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Yee, it be Me, Slipperee <br>
Yee, it be Me, Slipperee <br>
Started playing SBA on May 31, 2019. <br>
Started playing SBA on May 31, 2019. <br>
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Thiccer than a snicker <br>
Thiccer than a snicker <br>
That's saying a lot <br>
That's saying a lot <br>
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Yee, it be Me, Slipperee
Started playing SBA on May 31, 2019.
Join this to join my guild. Please, I'm begging you, join it - https://discord.gg/2Ek7zwv
Thiccer than a snicker
That's saying a lot
Since He's like, an ancient alien or something,
People say Meowza is thicc
But she really a thot
and that's not very hot
Epic gamer Style
I write for some of the Wiki
90% of what I say is probably wrong
Notice me pls
I watch anime sometimes
But I don't think I'm a weeb (Edit: I'm actually a weeb)
No Loli Body Pillows here officer,
At least I'm not Duck
Wow, this sure do be
dies while typing in chat
Ambassador is Thicc
Chapter 1 - The Hopeful Beginning
7 PM, June 15th, 2019
I looked out into the sunset, it was a pretty good day. I had just completed my 8-hour work shift of hunting down ferocious beasts and towering bosses. My job is to hunt creatures for money. Kinda like a bounty hunter. Sometimes I see some scary crap, and sometimes it's the most boring day of my life. I've been hunting down monsters for a very long time, sometimes I wish I could just give up on my job and quit.
As I was walking home, I looked at my surroundings. The lush bushes, fertile grasses, looming trees, a few kids at a park getting ready to go home. This is what made Rebel City so great. Even the soft pavement of the sidewalk was smooth and satisfying as my avian feet stretched across the ground. As I looked into the distance I recognized my flock of friends, we had been together since Kindergarten and we have promised to never lie to each other and have each other's backs at all times. I rushed across the bubbly street to hang out with them.
I talked with them a while, I used to hang out with them a lot... Until I got my job as a Bounty Hunter. After I sqwuaking with them for a bit, I headed my way, and they were headed their way. I resumed my admiration for my environment. Billowing factories, flashing neon signs in clubs, shining glass towers. I continued walking until I got to Rebel City's monument of hope. It was a tall statue, made of brilliant marblelike colors. The statue was in the shape of Lieutenant Jenkens, a respected bounty hunter who was incredibly brave for protecting people in Rebel City from approaching enemies. His strong and tough statue stood there proudly, a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, to symbolize the protection he gave us.
Chapter 2 - The Hero
7:30 PM, June 15th, 2019
I went to the park often, because the statue gave me a light at the end of the tunnel, a reason to keep on going. Even the thought of the statue fills me with bright inspiration. Every time I visit the statue, I always thought back to when The Attack happened.
Many years ago when I used to go to grade school I witnessed The Attack. While I was biking home with my flock, one of us had seen something weird in the distance and told the rest of us about it. As we rode closer a strange sound started to resonate, getting louder and louder as we got closer. Was it screaming? Yelling? Laughter? As we got crept closer, we recognized that a very large crowd of birds were celebrating about something. They surrounded a large heap of dead monsters, they were all in one tall cone-shaped pile. And at the very top, stood a bird. Lieutenant Jenkins.
We asked someone what had happened, and apparently while we were at school an organized group of monsters planned for the right time to ambush Rebel City. They launched a coordinated attack to the Park first, since they thought that there would only be defenseless children there, unable to protect themselves. What they didn’t know, however, was that all the kids were in school hours and Lieutenant Jenkins was on a stroll through the park.
Everything was wrapping up, people were starting to leave, the monsters were getting thrown into garbage cans, and Jenkins was taking answers from everyone. I wanted to ask Jenkins a question as well, but the rest of my flock didn’t want to stay any longer so they went home and said goodbye. While I was talking to Jenkins I heard a strange sound directly behind me. The monster leaped up and aimed to snap my neck. That was it, I thought. The end. Right when I thought my life was over, Jenkins snatched the monster up by its neck and slashed it right off. I don’t know how I felt at that moment. Despair, Adrenaline, Helplessness, Dread. All that happened within a heartbeat. From then on, I’ve always respected him, and I grew up wanting to be a Monster Hunter just like him.
