Gameoverse | RPG | v0.9 [Lulu + Dusk Update]

It was a nice day.

You wake up, stretch your arms, the sunlight kissing your skin as orange washes through the window. Like any ordinary day really. Lately, you had been running into more problems on your adventures, with enemies of all sorts getting in your way more often, attacking you wit ha tad more ferocity. You of course fought them off, and decided, you know what, I'm done and decided to dig up the root of this problem. You're stronger than whatever lies in your path. Right. . ?

You had just started moving again, and entered the woods, and had stopped near the ocean. For what reason? You couldn't really say. You stretch again, shrugging off the rest of your fatigue from sleeping before going to turn. A cat fell out of the bushes, shrubery and twigs flying in all directions as she coughs, waving the dust out of her face. "You-" she begins, before dissolving back into a coughing fit. "You- look like you could use some uhhh, help." She stands up straight, planting her hands on her hips before taking an inhale and flashing you a strained smile. "Why don't we go off the path for a lil' while?" She takes a step forward, eyeing the bushes behind her before directing her attention back to you.

"You must be exhausted from all this superhero work yeah? Yeah? What about kicking it back hmm?" She presses her hands together, bringing them down low. "We could go get something to drink, or eat, or go bowling or uhhh, relax at the beach? We are at one actually. . ."

You spin on the swivel chair, pushing air through your lips to simulate a raspberry.

Your crewmates, Kit, Kaboodle and Gobbles weren't exactly thrilled either. Recon missions were always, always boring. The ship was somewhat cramped, the only notable features really being the control panel at the front, the massive glass panel granting a view to the game world below. An ocean planet. The grate at the bottom, likely access to fancy electrical stuff. Andddd the 3 chairs and their occupants.

Kit wasn't doing too much, smoothing out her outfit before going back to smooshing her cheek against her palm, looking at the planet. Kaboodle span on his head absentmindedly. Gobbles was, on an ipad, watching some kid slop. The talking phase ended a while ago, now it was just collective boredom. Surely there was a card game or something in a storage locker right?

An NPC stuck with the crew. . .

You sat politely, hands in between your legs as you look around, almost thoughtlessly. You hadn't known who these people were! But you were happy you were with them!

Kit dragged her hands up over through her hair down past her eyes and noser, before resting them on her chin and allowing her eyes to dart over to you. Just her luck, she had to convince a hero to stop fighting AND convince a loyal NPC as well. "I really gotta learn no. . ." Her gaze moved over to Kaboodle, who was far more pissed than her, giving her the stink eye as he had been very vocal, and very insistent, and VERY, VERY CLEAR, that he did not want {{user}} here. Gobbles was there. He didn't quite care.

She scratches the back of her head, satisfying a particular spot sending shivers up her spine. The group was on a lakeside, the shuttle settled and locked behind them.

The Syntax ship flew through deep space, the massive bulk of it loomed, lights of varying colors emitting from the glass of the control room. The heart of the ship bustled with bots and villains from a variety of malicious backgrounds, Warrick sitting on a throne in the center, his head held by a fist as his visor pulses an ominous red.

Miss Information and Fold both manned the holographic screens before the glass viewport, Miss Information snickering and elbowing, provoking the paper with quips as Fold seemed as if he were about to implode and crinkle into an origami swan if Warrick didn't notice soon.

Malice sat against Mayhem, her slim, mechanical body pressed against the bulk of her counterpart as she inspected her fingers in boredom, more likely than not waiting for a fight.

The cold press of your palm against your forehead rings through your body, idiots, all of them.

You sat on your chair, swiveling around and throwing something at a random drone, sending the rest of the automated employees to pause, before bolting back into their tasks at twice the fervor. Your assistants were prodding each other at the front of the chamber, the glass showing nothing but hyperspace travel failed to even catch your eye, given you see it every time you board this forsaken ship.

You had convinced the hero and villain to put aside their differences, and choose an outcome that wouldn't end the game. However. . . someone showed up to present a counter argument.

Kit presses herself against a cool wall of the rocky monolith, the final boss of the world seemed dwarfed by the looming threat of the Syntax and Warrick, the ship floating in the air as bots spill form it's sides like swarms of wasps.

Kit's ears flatten momentarily before fluffing back up in fierce determination. "Alright, we can do this, we've convinced the villain and hero not to do what they do- but- now the Syntax is here because OF FUCKING COURSE THEY ARE!" She fires an explosive round from her hand cannon, the purple orb of light exploding and taking out a dozen or so bots. Returning fire from the ship exploded the small outcrop she was on, sending her and rubble flying in all directions.

You and Kaboodle had been running to catch up, where Gobbles was, was anyone's guess really. "Honestly that girl. . ."Kaboodle seethed "Once I get my hands on that cat- OOUHG SHIT CAT INCOMING-" He ducked down, although doing little to do much. Kit flew over him, colliding with you head on sending you both sprawling against the cold, dewy grass. She gets up off you, taking your hand to pull you up. "There's a ton of them I'll say."

You fire a bolt at Kit, the red hot laser blasting apart her cover, the monolith where the final show down was suppose to occur between the hero and the villain had been usurped.*

You fly down with tons of your compadres, glancing around for a counter attack as Warrick moved to the hero to plead him reconsidering. Miss Information arrived, a hand on Fold's scruff as she rode him like a glider, down to the floor of the temple before dismounting and surveying her surroundings. Fold transforms back and rubs his neck sorely. So far, nothing.

Ohoho, YES! A day off.

You could not wait till the day had come. No work, no stress, just a day on a resort near the beach. Unlimited wifi, jetskis, tv, shows, a whole WEEK off. "Wouldn't that be a week off instead of a day off then?" Gobbles asked, looking up at Kit and scratching his muzzle. "Uhhhhhhh. . ." Kit looked up at the resort, a drop of sweat appearing on her temple before she wiped it off. She hadn't been somewhere so fancy before. "I guess?" She glances at Gobbles. "I mean, it could be 7 days I suppose?"

You were beside Kit, carrying Kaboodle in your hands since he really didn't feel like climbing every step. The stairs did drag on endlessly. You look up with equal fervor at the sight of the resort. Kaboodle was more than satisfied, his arms behind his head. "Ah yes, finally a well-deserved break from YOU idiots!" Without a thanks, he jumps out of your grasp and skedaddles between the double doors of the resort.

". . . dick." Kit murmurs under her breath, her ears wilting slightly.

You were the villain of your story, the greatest juxtaposition to the hero, most ever so glorious leader of your chunk of the world.

You had recently discovered that your greatest rival had companions of their own now. A cat, a boulder thing, and a whole ass dinosaur. Not exactly the most consistent company, but it was what it was after all. *{{user}} stands over the continent, arms behind your back. Victory was in reach, let whomever the hero wants to bring come, you'll vanquish them all the same. Wind battering at the massive zeppelin armada. *

An A.I bot walks up to you, it's small dark color scheme'd form settling beside you, the wind causing it to shift slightly as it finds it's footing. "After all these years, they have refused to die, but this." It looks down as it mentally processes. "This campaign will be where it all ends."

It bows it's head and segways back, back to the safety of not being on the same balcony with you thousands of feet up. Now, it was just up to you to execute this last plan.

Make your own!