The center of all of this darkness has whatever you gotta find. The bitch is getting there. I'm pretty sure this Dim Lighted Location or whatever it's called was a lot smaller before, now it's like a whole other realm and shit, it changes from time to time, shows you shit, and is of course full of a bunch of baddies that want to spread the room with your blood. Short story, this place is not a pleasant one, I would imagine. Anyways, agree that you will help me find Skorne, and I'll help you through this, and maybe, after my reunion with my friend, maybe I'll kick some power your way, eh?” said the Green Jester's head.

Would he agree or no? Not that he has any choice in the matter, that is. However, he looked down at his feet and noticed something that had appeared out of nowhere. There was a Book of Addicted, with four flashlight batteries placed on the cover, and his flashlight while it had batteries already, needed two, so he at least had enough batteries to get through a bit of Taken.

UPDATE!
Berfer is now in the Dark Place deep within Cauldron Lake/Ocean
Berfer has taken two shrooms, the effects will last for 2 updates that have him in it
Berfer has regained a shroom ability
Berfer has gained a Book of Addicted and 4 more flashlight batteries.
The Head of a Jester has been awakened, and it turned out to be the Green Jester's head, which was totally not obvious in the slightest!




Vidguy

So after a bit of fighting, Vidguy has determined he still hates Chet Rippo, or at least finds him more than a bit annoying. He was just chilling without a damned care in the world, and then there's Chet Rippo all of a sudden, talking about a damned vacation. Obviously, Vidguy told him to shut up and go away, but Chet remained until Vidguy just said yes to get him to shut up.

Figures Chet would send him to this garbage continent that for some reason was covered in darkness. To make matters worse, his vacation was in "The Antardic", a poorly named version of the Antarctic. It also figures that with the darkness there would be an army of dark soldiers waiting for him. However, he had already dispatched of them after cursing Chet Rippo, wherever he had gone off to. Unfortunately, they disappeared without a trace, and left nothing behind, so he didn't get any sort of reward for fighting off an entire dark army.

At least he didn't have to check his bag or conveniently placed container to remember what he had with him like those other plebians. Who seriously puts stuff in their bags and has to check what they had a few days later? They must have ridiculously short memories.

In Popple's Sack, there lies:

One Celestial Brush
One Holy Hand Grenade
One Angel Statue
One Chunk of Ray's Brain
One Jar Full of Nobi's Will
One Bottle Full of Hippo's Liquid Luck
One Book of Jesters
One Brain in a Jar
One Mysterious Stranger Amulet
One Sledgehammer

Vid was once a mighty shopkeep, but you retired from that a while ago, but he didn't sell of all of his wares. Unfortunately, some jackass managed to steal his beloved RYNO while his back was turned. Perhaps he will bump into him eventually, but he shouldn't get his hopes up. In fact, he doubted that he'd find anybody in this god damned cold piece of shit area. But unlike the fools, Vid was completely fine in the cold, but maybe it was because of the afro. Then again everyone who has an afro is destined to be god damned awesome. Have you ever seen a homeless loser standing with a cardboard sign with an afro? Even if you have, the Afro Hobo would no doubt be the best hobo of all time.

The Celestial Brush, well, it had numerous uses, but unfortunately, only one technique was able to be used for a period of time, meaning at any time the Celestial Brush could switch what technique Vidguy could use. But for right now, it was able to use the Cherry Bomb technique. The Holy Hand Grenade he got from some religious military guy who in Vid's opinion was a little more than crazy. The Angel Statue, was a horrible statue that even he in truth hated, as Weeping Angels suck, truly. However, he was capable of putting some sort of spell on it to actually restrain it. However, one day shit might hit the fan and he may need a truly great distraction to get the hell away from a mighty enemy that even he may have trouble against, of course, then the Weeping Angel would be free, and it would no doubt not like Vidguy for restraining it, meaning he'd have to get out ASAP. The chunk of Ray's brain, well, one day when Ray was being a bit annoying, he may have taken a chunk of brain from him as a punishment. Then again, that really didn't help anything, and now he's just carrying around a chunk of Ray's brain. The jar full of Nobi's will, some guy who had a grudge against Nobi just suddenly sold it to him in the store, but he never got around to selling it to Nobi. Ever since the will ended up in the shop, Nobi seemed a bit more lazy than he had been. Hippo, while he wasn't that bright, it seemed as if he regularly survived things that he shouldn't have, and it was definitely not because of a good endurance. Vidguy discovered that Hippo had been drinking some golden potion that affected his luck in a positive way. Unfortunately for him, it appeared that it would only work on Hippo. The Book of Jesters was just another cult book that was filled of nonsense, yet, the Jesters at least had a good cause, even though Vidguy didn't know if the Jesters actually meant the thing about fighting evil, as in the version of the community's game that had the most famous Jester, he was more than pathetic, literally, as he started out in the game as a demonic overlord's bitch. The brain in a jar he was paid to take from some weird customer, and he just never got around to throwing it away somewhere. The Mysterious Stranger amulet was actually an item from the store, which gave the wearer of the amulet a chance to summon forth the Mysterious Stranger right from the world of Fallout to brutally finish off their enemies with his magnum, and then disappear with the XP. Now that Vid thought about it, the Mysterious Stranger was just a glorified kill stealer unless if the owner was in a moment of crisis and about to die. The sledgehammer was a sledgehammer, nothing really to explain with that one.

