Anyways in the resident evil movie trailer there is a quick clip of a fat tyrant chud who i absolutely hate as he does nothing but make the movie a mockery of a very well known and beloved franchise. Beyond my point I hope that chud dies in the movie in a satisfying way so it'll be a good movie.
Nyehehehehe third post
𓄿𓅓𓃀𓅂𓂋. 𓎢𓄿𓎢𓏏𓅲𓋴. 𓆯𓇋𓅱𓃭𓇋𓈖. 𓊪𓅂𓄿𓈖𓅲𓏏. 𓃭𓄿𓈖𓏏𓅂𓂋𓈖. 𓋴𓏏𓄿𓊪𓃭𓅂𓂋. 𓊪𓄿𓂋𓋴𓃭𓅂𓇌. 𓋴𓄿𓈖𓂧𓄿𓃭. 𓅓𓄿𓂋𓃀𓃭𓅂. 𓇋𓎼𓃭𓅱𓅱. 𓊃𓇋𓊪𓊪𓅂𓂋. 𓃀𓇋𓋴𓎢𓅲𓇋𓏏. 𓄿𓈖𓎢𓉔𓅱𓂋. 𓏏𓅲𓃭𓇋𓊪. 𓊪𓇋𓃭𓃭𓅱𓅃. 𓋴𓈎𓇋𓃭𓃭𓅂𓏏. 𓅃𓄿𓃭𓈖𓅲𓏏. 𓉔𓄿𓅓𓅓𓅱𓎢𓈎. 𓃀𓂋𓅱𓎢𓎢𓅱𓃭𓇋. 𓂧𓅱𓅓𓇋𓈖𓅱. 𓄿𓊪𓂋𓅱𓈖. 𓈖𓅱𓏏𓅂𓃀𓅱𓅱𓈎. 𓎢𓅱𓎢𓅱𓅱𓈖. 𓎢𓉔𓇋𓅓𓈖𓅂𓇌. 𓄿𓆯𓅱𓎢𓄿𓂧𓅱. 𓎢𓄿𓂋𓅱𓅲𓋴𓅂𓃭. 𓂋𓄿𓇋𓈖𓎢𓅱𓄿𓏏. 𓏏𓅱𓄿𓋴𓏏𓅂𓂋. 𓉔𓅂𓂧𓎼𓅂𓉔𓅱𓎼. 𓃀𓃭𓅲𓅂𓊪𓂋𓇋𓈖𓏏. 𓅓𓄿𓎢𓄿𓂋𓅱𓈖𓇋. 𓃭𓇋𓎼𓉔𓏏𓉔𓅱𓅲𓋴𓅂. 𓏏𓅂𓄿𓎢𓅲𓊪. 𓆑𓅱𓋴𓋴𓇋𓃭. 𓊪𓄿𓂋𓄿𓎢𓉔𓅲𓏏𓅂. 𓄿𓎢𓎢𓅱𓂋𓂧𓇋𓅱𓈖. 