I waved out on the street for a taxi cab to stop by, and I was driven home to my apartment. After thanking the driver and paying them, I walked to the front of my apartment and made my way to Floor 2, Room 173. As I opened the door, I was greeted by nothing. Pure loneliness.
Chapter 3 - A Restless Night
10:00 PM, June 15th, 2019
After I finished cleaning my beak, I hopped into my bird nest and tried to sleep. I looked at the other side of my room. The sky blue filled the walls, the expressionless blank doors sealed the bathroom, and a fuzzy orange carpet layered the floor, it was a bright near neon color, the color clashed with the surrounding gray gravel. The gravel’s texture felt grainy and terrible, while also accommodating a slight sinking sensation, washing you with a horrible feeling every time you stepped across it. Sometimes I think the floor felt and looked bad on purpose so you could look up, and not look down upon yourself. Slightly inspirational, but on the other hand, terrible floor planning. The nest I laid on was cool and relaxing, it looked and felt like a soft caramel swirled with a pinch of a fluffy cloud, similar to a stuffed plushie or blanket.
On one side of the apartment wall was a picture frame bolted crudely near the top, the gray frame held a dark image of what used to be my parents, in the frame was an old photo of my parents laughing and eating rice and beans since we don’t have teeth. We used to be so happy together, I think I had just gotten my new job and we were celebrating. My family had long discussions about it and they warned me of some things. But I was a courageous and fit for hunting down monsters. I wished they could see how I was doing today. Would they still be happy about my progress? My journey? Or maybe they would be disappointed that I wasn’t making a lot of money. What they would definitely be disappointed about was my lack of companionship.
After several bird years later after my parents died in a flying accident, I haven’t spoken to a single person who could be a potential boyfriend/girlfriend. I feel like all of my past friends have already had a mate, and some of them already have little children! Although, I haven’t been actively attempting to find a partner, so that may explain a large amount of it.
After being in my head for a while, I took a shot at attempting to sleep, my dreary eyes slowly falling, my body adjusting in the nest, as I fell into a deep slumber.
“Wake up!” A voice called in my head, “Someone special is waiting for you, good luck soldier.”
Chapter 4 - The Bounty
9:00 AM, June 16th, 2019
After I had woken up and got ready for work, I took a cab to a tavern to find any new bounties I could do for the day.
The tavern stood tall and crookedly, the outer wood was chipped and cracked in several places, the windows, stained with fingerprints and fog, the chimney burnt and puffing. Although the tavern has aged, what hasn’t is my love for the place. The entrance opens up into a bar, everything made out of a hard wood, and seemingly indestructible. Stools, tables, and old oily geezers litter the place, spilt drinks, plucked feathers, and unconscious people lay across the planked floor.
Luckily, I don’t have to deal with those people when I’m looking for a bounty, because the bounties lie in a hatch on the back of the tavern. I leapt down the hatch and was confronted with a dark grey bird standing behind a bar table. The bar table didn’t have drinks on it, but it had an office computer on top, with a standard keyboard. The dark grey bird didn’t look familiar. Must’ve been a new person. I slowly strode up to the desk, taking long steps. I impatiently tapped my wing on the desk, somehow scaring the grey bird, making him take a large gulp. His name tag read “Black Wing”.
“Looking for a bounty?” His voice, deep and somber.
I nodded silently.
“Here, take a look at it”
He turned the computer around.
The screen had a single word on it, and a bounty for 500,000 gold! My beak slightly opened, reading it off over and over again under my breath. With that much money I could move out of my apartment and buy a house or spend it on really sweet equipment and weapons for clearing bounties much easier. On a pamphlet on the desk held information about Ambassador. I read it, and I continued reading, reading about everything, location, difficulty, strategy, everything! I had 24 hours to complete the bounty. I hastily accepted it. With the money I could get, this could be the last bounty I will ever do in my life.
Chapter 5 - The Crash Site
1:00 PM, June 16th, 2019
After I had found the location of where Ambassador would be, I hid behind a large boulder, waiting for Ambassador to come. The area was a huge wasteland, several plastic water bottles and tumbleweeds were tossed across the place, the only thing that was left standing were incredibly large arena-like walls that surrounded me in a perfect circle. Everything looked ancient like it had been sitting here, facing the test of time.