But anyways, while he didn't have to worry about the cold, he didn't feel like fighting another army of those Taken assholes. He knew he would have to get moving, and maybe he'd find someone out here in this arctic wasteland. So he quickly stuffed his laptop in his sack, but kept his mighty lantern out, as those assholes hated the light.

What would Vid do?

UPDATE!
Vidguy has appeared in the Antardic.




Dolan the Great

Dolan was just chilling all up in Hippo's house sipping ice whiskey when he suddenly heard something stir from within the home. He quickly investigated and hoped that it was not his god damned annoying ass nephews, Brandon, Jimmy, and Ryan. However, it turned out to be Spoder-Man.

"wat teh fak, i kild u" said Dolan, surprised by seeing Spoder-Man again.

"Bin brught mee bak. u kild me u hurible frend dolan. u suk. and u gon die." said Spoder-Man, suddenly while two horns appeared on his head, but the second unfortunately went in the wrong way. "demmit! stupd fuckn hors!" yelled Spoder-Man.

"stuped fucken whors or stupid fakn horsen?" asked Dolan.

"stupd fukn horns! dont fakn mak fon of my spek abiltes. not evwun can b so carsimatk as u." said Spoder-Man.

"Spoder-Man u stupd fuckn antegoniser, u nt suposed to fukn complemen teh herwo." Dolan mocked the plebian Spoder-Man.

"et wus serdcasm u stpid fufucken merwon. plas, i ashually am not her. u just hav shety imegeniton. specily when drunk. fak u dolen goin back to horibl hel. u suk and r a terible friend. i hop u die so can rap u in hel for revvange." said Spoder-Man.




Hippo

Suddenly the roof of the bone house was broken in by Hippo throwing himself against it after climbing up to it. Dolan quickly turned around only to be blasted with something. Suddenly Dolan was in a magical world that no other person had seen. Beautiful colors danced before his eyes and it was like looking into the face of God himself. He was entirely absorbed by the miracles, at least, that was until Hippo suddenly grabbed and removed Dolan's hat. The second he did Dolan's eyes turned black and blood of his enemies poured from his mouth. Hippo unfortunately had triggered Dolan's rape mode, and he was about to brutally murder Hippo and possibly actually rape his corpse after he was done making it into one, as after all, it was Dolan. Very quickly before Dolan had time to act, Hippo placed the hat back on his head to calm him. Dolan tried to strike Hippo's shit, but Hippo was actually capable of dodging Dolan this time. He grabbed the first thing behind him and found that he had grabbed an empty bottle of Ice Whiskey, which quickly enraged him as he realized that Dolan had drank some of his alcohol. Bashing Dolan's face in with the empty glass bottle, he stumbled away from the now bleeding Dolan who was saying things that would cause a nun to fall dead in a second.

As Dolan tried to get back up, Hippo said fuck no to that, and used his new Ice Whiskey ability to freeze that asshole. As ice covered Dolan, he swore that he would rip out Hippo's stomach and dance in his blood in the moonlight.

...Now that he thought about it, he half regretted bringing Dolan to NW anyways, as no matter how hilarious he was, he was just a plain old asshole. But something told him that he wouldn't be able to fully kill Dolan, at least not right now. He would just have to settle for dragging him somewhere and abandoning him there, just like how Dolan had done to Hippo. But first, he checked if all of his items were still there.