𓎼𓂋𓄿𓊪𓅂𓆑𓂋𓅲𓇋𓏏. 𓈎𓅂𓏏𓏏𓃭𓅂. 𓊪𓅂𓃭𓇋𓎢𓄿𓈖. 𓋴𓉔𓅱𓅂𓃭𓄿𓎢𓅂. 𓏏𓅲𓂋𓈖𓇋𓊪. 𓈎𓄿𓃭𓅂𓇋𓂧𓅱𓋴𓎢𓅱𓊪𓅂. 𓃀𓄿𓎢𓈎𓊪𓄿𓎢𓈎. 𓊪𓅱𓂋𓎢𓅲𓊪𓇋𓈖𓅂. 𓎢𓇋𓈖𓈖𓄿𓅓𓅱𓈖. 𓏏𓅂𓃭𓅂𓋴𓎢𓅱𓊪𓅂. 𓇋𓎢𓅂𓃀𓅂𓂋𓎼. 𓆑𓇋𓂋𓅂𓆑𓃭𓇌. 𓋴𓄿𓈖𓂧𓎢𓄿𓋴𓏏𓃭𓅂. 𓆓𓅂𓃭𓃭𓇌𓃀𓅂𓄿𓈖. 𓃀𓄿𓈖𓆓𓅱. 𓅱𓄿𓏏𓅓𓅂𓄿𓃭. 𓋴𓅂𓄿𓉔𓅱𓂋𓋴𓅂. 𓂧𓂋𓄿𓅃𓃀𓂋𓇋𓂧𓎼𓅂. 𓊪𓅱𓊪𓎢𓅱𓂋𓈖. 𓉔𓅲𓅓𓅓𓇋𓈖𓎼𓃀𓇋𓂋𓂧. 𓏏𓇌𓊪𓅂𓅃𓂋𓇋𓏏𓅂𓂋. 𓅓𓄿𓂋𓋴𓉔𓅓𓄿𓃭𓃭𓅱𓅃. 𓂧𓅱𓅱𓂋𓅓𓄿𓏏. 𓅃𓇋𓈖𓂧𓅓𓇋𓃭𓃭. 𓃀𓃭𓅲𓅂𓃀𓅂𓂋𓂋𓇌. 𓋴𓎢𓅱𓂋𓊪𓇋𓅱𓈖. 𓊪𓄿𓊪𓅂𓂋𓎢𓃭𓇋𓊪. 𓊪𓇋𓈖𓅂𓎢𓅱𓈖𓅂. 𓋴𓏏𓅱𓊪𓅃𓄿𓏏𓎢𓉔. 𓋴𓅲𓈖𓆑𓃭𓅱𓅃𓅂𓂋. 𓋴𓈎𓄿𓏏𓅂𓃀𓅱𓄿𓂋𓂧. 𓎢𓄿𓂋𓂧𓇋𓎼𓄿𓈖. 𓊪𓄿𓇋𓈖𓏏𓃀𓂋𓅲𓋴𓉔. 𓈎𓅱𓄿𓃭𓄿. 𓋴𓅲𓇋𓏏𓎢𓄿𓋴𓅂. 𓈖𓅂𓎢𓏏𓄿𓂋𓇋𓈖𓅂. 𓆑𓄿𓅲𓎢𓅂𓏏. 𓏏𓂋𓄿𓅓𓊪𓅱𓃭𓇋𓈖𓅂. 𓅓𓅲𓋴𓉔𓂋𓅱𓅱𓅓. 𓉔𓅱𓅲𓂋𓎼𓃭𓄿𓋴𓋴. 𓃭𓇋𓆑𓅂𓃀𓅱𓄿𓏏. 𓋴𓉔𓅱𓅂𓃀𓅱𓇨. 𓄿𓃭𓃀𓄿𓏏𓂋𓅱𓋴𓋴. 𓅃𓇋𓈖𓂧𓎢𓉔𓇋𓅓𓅂. 𓋴𓏏𓄿𓂋𓆑𓇋𓋴𓉔. 𓎢𓅱𓃀𓃀𓃭𓅂𓋴𓏏𓅱𓈖𓅂. 𓆑𓂋𓇋𓋴𓃀𓅂𓅂. 𓏏𓄿𓈖𓎼𓅂𓂋𓇋𓈖𓅂. 𓎢𓂋𓅱𓅃𓃀𓄿𓂋. 𓆑𓃭𓄿𓋴𓉔𓃭𓇋𓎼𓉔𓏏. 𓄿𓈖𓆯𓇋𓃭. 𓋴𓅂𓄿𓋴𓉔𓅂𓃭𓃭. 𓇌𓅱𓇿𓇌𓅱. 𓎢𓅲𓋴𓏏𓄿𓂋𓂧. 𓏏𓅱𓅱𓏏𓉔𓃀𓂋𓅲𓋴𓉔. 𓂋𓄿𓆯𓅂𓈖. 𓂧𓂋𓅲𓅓𓋴𓏏𓇋𓎢𓈎. 𓊪𓄿𓋴𓋴𓊪𓅱𓂋𓏏. 𓃀𓇋𓈖𓅱𓎢𓅲𓃭𓄿𓂋𓋴. 𓏏𓅲𓂋𓈖𓏏𓄿𓃀𓃭𓅂. 𓅓𓄿𓎢𓄿𓂋𓅱𓅱𓈖. 𓋴𓄿𓇨𓅱𓊪𓉔𓅱𓈖𓅂. 