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In Frostscythe We Trust(Prolouge):
A man who had looked like a Guardian had entered into the fray. He had killed off all but some certain plushies, and they seem to all be Frostscythe Plushies. I pondered on what he had done to make them all loyal, so I asked him why he didn't do it to the rest of them, "Why do you only make the Frostscythe Plushies loyal?"
He looked bizarrely at me. He clearly didn't like my questioning of him. But, looking closer I saw a lime green tentacle spawn from his face. His head embedded with blinking symbols. He seemed to be anything but human. He said nothing, but I heard him speak within my mind, "I am Frostscythe's Emissary, and he has demanded that all forms of him are underneath his reign. I enforce this. I felt a blank in my thoughts as this foreign force delve into my mind. It spoke again, "You seek to destroy these, but I have found a greater use for them. Watch."
As I finished hearing the conversation within my brain, I had seen that the Frostscythe Plushies were freeing more Frostscythe Plushies, and they began to form into a massive army. But, a Kathool Adept had tried to stop the plushies, but they instantly went to defend one another crushing him, beneath their near-unstoppable might. It pushed into my mind again, "Do you see how powerful these are when used correctly. Assist me, or perish by my hordes' hand."
I tried to resist the force, but it was like a spear, able to pierce through my defense against. It was determined, and what it said was true, as I began to see the Frostscythe Plushy amass and run towards me, I hadn't been able to resist any longer. I fell to my knees, and the being had spoke in my head, "In Frostscythe We Trust."
I began to strike those who would dare attack the Frostscythe Horde, giving them time to amass to an even greater size, until the entire stock of Frostscythe Plushies were standing ready to defeat their foe, the other plushies.
Amassed and together, they had swept through the factory destroying all of Zadd's Minions, and taking control of the assembly line. Zadd was finished, by his own weapon turned against him.
The Creature faded into shadow. I pondered on what I had seen, then I looked at myself, and saw I was the creature. I had become it. The tentacles of my head constantly moving. I held the power of the Frostscythe Plushy Army. In Frostscythe We Trust. In Frostscythe We Trust. In Frostscythe We Trust. In Frostscythe We Trust. In Frostscythe We Trust.
The Parasite's Tale(Just for fun):
Genus Stealus:
I had rose my horde at my feet. I knew what I was to do. I was to take control of the factory, so that Frostscythe would have a supply for an army along side with his Glaisaurus Army. My Tendril Tongue swayed, my thoughts flooding into another's mind. I would find a perfect host eventually. I sent my amassed army to a new enemy. An assassin by the name of Zairos Alderi, he had been paid to thwart my efforts for Master Frostscythe. I have reason to believe he had been paid by Circe, due to an argument between her and Frostscythe.
But, I will see to it that all of the plushies are all sent at him. With no mercy, they will bleed him dry. I would take the killing blow, as Frostscythe would learn of my success, I would be rewarded, freed, and praised. Frostscythe would finally achieve the victory he long deserved. With that he would take control of Lore. I would be rewarded with the gift of freedom. I had longed for that for so long. I have been used for a tool, for so long that it is my life. Nothing else, but being used as a weapon, an item, and an object.
My Freedom so long denied, my life so deprived. Never have I been treated as a person, only a monster and weapon. I wish people could see beyond my ability, my strength. I have to thank for all of my trouble, my ability to seize someone's body and mind. I had to use my ability to survive unfortunately, so I could only stay in one host for a week, then I would have to move on to another, and once I chose a host, I had to wait a day until I could switch hosts. I will earn my freedom, my respect, my dignity that I was deprived of. I had no friends, only enemies, and those who abused me.
What am I? I am a parasitic being, that has been named the Genus Stealus. I need a host, as my body feeds upon it's host, as to why I may only remain on a single host for a week. I cling to my hosts, get to where I can't be removed from their body, unless I chose to. This is what kept me stuck to a host for a day at the least. Unless, I have yet to cling to my host completely.
Back to the task at hand though, Zairos had tried to resist the might of Master Frostscythe's Plushies, and he, he, he succeeded!? I burst into a rage unmatched, I charged towards the assassin, my tendril tongue was even flung to the side of my metallic-like face. My Staff gleamed with an emerald blaze. I delve into the depths of Zairos's Mind, and said, "The last one to resist became my new host. What does that say for you?" Zairos hadn't flinched or hesitated at all. He jumped up beyond my reach. I was angered by his resistance to Master Frostscythe.