I had been waiting for hours, I had every necessity I needed, water, food, and most importantly, my sword and heal aura. All I needed was to bring Ambassador’s head to claim the bounty. Although, I still remembered what that Black Wing guy had said,
“Ambassador might be one of our most sought after bosses. Its eye has properties that we still don’t understand, but it’s very expensive in the black market. Some say it could cure different types of cancer, others say it could even let you find true love.”
Right when I thought the bounty would be a bust, I heard something whizzing around in the sky. I quickly got into a ready stance behind the rock, being as silent as possible. I heard a thud as something beamed down from the sky.
“Once we’re done we’ll move into the next quadrant. Should be easy enough for you numbskulls to understand, correct?”
A cat was speaking to something, they didn’t look familiar, so they were most likely not created by Meowza’s personal legion. I hastily peeked around the side. An Egyptian cat stood on its two hind paws, scanning the new area. Next to it was a large bug, Seeing what the cat was doing, it tried to help.
The buzzing beetle zipped across the area, going around rocks and crevices throughout the ground. It was going straight to the rock I was at. I tried to create a swift slash to its body and kill it, but it reacted incredibly fast and dodged my blade. The beetle spotted me. It bared its fangs at me and dashed to the cat to report to it.
I had to get away. Quickly. They’re going to bring reinforcements. Before I could even step a foot outside of the arena, the cat barked orders to the beetles.
“Capture him, now! Summon the others.”
I ran. Running. I hear sounds. Getting louder. Hurry. Escape!
The sounds of crawling bugs squirming and wings flapping caught up to me. They all pounced on me, like a cat capturing a rat. The sounds filled my ears like a tidal wave. They crawled up my shirt, in my ear, up my nose, between my toes. Big beetles, small bugs, flying ones, biting and crashing on top of me. After a few seconds, their dangerous toxins incapacitated my body, I became limp and went unconscious...
Chapter 6 - Failure and Suffering
?:?? PM, June 16th, 2019
A rattling noise in the ceiling was what awoke me. Chains of steel bounded my limbs to the legs of a chair, wrapping me in place. I was in a small cell, the dusty walls were scribed with Egyptian writings and drawings of cats, they were all praying to an image of Ambassador. I struggled in the chair, trying to spread my wings out of the chains. I called for help. After a few minutes of hopeless flailing, I realized, I have been captured.
I remained sitting there for a lengthy amount of time. Seconds ticked by, all the blood in my body sifted into my legs, my head was getting groggy, my keen eyes were starting to dry out, my stomach started to churn, my insides felt like they were turning inside out. I can’t move a single muscle. Is anyone there? I need help. Someone help me. Hello? Please. How long have I been here? I don’t feel right. I’m getting weary. I might as well just
THUNK THUNK THUNK
My eyes blasted open, adrenaline was chasing through my veins once more. A group of cats had surrounded me. They wielded weapons of all sorts. The cat that woke me up had a pot and a hammer, he had clanged them both together. Another had handcuffs. Some had swords, others had guns.
“Finally you woke up, you dirty pigeon.”
He smacked my face.
“Thought those pesky bugs had paralyzed you to death.”
I tried to speak, but something was on my mouth. The only thing that came out were a few whimpers of fear. The cats laughed amongst themselves.
“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”
They bursted into laughter even more.
“We couldn’t find a way to effectively shut you up when you woke up, so we decided to use a filthy dog muzzle.”
The laughter slowed to an end. I was furious, they put a gross dog muzzle on me!
“Awww, look at how cute he is, just like a penguin. Unable to fly away, fat and squishy.”
They continued to taunt me. It was getting unbearable.
“Anyways, we needed you to be awake, our leader asks you to feel true punishment and pain for going against his plans. We’re going to take you to him. Hope you don’t die along the way, because death would be your savior at this moment.”
They unwrapped the chains and whacked my arms with their weapons. The excruciating pain felt like it broke my wings. They pushed me out of the chair and cuffed my legs and hands together. Slowly, they opened the door in front of me and dragged me across the floor to their leader. The rocky floor blistered and scratched my back and beak. I tumbled against the floor, the friction burning my feathers off. I want to scream, but I have no mouth. I want to run, but I have no legs. I want to fly away, but I have no wings.
I want to feel brave, but I have no soul.