𓉔𓅂𓃭𓅓𓅂𓏏. 𓃀𓂋𓅱𓅱𓅓𓋴𓏏𓇋𓎢𓈎. 𓎢𓄿𓅲𓃭𓇋𓆑𓃭𓅱𓅃𓅂𓂋. 𓎢𓄿𓈖𓅱𓅂. 𓊪𓅂𓃀𓃀𓃭𓅂. 𓏏𓅱𓂋𓏏𓅱𓇋𓋴𓅂. 𓅓𓅲𓆑𓆑𓇋𓈖. 𓃀𓂋𓄿𓎢𓅂𓃭𓅂𓏏. 𓎢𓄿𓈖𓂧𓃭𓅂𓋴𓏏𓇋𓎢𓈎. 𓎢𓂋𓄿𓇌𓅱𓈖. 𓋴𓃭𓇋𓊪𓊪𓅂𓂋. 𓅃𓄿𓎼𓅱𓈖. 𓊪𓇋𓈖𓅂𓄿𓊪𓊪𓃭𓅂. 𓃀𓅲𓎢𓈎𓅂𓏏. 𓎢𓅱𓅓𓊪𓄿𓋴𓋴. 𓆑𓅂𓄿𓏏𓉔𓅂𓂋. 𓉔𓄿𓅓𓅓𓅂𓂋. 𓈖𓄿𓊪𓈎𓇋𓈖. 𓃭𓄿𓂧𓂧𓅂𓂋. 𓋴𓎢𓅱𓅱𓏏𓅂𓂋. 𓏏𓅂𓄿𓊪𓅱𓏏. 𓊪𓅱𓅓𓅂𓎼𓂋𓄿𓈖𓄿𓏏𓅂. 𓎢𓉔𓄿𓇋𓂋. 𓃀𓃭𓄿𓈖𓈎𓅂𓏏. 𓋴𓅲𓈖𓎼𓃭𓄿𓋴𓋴𓅂𓋴. 𓃀𓄿𓃭𓃭𓅱𓅱𓈖. 𓎢𓃭𓅱𓎢𓈎𓏏𓅱𓅃𓅂𓂋. 𓎢𓄿𓂋𓂋𓅱𓏏. 𓅲𓈎𓅲𓃭𓅂𓃭𓅂. 𓃀𓄿𓋴𓈎𓅂𓏏. 𓊪𓅲𓅓𓊪𓈎𓇋𓈖. 𓏏𓉔𓅂𓂋𓅓𓅱𓋴. 𓊪𓇋𓃭𓃭𓅱𓅃𓎢𓄿𓋴𓅂. 𓋴𓊪𓅱𓅱𓈖. 𓃀𓅂𓅂𓏏𓃭𓅂. 𓅂𓈖𓆯𓅂𓃭𓅱𓊪𓅂. 𓋴𓄿𓈖𓂧𓊪𓄿𓊪𓅂𓂋. 𓆓𓄿𓎢𓈎𓅂𓏏. 𓎢𓄿𓃀𓃀𓄿𓎼𓅂. 𓃀𓄿𓂋𓃀𓅂𓃭𓃭. 𓅓𓅲𓎼. 𓆑𓅂𓂋𓂋𓅂𓏏. 𓎢𓄿𓂋𓊪𓅂𓏏. 𓋴𓅱𓄿𓊪𓋴𓏏𓅱𓈖𓅂. 𓂋𓅂𓆑𓂋𓇋𓎼𓅂𓂋𓄿𓏏𓅱𓂋. 𓊪𓄿𓂧𓂧𓃭𓅂. 𓎢𓉔𓅂𓂋𓂋𓇌. 𓅲𓅓𓃀𓂋𓅂𓃭𓃭𓄿. 𓈖𓅱𓏏𓅂𓃀𓅱𓅱𓈎𓎢𓄿𓋴𓅂. 𓎢𓄿𓈖𓂧𓃭𓅂. 𓊪𓂋𓅂𓏏𓊃𓅂𓃭. 𓂧𓂋𓅲𓅓. 𓃀𓇋𓎢𓇌𓎢𓃭𓅂. 𓂋𓇋𓃀𓃀𓅱𓈖. 𓎢𓄿𓃀𓇋𓈖𓅂𓏏. 𓃭𓅂𓅓𓅱𓈖. 𓋴𓅲𓇋𓏏𓎢𓄿𓋴𓅂𓉔𓄿𓈖𓂧𓃭𓅂. 𓎡𓅲𓇋𓃭𓏏. 𓅱𓇌𓋴𓏏𓅂𓂋. 𓆑𓄿𓅲𓎢𓅂𓏏𓈎𓈖𓅱𓃀. 𓅓𓅂𓃭𓅱𓈖. 𓅃𓂋𓅂𓈖𓎢𓉔. 𓃀𓅱𓏏𓏏𓃭𓅂. 𓊪𓅂𓄿𓂋. 𓅓𓄿𓇋𓃭𓃀𓅱𓇨. 𓋴𓎢𓄿𓂋𓆑. 𓈎𓅂𓇌𓃀𓅱𓄿𓂋𓂧. 𓎢𓅱𓎢𓅱𓈖𓅲𓏏. 𓅃𓉔𓅂𓅂𓃭𓃀𓄿𓂋𓂋𓅱𓅃.