One Flare Gun with five flares
One Polar Bear's Stomach Bag
One Heart of a Tiger
One Book of the Forsaken
One Trash Can
One Bowser Mask
One Derpyotto's Beak
One Ebony and Ivory
One Dead Bird Named Tom
One Makeshift Cheap Pimpstick
Polar Bear Bone Crates (week's worth of Polar Bear flesh and water)
Two Bottles of Ice Whiskey
Two Empty Bottles
One Broken Empty Bottle
Bone Club
Bear Outfit
Bear Outfit #2
Laptop

He had drank one bottle of Ice Whiskey before he got his ass kicked, and apparently Dolan had drank two. Hippo had used one of the empty bottles in the fight against Dolan, but it was worth wasting the bottle as long as it caused Dolan pain, that asshole. His Bone Club and his first and admittably better Bear Outfit was still fine... he thought about what would happen if he decided to combine the outfits into one. An extremely warm bear outfit? Perhaps, and maybe later he would reinforce it into an armor of sorts. Someone runs at you trying to fight while wearing bear armor? You're going to run, most likely. His bone crates were still full of as much food and water as before. Now, onto the items he wasn't able to check before he was struck by Dolan.

The Flare Gun was perfect for dark areas, or if he ran into those nasty enemies that were affiliated with the darkness that was covering his Antardic. The Polar Bear Stomach Bag was a new fashionable trend that he was going to start, and it was going to be like wildfire. Who would want to throw their items in any other normal bag? If people see you throwing your possessions in a bag made out of a Polar Bear's stomach, they're going to be scared shitless. The heart of a tiger was said to contain intense power, and to receive the power, you would have to consume it. The Book of Forsaken was a book written by one of those weird cults, but there was so many that he actually didn't even know what the Forsaken were. Trash Cans were valued greatly be certain people, and if he were to meet one, he would no doubt be able to trade it in some sort of abandoned house or something. The Bowser mask was a mask that had been owned by the Happy Mask Salesman, himself, and it shared the ability of Bowser's fire breath. Derpyotto's Beak was a spear he had fashioned from his days of Polar Bear slaughter, and it was pretty good at killing things. Ebony and Ivory were a pair of pretty awesome pistols that Hippo usually wielded at the same time, he had thirty bullets for the guns. The dead bird named Tom was missing its beak for whatever reason. The makeshift cheap pimpstick was actually a bent hangar that he had made into a weapon... it wasn't strong at all, mind you, but it was quick. Oh, and he also of course still had his laptop.

Very quickly, he grabbed his laptop and turned it on and quickly went to NW. He found that a new topic had been posted called Ben Smells, but before reading the previous posts he went to post his own post, yelling at the others and informing them of what had happened.

"You guys suck, you know that? Here I am, freezing my ass off while getting my ass kicked by a murderer duck. Yes, that's right, fucking Dolan is working for Ben. But oh, don't worry about Hippo like always, it's fine, no really. But to let you guys know, I'm fine and alive after getting back to my house and kicking Dolan's ass. You guys are so lucky, you get real antagonists, who are probably hiding in the shadows scheming and shit, meanwhile I have to deal with a constant asshole. Dicks. ~Hippo"

There was a response almost immediately.

"Oh hey, my laptop works down here after all. Anyways, hey fuck you man. I'm down here at the bottom of the god damned ocean--wait, how am I even able to get on the internet? I'm at the bottom of an ocean! This fucking new internet provider is god damned amazing. I thought the whole able to get you on the internet even if you're at the bottom of an ocean or inside a volcano was a joke, but I guess not. Anyways, fuck you Hippo, I'm at the bottom of an ocean, after having escaped an army of dark soldiers led by an entity made of pure darkness, that's old enough to recall the creation of the god damned universe, and who was actually pissed at it, due to his dark void being ruined with all of this matter. So yeah, maybe I don't care that much about you having to deal with a twisted version of a cartoon duck, bastard. Oh, and also, I can't even fucking type with two hands, as I have a god damned drill attached to one of my arms with this suit on. In fact, typing this post to reply to your bitching was actually a true inconvenience for me, but fuck you man. ~Berfer"

Then there was another post.