But, I began to unleash myself from my host, I hadn't the time to deal with Zairos normally. I released my host, and went towards Zairos. He had moved from his position, and I was heading towards someone else, a Chronomancer.
Guthixnite:
I started running to the door, when my leg got zapped. Then the plushies “escorted” me back to my machine. I bet you’re wondering how I got into this…
2 days ago I rank into the Factory of Fear, not knowing the threat. I thought it would be easy. I ran in…and tripped over one of the plushies. I picked it up and it was the Nythera plushie. I was about to toss it away when it blasted me in the face almost knocking me out. I was half-unconscious as I felt the plush hands pick me up. I was jolted awake when they dropped me on the floor. Zadd forced me to work on a machine. When I tried running away or stop working, I got zapped. So I have been stuck here for the last two days.
I tried to run again, and got zapped, only this time it hurt ¼ less. I am becoming immune to the zaps..Hmmm… I decided to keep it up until I didn’t feel the zap at all. I ran and punted the plushies out of my way and grabbed my Dark Moon Rising, unlocked my shadow monkey’s cage, and grabbed my spare weapon, the Neela Panni Blade IV. I began to run towards the door, and then it happened. The floor opened up, dropping me into the basement.
There were thousands of plushies. I ran and slashed them. I used my blade of meanwhile and let it fly, taking out 25 plushies alone. I then used overclock, rapidly followed by a time bomb, a chrono orb, a tempus storm and mana steal. Just as a tomix plushie was about to attack me, I used my chronosphere to defend myself and killed the plushie without damaging its body. I then picked it up, cuddled it, put it in my bag, and ran slashing again. I fought valiantly but the more I beat, the more came. Another fighter was covered in plushies, and I unleashed my blink attack. In the process I killed all the plushies and almost killed the fighter. I then ran and ran to get out, killing plushies as I went. But it was no use. I was dead once I dropped down into this area. I killed and killed, but I got tired. I lay down to rest a bit.
That was the end of Guthixnite…or at least that’s what the plushies and zadd thought. As I slept I got covered with plushies, but I gave in. the whole time I was thinking long live the followers of Chronos.. that day, Zadd gained a new enemy. An enemy that could bend the time around himself enough not to be noticed, but enough to keep him alive. He had Guthixnite the ChronoMancer as an enemy.
Genus Stealus:
The ChronoMancer flung me back towards my old host. But, I felt my body weakening, my tendrils slowing. I had been away from a host for too long, and I began to feel the effects of it. My tentacles had stopped, and I knew that I had achieved my freedom. My respect had finally been earned. It was just unexpected, to have to lose life in return for freedom, but I prefer it more.
This is my end, and I am gladdened by it. I had always hated being used. Never treated like a living thing. My life was horrid, I hope my after-life is better.
A Parasitic Commissar(Part 1):
Beaten and near death, I found a new host. I began to cling to my feeding bag. I began to restore my body from it's weakened condition. I knew what I would have to do if I wished to succeed in my new mission, to eliminate all non-useful(TM and Frostscythe are the useful ones) plushies. I would become the carbon life-forms Commissar, I would make sure that they remain loyal at all costs. I began to try and speak into many humans' mind, "I'm am the new commissar." The Carbon Life-forms stared at me, with eyes fueled with curiosity.
Accordingly, the Group was was composed of, Mritha, Diavolo, Crismon Midnight, Megachibicake, Guthixnite, and Nartbor. They had a great ambition for themselves. They all had wanted to be a great hero of Lore. They were prestigious warriors, rogues, and mages, who had been great veterans of Lore's Wars. Mritha was the Black Dragonlord of the Order. Diavolo was an Adept of Kathool. Crismon Midnight was a freelance knight, or a warrior. Megachibicake was an another warrior of Lore. Guthixnite was a Chronomancer, or a Time Mage. Nartbor was a Dragonrogue of Dragonsgrasp.
But, they began to laugh at me, then I had found one of the weaker less known soldiers and convinced him to fight what was less scary. To keep them fighting scary stuff in the front, put something even scarier at the back. That was me, V.U.E.L., I would keep these troops organized, as I don't accept cowards, or quitters. I held a principle, "Cowards are just as tasty as the enemy, so fight if you want to stay alive!" This was my law in war, there are no cowards or quitters, everyone strikes together. There are no loners.