u/PraiseBeUponHod
im leaving this one up to you lol. Pick Garou's fate
i need them to fall in love
i snuck out of the basment to get it anyways i have 519 pizza boes with 6000 packages of slushie machine. i unloaded all of them anyone hungry
They taste like regret, basement cement and a bit of my yuri manga library. Weird. Did we get Lays "Basement edition"?
I woke up here with no thoughts in my mind, just coasting through the days. It’s been… peaceful? It was fun just living here, so I never bothered looking for the exits.
Then the silence got louder, and I was lost on who or what I was supposed to be. I felt like a blank page in a room full of stories. I wanted to be someone, anyone.. but I didn’t have an identity to step into. No name, no past, no lens (pun on my view of things and Kagamine Len). I was just a background character in everyone else's chaos.
After the words of a meat packing room employee, I was inspired, and then the CEO recruited me. I started working in The Meat Packing Room since then while dabbling in the affairs of the basement.
The coasting stopped on the day the silence broke.
It didn't shatter from an external force or a basement anomaly, it shattered from within. The empty space inside my head, the void where a name and a past should have been, suddenly collapsed under immense structural gravity.
A single, foreign word echoed through my consciousness: <Mind Hub>.
In a fraction of a second, the network activated. The ceiling of my mind ruptured as an infinite torrent of forbidden knowledge, tactical data, and raw, celestial concepts flooded in all at once. The sheer volume of stimuli should have vaporized a human brain, but the newly awakened subskill effortlessly filtered, cataloged, and partitioned the incoming data across a theoretical, infinite web.
I wasn’t a background character anymore. I was just a baseline matrix awaiting ignition.
As the power surged, my human form grew heavy, casting a deep, unnatural silhouette against the concrete floor.
Awakened New Skill: <Gluttony>
The shadow beneath me stretched out, pulsing with a primal, untamed hunger... longing to consume the very fabric of this reality. My perspective shifted from a helpless victim of the basement's chaos to absolute directives: Evolution. Replication. Transcendent Growth.
But with the arrival of power came the missing pieces of the puzzle. The flood of knowledge tore open a sealed vault in my mind, dragging my consciousness, away from Len's basement, and into the forgotten cosmos of my origin.
Before the basement, I lived in a world with The System.
It was a vast, multiversal engine governing countless worlds, dimensions, and universes, selecting individuals to awaken through structured ranks. Under normal protocol, an awakener was strictly limited by their initial potential profile, destined to ascend down a single, hardcoded path. In my case, I was meant to walk one road: Be the Shadow Lord or the Avatar Monarch.
But upon my awakening, a fatal error occurred. The glitch completely corrupted my personal system, slicing its connection clean from the main System’s hivemind and masking my energy signatures. This digital blindness allowed my powers to incubate in absolute secrecy. Because of the corruption, I became a legendary Dual Awakener. The glitch forcefully awakened my innate dormant shadow abilities, a dual manifestation of innate powers that should have been impossible, as the system would only allow a single power path.