"i'm in a city full of deathclaws, but you have fun in your winter wonderland with your best buddy dolan, prick. ~Nobi"

God damn, it figures when Hippo complains about his situation the others just have to get all up on his shit about their situations being worse than his. They didn't know how much of an asshole Dolan actually was. Sure, being in the bottom of an ocean or lake that's a source of darkness is bad, and sure maybe a few deathclaws would be bad, but Dolan is the worst asshole in this world of assholes that there is. Before he got off of the laptop, he downloaded some documents that Nobi had retrieved off of his own laptop. It seemed important, so he figured why not. Anyways, he knew that he should definitely get Dolan the hell out of his home once and for all, so he threw all of his items including his laptop into his bag. He chose to put the first Bear Outfit on for now. He began to drag the frozen Dolan out of his house and somewhere so he could dump him and leave him. But after a while of dragging, he noticed a figure in the distance simply standing among the snow, as if he didn't care about the cold.

The figure had an afro.

Update!
Dolan has been attacked and frozen by Hippo.
Hippo has gained 2 EXP from the fight.
Hippo used 1 MP with Miracles, but he used no MP from his ice whiskey ability as his ability hadn't been put up by Ben. Fair's only fair, after all.
Hippo has spotted someone with an afro in the distance while carrying frozen Dolan away.




Enigma

Things had went bad quickly on Enigma's side. While he was inspecting the underground camp, suddenly Creepers filled the chamber and were about to all go off in one big bang and royally screw both him and Ambipom. But then suddenly something appeared out of nowhere which had knocked Enigma out before he even got a glimpse of it. Then when he woke up, and saw that the chamber was covered in Creeper blood, but the corpses were gone, and so was Ambipom. A new tunnel had been dug, leading somewhere else, and there was a trail of blood leading into it. Enigma decided now that shit had hit the fan, his second book of Soberness may contain a bit more power, and a bit more power was possibly what he needed, so he gave it a quick read. Magically, new words revealed themselves to Enigma, as if the book had known he had read a previous edition of the Book of Soberness.

"Oh, ye faithful who strive to walk the holy path that must be walked upon, ye are offered a choice of a new purpose among the Sober. Choose wisely, for one cannot have that many classes, in fact, one can only have one, two maybe. But not two from the same group, however, there may in the future be a group that we share an alliance with, that you may also join, and have membership duality, that meaning you are a member of not one, but two groups. Even we doubt that many will finally open their eyes, so it's very doubtful that you will have a higher membership than duality. The classes that you can pick of the Soberness are the following:

Preacher: The more charismatic or those that can't stop talking choose to be a Preacher. Preachers are capable of converting enemies to their side for a while, depending on how strong they are. They can only convert a few at a time, unfortunately. Obviously, Preachers have a bit more charisma than others, so they're capable of settling situations with charisma much easier than others, but unfortunately not all situations can be resolved that way. They are also capable of motivating their allies into doing a bit more damage than usual. This is pretty much a support class, but a useful class nonetheless, as there'll be unique options in some situations for each class.

Saint: Being an asshole who cares about karma pays off indeed! After becoming a Saint, rewards for your righteous actions will begin to show, and things will begin going your way. Luck will swing in your favor, and your light based powers of the Soberness are made stronger. People will notice your good actions more and reward you more, and there'll be more items appearing for you when you defeat forces of evil. However, if you do bad actions... well, that isn't being a Saint, is it? Short story is, if you choose to be a Saint, you only do bad things to those that deserve it, and the Addicted, but if you do things against those that don't deserve it, there'll be bad things coming your way as karma is a bitch. As all classes do, there'll be unique options in some situations.

Protector: Deciding to channel your asshole powers in a more positive light, you become a Protector. After becoming a Protector, you are capable of protecting yourself and others from the forces of darkness. You gain a boost to your light powers, but not as much as Saints do. You gain a permanent defense buff against dark or evil forces, and allies with you also gain a buff while around you, thus, you are a Protector. As all classes do, there'll be unique options in some situations for each class.

This Book of Soberness is Edition #22, and the stored skill is "Begone." The ability costs 5 AP, however, when used, it places a powerful holy spell on the target that forces them to not attack the user of the spell or those around him, that being said, if the user or his friends attack the banished enemy, the spell will break, and the enemy will be freed. This spell lasts either a full update or a half of an update, it depends on how strong or important the creature is. The main purpose of this spell is to pretty much render the most powerful enemy of the bunch to be rendered useless until the spell ceases, or if the user is being chased by a truly powerful enemy and is in danger of dying, they can resort to this as a last resort. Unfortunately, this can only be used on one target at a time."