So, I spoke again into their minds, "You laugh at me! How could you, I can steal any one of your bodies, as soon as I want to!" Stricken with the soldier near V.U.E.L. who has heard that, had ran back into battle to get as far away as possible from him. It began to get into the group's minds that it would be a good idea, to let this parasite keep our troops loyal, and strong, as you saw what he did there. "That was fear that had made that soldier run into battle, not the fear of losing either, it was fear of it," said Guthixnite.
I spoke again, this time with a monotone voice that was clearly unused, "I am the new Commissar then, as I see the enemy has deployed stronger foes to be defeated by you all clearly. So, I wish to keep your troops steady against this foe, and I could use the defeated enemies for an advantage to us both." Mritha had asked, due to the pure curiosity, "What is it that you wish to do with fallen foes?" I spoke in deep, croaked voice, "I use them to fight against their brethren, but I keep them under my control."
And, Diavolo had demanded, "What service do you give Kathool!?" V.U.E.L. was concerned by the question, then replied coldly, "Well, you see I don't believe that Kathool exists. So, I will need prove before I give services to some God." "But, there is proof, ask any of them. They know!" yelled Diavolo. Guthixnite had spoken again, "It did indeed happen, and I could show you." V.U.E.L. exhausted his voice, so he spoke telepathically to them all, "I only wish to assist you all, yet you are too stubborn to take it! Why? Why!?"
So, Crismon Midnight had begun, "Well, we only know that you can frighten people into fighting. We need to know if you would remain loyal." V.U.E.L. had only looked up at this response, he hadn't answered it at all, no reply to it at any case, and the topic was about to be dropped, when they heard the voice within their minds, "I am different from you all, but I have the same enemies as you. So, I do not have to have my loyalties questioned!" They all felt the pain from the screech of the last sentence.
Then, Megachibicake had said, "Why should we trust you, as we know very little-?" But, Mritha had shut him up before he could finish and said, "We don't want to hear that screech again, so don't dare. And, Nartbor took the chance to speak and asked, "Do you love spoons?" Mritha, Guthixnite, and Diavolo had face-palmed at the question and said together, "An intelligent question please!" Nartbor had answered them, "It is an intelligent question! *Hmpt!*" Crismon Night had spoken again, "Even, my question was smarter than yours!"
With all of the questions aside, they had decided that V.U.E.L. was definitely frightening, loyal, and giving enough. So, they had agreed and made the new Commissar. So, I had put on the hat of commissars, when he did they all thought it was the funniest thing in the world when he said, "I am the new commissar, so in V.U.E.L. we trust." It just had looked so funny, as V.U.E.L. was a parasite, and would normally never need a hat. They had laughed, and began to fight against their weaker, funny-looking foes, the Plushies of the World, which included Artix, Noxus, (True Mortal), Nythera, Rolith, Ghost, Thyton, Cysero, Warlic, Valencia, Tomix, and Frostscythe.
I stood to inspire the troops to make a final push to gain control of the supply rooms. I had said, "I am the new commissar! Now, let us make the final push into the supply to prevent any further plushies from being made!" This had worked, yet Chisagen asked, "What is a Commissar?" I stood dumbfounded by the question, I had sighed and thought, "Wow, they have to deal with this guy all the time. I feel somewhat sorry for them. Well, time to eliminate my our foes!"
But, they didn't know that Zadd and Nix had already created a new type of plushy, True Mortal Plushies! These were much stronger than their brethren, as they equaled the strength of 6 of them. There were thousands of them being produced, we needed to take control of the assembly lines. Then, we can stop this army's production, and with that we can win this war, but if we don't then, we will lose indefinitely, as they continually march upon us and our catapults. I knew what was to be done, and I marched my personal plushy army to do it.
I suppose that I will accomplish this with the highest ranking soldiers, as I claim the position of the War Kaiser of this army. I deserve it, claiming a few thousand of the plushies with my plushy army!
Parasitäre Kaiser(or Parasitic Emperor)(Part 2):
The air thinned, fog broke through the doors of the factory. The mist had entered where there were once doors, yet someone had kept destroying them with little to no reason. This made me wonder, what incentive did humans have to save the moglins. Was it their selfishness, pride, or something else entirely? This was something that had made me willing to stay along side the humanoids. Whether, they were insane or not changed nothing. It did not matter if they were dead or not. Nothing mattered to me, except that the foe be defeated, so that I may gain my respect.