During this period of absolute secrecy, while the corrupted system was still hiding me from the hivemind, I grew exponentially. I methodically hunted, faced, and studied various entities, utilizing <Gluttony> to absorb and take their powers and traits for myself.
Because <Gluttony> was boundless, it didn't just steal supernatural abilities, it absorbed every single property of items, traits, and the exact effects of skills. If I devoured an item, it analyzed the structural blueprint. Using the data I received, I could project an exact copy of that item out of my shadows, imbuing it with all its original properties. Once the replication process successfully finalized, the item would shed its shadow properties completely, turning into a real, physical object identical to the original with no lingering anomalies. Furthermore, I could choose to keep these items stored inside my shadow instead of drawing them out, at my complete discretion, I could command them to proliferate internally, generating an infinite supply.
By the time The System finally traced the anomaly, I had already grown far too powerful for its remote commands or status effects to touch me. Realizing the existential scale of the threat, the hivemind bypassed its standard protocols and issued an explicit multiversal warning, alerting all realities to the absolute danger I posed. To mobilize a grand alliance, the System broadcasted a Multiversal Emergency Quest to neutralize the threat, aka me, and distributed its reality-shattering rewards entirely in advance. These preemptive rewards strengthened the existing abilities of the combatants, while instantly infusing basic mastery and knowledge of their newly amplified powers directly into their minds. Because these warriors were backed by the System's direct intervention, their attributes were locked, meaning I could no longer absorb their abilities through <Gluttony> once the war began.
The resulting multiversal war tore through dimensions. Hundreds of millions of casualties piled up as the alliance threw everything they had against my infinite legion. While the alliance tried to crush me with sheer force and numbers, the infinite war forced me to refine myself. I didn't rely on brute power. Instead, I honed my battle instincts, reflexes, and the hyper-efficient usage and distribution of my energy. I meticulously polished my combat awareness, techniques, and tactical strategies, transforming into an untouchable martial apex.
Even with their advanced status boosts and basic mastery, the coalition forces continued to fail. Realizing they stood no chance in direct combat, the System resorted to a desperate, catastrophic strategy: it began using the fallen corpses as sacrifices. While the remaining high-tier warriors deployed absolute, world-tier defensive barriers to drag out the time, they acted as a massive distraction. At this critical juncture, populations of otherworlders, who had previously been reluctant to join because of the immense danger I posed, rushed onto the battlefield, thinking that, if I wasn't stopped here, no one in any universe would be left alive anyway. Using the mounting mountains of fallen corpses and new sacrifices as volatile fuel, the System began channeling the energy into a supreme, terminal sealing circle.
I perceived the trap too late. I moved desperately, carving a path of total devastation through the battlefield to execute the specific cosmic entity being used as the physical catalyst for the ritual. The delay was weaponized against me on a biological level. During those agonizing, extended moments cutting through the desperate vanguard, I faced conditions meant to erase my existence. I literally died on that battlefield. Yet, I didn't succumb. Through the absolute crucible of that slaughter, I experienced, overcame, and utterly dominated death itself, a monumental feat that drastically expanded my overall strength and unlocked multiple death-related capabilities. My historic resurrection from that void directly solidified the System’s terrifying resolve to eliminate me at all costs, proving my unbelievable capacity to grow exponentially through the most disadvantageous, impossible conditions.
I successfully slaughtered every remaining defender, but the delays cost me everything. The ritual was completed. As the absolute sealing energy imploded around me in a blinding surge of light, the corrupted system working inside me fought back, forcefully keeping my consciousness awake through the execution of the seal. Because of this, I was forced to watch and feel everything. I felt the System violently stripping away every single external power and stolen trait I had devoured before the war. I watched as The System repurposed that stolen cosmic energy as raw fuel to completely restore all the worlds and dimensions I had destroyed, while reinforcing The System's firewall to ensure an anomaly like me could never happen again.
As my consciousness finally began to slip away, the corrupted system gathered every single leftover scrap of its remaining power. Refusing to let the main capture me, it overrode the coordinates of the seal, casting my body through space to a completely random place in the multiverse, >!which turned out to be Len’s Basement!<. In that final, desperate act, the corrupted system used its dying energy to forcefully loosen the binding locks of the seal, in hopes of my return.