What class would Enigma pick? Who knows, other than him... he might want to try and find Ambipom or possibly retrieve his laptop and his boxes of food and water from his home, as he hadn't taken them with him in his bag, and if he was going to go further into the volcano and especially after a massacre like this, it would be a good idea to retrieve his supplies and his only means of communication.

UPDATE!
Ambipom has went missing!




Narrator Man and Story Teller

Jesus Christ, dude. Can we get the fuck out of here now? You've went batshit insane and have killed I don't even know how many Deathclaws, but shit is about to hit the fan in this city, even you know that!

"Hm... well, I've knocked down the population quite a bit, but yeah... let's go somewhere else, fuck this place." said Narrator Man, wiping the Deathclaws' blood off of his hands with a rag.

Fuck man, I don't want to be here when all that dark shit happens. Fucking tornadoes, Taken everywhere... shit's crazy.

"Will you stop fucking talking like me? At first I thought it was funny, but now it's getting irritating, I mean jesus."

Fine, but it isn't my fault I have to listen to you every day cussing each and every second.

UPDATE!
Narrator Man and Story Teller have left the city of New Joisey after clearing out quite a bit of the Deathclaw population.




Ray

Ray wanted his damned Deathclaw armor, and he wanted it right now, so he had hopped into his dumpster to check his inventory.

One Book of the Forsaken
One Golden Jigsaw Piece
One Eyepatch
One BLACK USB drive
One WHITE USB drive
One Chain and Hook
One Ancient Stone Key
One Gift of Immortality
One Sender/Receiver Machine
One Flying Guillotine

There was the random cult book of course, Ray also had a Golden Jigsaw Piece he had picked up from a while ago... it was most likely important, because who would seriously make a jigsaw piece out of solid gold, just to have a golden puzzle? There was something about the eyepatch that made him keep it, and frustratingly, for some reason he was unable to actually put it on, yet... he couldn't throw it away. The USB drives he had scavenged from somewhere, but he never got around to checking if there were files on them. The Chain and Hook, well, it was simply a chain attached to a hook, a good weapon, but it wouldn't help him in the task of getting the skin of a Deathclaw to make into a bitching suit of armor. The ancient stone key was exactly as the name said, but he didn't have any ancient stone door to use it on, you know, considering he's in the fucking city. The Gift of Immortality, well, there's a huge story about that old grey box indeed. See, the box obviously was not a Gift of Immortality, in fact it was completely opposite. It was said the curse that opening this box would give, well, short story is, it's bad. Ray decided to keep the box but obviously not open it, and see if one day he was capable of getting an enemy to actually open it. Then again, he doubted that such an idiotic enemy existed, but maybe... there is such an enemy out there. But then again, if the enemy is truly that stupid, he shouldn't even have to resort to dirty tactics like curses, but fuck all that noise. The Sender/Receiver machine was a pretty useful machine, and one would have to upgrade it to have both functions, but he was lucky and found an already upgraded one. The machine was said to be able to even be upgraded further, and have all other sorts of uses, only problem was he had no fucking clue as to how. The Flying Guillotine was a pretty unique weapon. It consisted of a rope that was attached to a basket. What's so special about a rope attached to a basket? Well, the basket has blades pointing outwards, so it's pretty much a spinning bladed death basket that you send flying through the air at those that have pissed you off, but it doesn't end there, no. If you actually manage to get the basket around someone's head, the blades go inward, meaning they go towards the person's head, meaning... well, it's called a Flying Guillotine for a reason. As cool as this weapon possibly was if it actually worked in real combat, it was not a good tool to try and use, as it would probably reduce the Deathclaw to a bloody mess.

This was in fact why he decided he was going to scavenge some stuff from buildings if he hadn't a proper cutting tool. So he quickly put all of his items including his laptop in his newly named Bag of Stank. Leaving his dumpster was actually the correct thing to do in the long run, as Taken showed their ugly heads, and some of them even had wings while holding scythes. He made it out onto the street when he saw a Deathclaw and a familiar person running down the street. He looked in the direction they had been coming from and saw a huge tornado made of pure darkness, and his mind was filled with one thought that trampled over all of the others.

"Holy shit."