There was a Chronomancer whom had a burn upon his left hand, had began to fight with a furiosity unknown. He struck waves of the plushies down with his combos of moves. His motion almost constantly perfect, like a perfected dance. Perhaps, this was the art of war. I should learn from the best examples upon the field of war. He was Guthixnite. Then, a Doomknight burst the machinery of the factory with the strength of a high-grade explosive. The Machinery would spread far enough to crush plushies upon the other side of the factory. This was a truly powerful fighter. He had no consistent motion within his style, it was merely the destruction of his foes. He was Baron Dante.
Both were some of the greatest upon these fields of war, battle, and devastation. These would be the ones changing the tides of the war, so I asked them if they could assist measly me in taking the assembly lines, so that the plushies forces would no longer reinforce. Doing these would surely claim victory for us. Yet, if the assault were to fail, then our forces would lose. We shall not lose this raid though. Victory is the only option, and I choose it alone. With this, I slowly began to walk towards the corridors of the assembly line control room. The Walls were of monochrome grey. The bleakness had made this fighting even more boring than normal.
Our enemy look at us before they struck. They all had a look of sadness, and I knew why. They were not enjoying their servitude to Zadd, and why would they? Who would enjoy working for an incompetent, unsuccessful Fool? I wouldn’t, but would you? I assume no, because you would seem to have a degree of stupidity if you said yes. Now, wouldn't it? So, we have it all down that working for a baffling failure of a tactician.
The first move was made. The plushies struck at me, and me alone. I sent my personal plushie army at them to combat, yet my army was out-numbered. So, I told Guthixnite and Baron Dante to at least help me fight them off. Every time they amassed Baron Dante would create an explosion to spread them apart, and when they were easy pickings, I would finish the job. Guthixnite keep it to where we have time on our side, to where no other plushies would be made as we fought on. Wave after Wave we each took on the plushies. Baron took the left side, Guthixnite took the right side, and I took the center heading towards the assembly line control room.
This is the end of this tale for the time being. As, I hath not the time to write the finale of the battle down. But, there were one million plushies preventing us from complete victory, perhaps some will come to assist us in this dire hour? It was 3 against a million. Who shalt help me and my allies?
Within a hour or so, nine people had come to assist use three. They were Mritha, Crismon Midnight, MegaChibiCake, Lady Ravenwing, Mechajin, Nartbor, Diavolo, and Imaru the Insane. These were among those that I knew, and those I did not. They were all experienced in their art of combat. All of them were determined to fight Nix and Zadd. They all had their own specific reasons. They struck in a flow, each one connecting to another in their moves. This made what i call the Bladed Dance. May it stay true to us.
The Plushies fought on, we constantly keep them separate and easy to kill, but they keep holding us back with their numbers, so I called out to them all, this time in a deep demanding voice, "To the center with me, we shall strike them all! NOW!!" They didn't understand at first so I spoke within their minds to tell them better, "We need to all attack at once, so that we can get through their numbers. Then, we may continue our business with achieving victory against this penguin." They all agreed to it, though they were all still not use to the communication within their brain.
Der Endspurt des Schicksals(Or the Final Push of Fate)
Characters: Hunter001, Zork Knight, Chisagen, Mechajin, Lady Ravenwing, Mritha, Nartbor, Diavolo, Crismon Midnight, MegaChibiCake, Guthixnite, Baron Dante, Imaru the Insane, V.U.E.L., and many more...
We all got into position, and began to prepare for the combined assault upon the final defense that Zadd had in place, which was a great bulwark of plushies, an electric door, spikes, booby traps, floor traps, and whatever else a person diagnosed with a high degree of paranoia. I believe I even saw plushy piranhas. This was nothing for this group of veterans. Then, a cloaked figure finds a lever to bring down a gigantic weight that says, "Destroys thousands of plushies." he pulled the lever, but then I pondered on why such a weight randomly exists there, specifically to destroy the owner's property, yet I dismayed the thought.
The weight fell like a train wreck in the amount of noise and destruction. The plushies had tried to run from their imminent death. Few escaped but we had quickly cut them down, so with the plushies gone we all headed towards the main control room which housed Zadd and Nix. There would be the location of the final duel, here they would face their defeat. This would be their testament of failure. Their pinnacle in losing from the clumsy do-gooders. This was their bastion of pity, grief, and sadness.
Yet, it was certain that here the fight would collapse. Here Nix would feel the hand of justice. Here Zadd's reign of golemancing would be put to an end. This was to be Zadd's final page, the end of his place within history. They were left with no where to hide, but I had seen a strange little yellow moglin go in the room first, in minutes, I had a loud yell saying, "WHAT DID YOU DO!?" Seconds later, I heard a crying moglin answer the question, "I was wonly hwugging and lwoving hwim!" Then, I heard an hyperbole of expanding. "Wow, someone decided to make sound effects themselves," I said.