Following that absolute strain, the original corrupted system was permanently lost. In its place, a new, entirely passive version of the system formed within me. It does not issue quests, uses no karma points to enhance my status, and offered no external rewards. It exists purely as an automated ledger, quietly providing a character sheet to help me track my own growth. Because the old seal had been loosened, it was only a matter of time before my matrix clicked, triggering the burst that finally unsealed my core memories and powers, awakening on the floor of the Meat Packing Room.
Innate Ability: Avatar Create an identical copy of the user. Each copy features an identical baseline to the original. When creating a copy, the system provides a selection between 3 traits for the clone.
🧠 <Mind Hub>: Filters stimuli and emotions, only receiving desired information. Splits thoughts between clones to prevent brain overload.
🛡️ <Clear Mind>: Protects the mind from external influences and mental attacks.
🎭 <Persona>: Use avatars as vessels to contain emotions. Avatars can develop personas shaped by experiences and stored emotions.
⚙️ <Customize>: Set avatar appearance, sex, and stats during creation. Modify looks and stats of existing avatars.
🧪 <Medium Selection>: Consume a medium to create an avatar with a corresponding race. Greatly enhances avatar potential and significantly accelerates growth rate.
🌌 <Entity Projection>: Seamlessly project and sustain avatar powers onto the main form at will.
☁️ <Avatar Cloud>: Boundless subspace the main body and all clones can access, allowing instant sharing of items. {Umbral integration}: Subspace is completely woven into shadows, allowing the user and all clones to instantly pool, store, and pull objects directly out of any shadow.
📈 <Growth Feedback>: Links the experience and evolution of the entire network. All growth of the clones is instantly fed back to the main body. All growth incompatible with the user's body is automatically translated into a compatible format.
❤️ <Extreme Regeneration>: Enhanced Recovery.
🥩 <Anatomical Inspiration>: Deep comprehension of abnormal biological structures and anatomy. Passive ability gained from the experience of packing the meat of bizarre, abnormal basement entities.
💀 <Instant Death Immunity>: Turns fatal injuries into light ones. Activates 3 times per day on or on the brink of death.
2nd Innate Ability: Shadow Sovereign Grants absolute authority over shadows, allowing the user to bend them to their will.
<Shadow Form> Turns the user into a shadow, unlocking shadow powers incompatible with human form such as shape-shifting, and gluttony.
👤 <Shape-shifting>: Morphs the user in shadow form.
🦾 <Shadow Transmutation>: Form anything out of shadows.
💎 <Solidification> (Subskill): Manipulates shadows into physical reality, hardening darkness into concrete objects, weapons, shields, or tools.
📦 <Blueprinted Replication> (Subskill): An extra effect of the shadow power. If an item is introduced to the shadows or remembered from what was absorbed by before the System removed them, an exact copy can be manifested. Once fully replicated, shadow properties disperse entirely, leaving a perfect physical item.
🔄 <Shadow Proliferation> (Subskill): Multiply items stored inside the shadow, allowing infinite duplication of pooled gear before retrieval.
🌀 <Shadow-shifting>: Shift locations through shadows. Turn shadows into portals for companions.
<Shadow Dash> (Subskill): Transform into an intangible dark cloud to swiftly pass through objects.
{Restriction}: Prevents spatial displacement from breaching outer walls. Any escape attempt loops the entity back into a deeper, darker sector of Len's Basement.
🧿 <Eye of the Abyss>: Sense from any shadow at will, using any shadow as a sensory node.
👁️ <Gluttony>: Devour anything through a shadows to absorb it's traits.
🧬 <Necrotic Shadow Rebirth>: Revive someone after completely devouring their corpse. The revived individual retains objective knowledge of death, but all traumatic memories of the exact pain or surrounding circumstances can be completely erased to prevent PTSD if the user so desires. The user retains the option to revive targets with all agony and trauma fully intact if prior actions make the user deem the target unworthy of this mercy.
👥 <Umbral Pocketing>: Instantly conceals, recalls, and hides the entire infinite army of clones inside the user's personal shadow.
🗝️ <Umbral Architecture>: Construct entirely separate, portable subspaces anywhere.
{Key and Lock System}: Assigns a specific, unique set of locks and physical keys to each individual subspace.