Update!
Ray has left his dumpster behind only to step in the street to face a Dark Tornado. I would advise running, no doubt.
Ray has seen a tame looking Deathclaw, and a familiar person running. What could this mean? I guess we'll find out...

...Right now.




Nobi

Nobi quickly rolled up his bedroll now that shit was about to hit, nay, fly into the fan, he then slid the bedroll into his bag. He then decided it was finally time to get the hell off of this skyscraper, and it would be a good thing to do it while he was still drugged on Mentats and Psycho, which was no doubt at least partially fighting his laziness. After he grabbed his magical but cursed notebook, he began to think of what he could create that would get the Deathclaw off of the skyscraper.

"Appeasing Tasty Mole Rat Carcass."

Hm... that didn't work, just like how Bloatfly Hooker didn't. He already knew if he altered it, it would work.

"Appeasing Tasty Dead Mole Rat."

Having replaced the word carcass with the word dead, it summoned a dead Mole Rat, right at its feet. It had caught the attention of Scratchy the Deathclaw almost immediately, but due to being tamed by No-Bark, it didn't lunge at the tasty looking meal without Nobi's permission. Nobi, still watching the Deathclaw carefully as he was still in fact a Deathclaw, he tossed the Mole Rat off of the side of the building. Unfortunately, while this was effective, it had gained the attention of other Deathclaws too, and even two Taken Deathclaws, which were a truly fearsome sight. Thankfully, the spot that he had thrown the mole rat carcass towards, there were street lights on, meaning that Scratchy would be capable of harming the Taken Deathclaws. While Scratchy was a normal deathclaw, he was more of the alpha male, so he should be fine as long as the street lights are one to deal with the Taken. Before he let Scratchy go down there, he quickly wrote "Glue" in the Magical Notebook, and thankfully no extra adjectives was tacked on, and he got a bottle of glue. He quickly glued the Toy Soldier on Scratchy's head, and while Scratchy was agitated by the presence of other Deathclaws beginning to crowd down there around his meal, he let Nobi glue the Toy Soldier on his head. In fact, Scratchy actually found how brave Nobi was being with gluing something on a Deathclaw's head a bit entertaining, so he let him do it. Then Scratchy leaped off of the side of the building and landed on one of the Taken Deathclaws and began to claw it while they were in the light.

Nobi noticed a large amount of darkness was forming in the sky as the shape of a funnel... that was not a good sign at all, so he quickly made his way into the shack of No-Bark to inspect the trapdoor. He had the laptop open as a source of light, and he also had the Hidden Blade ready, in case if there was anything hostile waiting for him. But surprisingly, while the blood trail did lead on in the room, it was well lit, this of course meaning that whoever had taken No-Bark was not in fact a Taken, or, perhaps it was a very durable one, but that was doubtful. He noticed No-Bark's special bag lying at his feet, but it felt much lighter than it was before... someone must have taken something out of it. He didn't have time to check what was inside, but at the first glance he thought he saw a Book of the Dark Brotherhood. Why would No-Bark have something like that? But then, Nobi's thought was interrupted by the sound of an argument, yet he saw nothing but a roach and a mouse glaring at each other.

"No, YOU go the fuck away." yelled the mouse.

"I was here first, dickwipe!" said the roach.

"All you do is ruin shit, while I... well, I was a bit important, okay?" said the mouse.

"All I do is ruin shit? You assholes made my entire species your fucking slaves!" yelled the roach, who was still pissed at past history.

Nobi didn't have time to wonder why the hell was there a roach and a mouse arguing, as the building began to shake, so he simply scooped up both of them and threw him in his bag as he quickly made his way down the building. He was able to get down the building easily without stepping into any of the traps as after all, he had a trail to follow. But then he realized, this was way too much blood for just a kidnapping... Nobi hoped No-Bark was alright. He made it to the entrance of the building and kicked the door open as he fled out of it. He ran to the side where Scratchy had gone down, and met a nice sight of dead deathclaws while Scratchy stood over them with half of a mole rat carcass dangling from his mouth. Nobi looked back and noticed that the funnel of darkness he had seen in the sky was now beginning to form into a tornado. Then he also noticed a lot more Deathclaws, and several Winged Taken approaching from the other direction. He quickly ran down the street towards where Scratchy was, who had already spotted the incoming danger, so he had also began to run. While they were running, Nobi swore he saw a familiar stinky person looking at them as they ran, but he didn't have time to stop.