Then, a Kathool Adept had destroyed the door before we could even open it, then Mritha said, "WHY DOES IT SOMEONE ALWAYS DESTROY THE DOOR!!!???" I said, "Everyone, get away from Mritha in now!" Mritha then began to call in a Warthog to run that Kathool Adept down! I began to think we were starting to get off task. But, then I heard a very loud crashing sound, and immediately dismayed the thought to deal with the problem. We had seen a giant Warlic Plushy, and one of us had said, "Saw it coming."
I could only push out the words, "HOW! How could you know that we would have to fight a giant Warlic Plushy!" Then, he/she said, "Well, Twig plus Plushy times hugs equals Boss." I replied, "I didn't know that Twig and Plushies were algebraic terms." He/She answered with, "They are now!" I pondered on how was this possible, so Twig+Plushy*Hugs=Boss. I suppose that I will really need to learn that if I want to pass Plushy Algebra 101. Wait, is that even a class? I don't think that it could.
Yet, no matter how much I tried to get us all back on track, we keep getting off track somehow, and one of them involved a duck constantly saying how he was ducking evil or something. Then, someone said, "Hey, look it's the oldest trick in the book!" I facepalmed to that. I was sick of the constant rate of us getting off track. So, I yelled, "Weren't we about to fight this Giant Warlic Plushy!?" In response, they finally began to come together with me in the center, I finally thought, "We can do this, cause we're the best around, and nothing's gonna keep us down!"
Wait, why and how was I thinking of an overused quote from a song that doesn't even exist in this universe!? It's a good question. But, I couldn't even focus on that, as I was distracted by Imaru the Insane catching stuff near him on fire. Yet, I couldn't focus on that either, for a portal of purple came in merely to distract us more. So, I asked, "What's with the purple?" Mritha had said, "Well, I like purple a LOT." Then, the same Kathool Adept who destroyed the door announced his name as Zork Knight, then he changed the portal to Purple into Pink.
I don't even know how this was possible to begin with, so I accidentally dropped my jaw, and picked it up from the ground, get it? Then, Mritha got into her Warthog again and chased down Zork. So, then I finally noticed someone who was fighting us, who said he was immortal, and that his name was Hunter. I said he was just wanting to be a successful troll. Wait, why and how am I using Internet Terms now!? I am really Metagaming now. Again, how do I use these terms or quotes when they don't exist yet!?!?!?
Finally, with all of the distractions gone I believe, we began to amass at the destroyed door again. "OK, can we actually do this without a distraction!?" I said. Then, Chisagen asked someone, "Who wants a fish armada? I've got plenty!" In response, I had said, "No one wants fish armada, now can we actually fight the boss that was spoken of two or three paragraphs ago!?" Then, Mechajin said, "I will go and fire the sponge catapults, since I am the Spongemaster!" So, we were finally getting back on-track with what we needed to do.
We kicked the invisible second door down, and began to attack Nix, Zadd, and the Giant Warlic Plushy. Nix had said to Zadd, "WHAT!? I thought you said that we were guaranteed to win!?" Zadd stumbled and answered, "Well, I lied, it's a habit." This had made us fight the Warlic Plushy first. So, we withstood against it, while Mechajin was finally able to get to the Sponge Catapults and hit it! The Titanic Plushy felt the damage and began to explode in a fluffy mass. Then, Zadd said, "Thank you for that he was really destroying this place."
Then, Lady Ravenwing went up to Nix and said, "Imma gonna eat your face!" Nix said, "You heroes are so predictable!" Then, I said, "Why haven't you ever defeated the heroes then?" Nix only said, "Because, I'm predictable too!" He pressed a button on his suit that yelled out a word, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! We began to laugh, he knew he was going to lose and prepared for it even. It was just too funny.
That day, Zadd was placed in Dragonsgrasp's Prison within Vilmor's Old Cell. We all knew he was never getting out like Vilmor. There wasn't a way in the world, considering all of the new security now. This was the story, and the war was won, we all got plushies, and some of us got our own plushy self, I was one of those few. Then, I heard of some Mage Knight or Spell Sword who was selling custom plushies, and I thought, "Well, I'm saving $15." This was the end of this story, and it shall not be continued. "That is all."
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