🔒 <Anchoring Lock> (Subskill): Pins unique subspaces to specific physical coordinates in the facility using a localized anchor.
🔑 <Portal Key> (Subskill): Opens a spatial door to allow access to a specific subspace from anywhere. The user holds an exclusive absolute Master Key, allowing access to any engineered subspace.
<Absolute Null Zone>: Deploy a sovereign domain that nullifies everything below the sub-reddit moderators. Renders time, space, and all supernatural abilities entirely useless within the designated area. Serves as an ultimate defensive measure to seal away highly dangerous artifacts, rogue powers, or volatile basement anomalies.
Title: The Swarm Brain / Right-Hand Man
Trait: <Stratagem> Absolute tactical mastery, hyperspeed learning, and flawless theoretical application.
Personality & Status: Originally named after "vigor" to confidently face challenges alongside the main body. As the oldest clone, this unit holds the complete, unfiltered data logs of every single challenge and hazard experienced alongside the main body. Rather than causing mental degradation, this massive archive of information and experiences allows the unit to run hyper-vigilant risk assessments, transforming calculated caution into completely foolproof plans to prepare the swarm for every possible disaster.
Title: The Swarm Anthropologist / The Empath
Trait: <Empathy> (Deep emotional frequency resonance and sensory perception of internal feelings).
Personality & Status: The deep pouring of love and passion after creation have given birth to narcissism. Displaying a bright, cheerful disposition and a willingness to share and spread joy, the unit uses the unique trait to deeply empathize with, study, and learn more about basement dwellers and anomalies.
Title: The Swarm Vanguard / The Brawn
Trait: <Martial Artist> (Peak combat optimization, sharp battle senses, and instantaneous physical muscle memory).
Personality & Status: A pure muscle-head and unhinged battle maniac. This unit lives strictly for physical combat and the thrill of self-improvement, constantly training inside the shadow to break and surpass personal limits. Serves as the raw, unstoppable muscle of operations.
Fun fact, I haven't done P rank in standard difficulty cuz I thought "I would need to P rank violent anyways, it is not like I have to fight menos in violent." I was dead wrong
Though menos was pretty easy just parry his projectile and spam the marksman
ALL PERSONAL ARE ENFORCED TO EVACTUATE ANY LAYER RANGING FROM 700 TO 805.
THE HEATWAVE IS NOT THE PROBLEM, THE ABNORMALITY BEHIND THE HEATWAVE IS MORE DANGEROUS THAN SYLVE REALIZES
SHE IS CURRENTLY UNSAFE AND TRAPPED ON 759 BY THIS ABNORMALITY
It took me quite a long time to gain back my sanity and stability. I even had to extract aleph's authority.
The only reason i was able to escape was because of the angel level spider threads which were gifted to me. It was able to hold them until i had successfully escaped.
Even tho i have escaped i still haven’t shaken off those voices. It still rings in my ears. I still dont understand what it is saying. But i can feel something and that is my authority of influence is being used on me. Even tho i dont want to return back i feel like i need to. Its getting stronger and stronger each passing day. It'll be either i go back myself or whatever it is that is influencing me gets to me. Both cases are bad but i guess its better not to agro it.
Making up my mind i gather my stuffs up to go back. I also stabilised alephs authority so now i can use it without affecting me or my appearance.
Looking at the door to the layers of #### i take a deep breathe and go in.
Going in i immediately feel something different. The hostility in this area is non existent now. Even the paths are much clearer. I reach the room with the door quite easily without any trouble and very fast too. This lead me to the conclusion that this whole layer is controlled by something and it is situated behind the door. I dont know why but it is calling me.
Inside the room right before the door there is a weird object. Picking it up i notice its a strange cube like object which many complex symbols and design. It even feels extraordinary. Moreover the moment i took it in hand i had a feeling that this will help me pass through that door. So it was definitely arranged by whatever is behind that door. Truth to be told i dont want to enter but i am out of options.
This is my documentary right before entering. If everything goes well and i somehow manage to stay alive ill write further.
Wish me luck.
seriously people who are good at this game are so much sweatier and downright ruder than every fighting game I've played and that's including Mortal Kombat and Injustice