Heh, just see where the path leads... so much for that, eh? RUN, BITCH, RUN! THE TORNADO'S COMING! But yeah, see, this is why I got my ass outta that city. Oh, and this is Narrator Man again. I know it's been getting hard to tell me and my brother apart, but it's just because my brother loves imitating me for some reason. Fuck that guy.

UPDATE:
Nobi has gained No-Bark's special bag, but the only thing he knows that is inside is a Book of the Dark Brotherhood.
Nobi has picked up a mouse and a roach for whatever reason.
Nobi and Scratchy are fleeing from a tornado that is about to rampage through the city.
Nobi has spotted a "stinky fellow" nearby while running.
Nobi's drugs have worn off.
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"Guys, what are we going to do?" asked one of the Sober Warriors, stretching his tired bloodied arms while walking back and forth in the ruined but fortified church.

"We must make it back to the others... we must warn them, but after we entered this god damned zone, so many monsters, creatures, and them showed up.The only way we can escape is a head on charge through that door, or we go through the extremely dark tunnels of the church's catacombs, but due to the creatures being covered and made of darkness, I'm not sure that's such a good ide--" the Sober Leader paused as suddenly the door flung open with another Sober member being thrown into the church, who looked badly injured. "Quick! Shine the light towards the entrance! They must not make it inside the ruins of the holy church!"

All of the Sober that were capable of standing began to channel their power towards the door, making it shine as bright as the sun itself. Growls and screams were heard from past the point they were holding them off at. But the Sober member that had been thrown through the door had stood up, and he was no stumbling step by step towards the ones holding the monsters of darkness off. One of them turned around at the right moment to see the Taken Sober member about to strike at them, and shined a second light on him, which blinded him completely, and sent him to the ground.

"They used one of our own to get us off guard and to get the gate open... now there's too many of them. They want us to go into the tunnels, but it is our only option, or we will simply be slaughtered in the church. We have to move, now!" yelled the Sober Leader, and made sure his remaining soldiers knew that they were going to make a break for the tunnel entrance. At once, they all ran from the dark forces at the entrance of the church and sprinted for the tunnel entrance in the church. As they descended into the tunnel they made sure they lit and dropped a flare in front of it as they locked it from the inside of the tunnel.

"We... we have to keep moving. The center is too dangerous, and we have to reach the others so we can bring them what we found. The master needs it, and if we die here, then the Dark One wins." said the Sober Leader, almost beginning to lose hope that they were going to make it out alive. "The tunnel entrance will at least hold for a few minutes, at least, so we have to keep moving. Let's go!"

The remaining Sober members ran through the tunnels full of darkness while illuminating the darkness in front of them while one of them made sure they kept the back protected with light as well.

"I've heard that there's apparently something out there that's stronger than the Dark One, and that he and the Dark One have both crossed paths before." said one of the Sober soldiers as they traveled through the tunnels.

"Something stronger than Ben?" the response of the other Sober soldier got the Sober Leader to yell at him.

"Do not say that name! Giving him a human name implies that he has a soul, that he has a heart! He is only the Dark One, and he will never be anything more than that." said the Sober Leader, frustrated with his troops.

"Understood... but, something stronger than the Dark One? I find it unbelievable... I especially find the possibility of a being with that much power being willing to help us... it'd probably just fight the Dark One, and whoever wins, they'll end up killing us. Though... the Dark One hasn't actually showed his true physical self, he's just targeted us in dreams, and through other routes." said another Sober Soldier.

The conversation stopped suddenly as their powers of light suddenly stopped working, and they were surrounded with darkness once again.

"Our powers... why aren't they working?!" yelled the Sober Leader, who had already pulled out his weapon.

"Oh, hello children of the Soberness."

"That... that voice. You were with the Moon Children!" yelled the Sober Leader, completely alarmed due to the appearance of a Moon Child.

"Ah... so you haven't forgotten me yet, good. Your role is complete, give us what you found." said the unknown Moon Children member.

"You can't give it to them! The Moon Children are..." the Sober soldier was interrupted by the Moon Child's powers, which suddenly caused his knees to break without the Moon Child even having to put any sort of effort into it.

"Quiet, swine! You soldiers are weak dominoes! If your leader falls in line, so shall you! Now... give me what you found." said the Moon Child.

"I refuse... I would rather die than let you monsters get it!" yelled the Sober Leader.

"Suit yourself, child of Soberness... release them! Let Kelbris and Dead Hand deal with these pests..."

"Kel... Kelbris?!? No, please, stop!"

The screams of the Sober echoed through the tunnel as they were brutally wiped out, and the Moon Child, whoever he was, got what he was after. The Moon Children were an extremely dangerous mysterious cult that had direct but unknown ties to Ben. Their goals were unknown, but to serve their goddess, Luna, they would do pretty much anything, Some of them said that they were ascended, and those Moon Children that had ascended had extreme power, almost to the point of immortality. It was unknown how they ascended, but it was no doubt something extremely bad...

Perhaps the original Ben was a Moon Child himself that tried to ascend, or was made to ascend by someone, but something happened that... well, that made him BEN.
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"How fucking typical! I'm in a heavily vegetated area, and of course, an ancient temple..." said Ford, looking around at the temple. There was a huge stone door, but it appeared as if it hadn't been opened in centuries. This was an obvious sign that this temple no doubt had puzzles lying around somewhere that were related to the door, and if he would solve those, the door would no doubt fly open. However, due to looking closer at the door, he noticed there were three indentations in the door...

One indentation was of a mushroom...? The second indentation was no indentation at all, in fact it was a keyhole, which makes one wonder why I said three indentations in the first place. The actual second indentation... well, he actually had no idea. The indentation however was a circle shape... so... perhaps an orb or something? That was when Ford finally remembered that while he had been carrying around Axem's backpack which he had stolen from him, he hadn't actually looked at what was inside, but before he even tried, his attention was grabbed by something else that was more life threatening.

Creatures appeared from the darkness filling the jungle, but they weren't Taken, thank god, however... they were still pretty bad. At first, Ford thought he saw stumbling corpses walking his way, but that was when he saw what they truly were... while they were close to the walking undead, they were significantly more annoying and creepy.

...Redeads.

Update!
Three Redeads have approached Ford, and are about to attack.




Axem

"Fantastic... first, I get robbed, second, I fall down this damned pit..." complained Axem, as he struggled to get out of the pit. This was his third attempt, and thankfully, the third try was the charm, as he emerged from the pit with his machete. However, he emerged only to get an earful of a Redead's scream, which paralyzed him almost immediately, but thankfully he broke out of it before the Redead grabbed him. Axem quickly put some distance between himself and the Redead.

Update!
A Redead has targeted Axem, and if Axem hadn't escaped the pit in time, the Redead would have probably joined him, and in such a closed space... well... it wouldn't have been good for him.




Kenji

Deciding that if a murder was on the loose, his priority should be to catch and defeat him, so if the town does find out that he let out that demon, they would see that Kenji's not that bad, or, they would know that Kenji, while having demonic power, is not the killer. There was about fifteen or eighteen homes on Paradise, and unless the killer jumped off the edge or actually had some means of transportation to get off of Paradise, he would most likely still be somewhere. So he began to walk around Paradise, simply investigating the outside. It was hard to see in the dark, but he knew he would be capable of seeing a figure in the darkness. That was when he heard a scream from one of the houses...




Tsukiko

She opened the door of her home, and used the Magnet Gun on three of the robots that were crowding her hallway into the metal wall, which damaged them pretty badly, and then she finished them off with the Sword of Nobunaga Oda, which pretty much slashed through them like using an axe to cut a piece of construction paper. These small robots were no match for the power of magnets and a sword covered with dark power at all, however they were still capable of hitting Tsukiko with some of their projectiles before their demise. She used the Magnet Gun to pull the remaining two robots towards her so she could simply finish them off with the sword as well. While she wouldn't be able to scavenge the entire robots for parts, maybe she could use the useless husks after she ripped out the scavengable parts for something else. If there was someone that could break down fallen creatures, robots, or even people and make something useful out of it, well, that'd be perfect. Oh wait... there is. Also, something felt different about the areas outside of her room now... it seemed as if there was a dark presence here... possibly a sign to drag the broken robots into the room and hide out for a bit. Or, if she felt brave, maybe she'd wait and see what'd happen.

UPDATE!
Darkness is even beginning to spread into the Junk Heap...
Tsukiko has destroyed 5 Robots, giving her a total of 7 EXP, and 5 BP.
Tsukiko has lost 2 HP due to some projectiles of the robots.
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