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Long ago, the land of Ooo was full of heroic figures and powerful guardians that held back the tide of destruction and ruin. Many of their names are forgotten now, a thousand years having long passed by, but their deeds and the marks they left upon the world remain and their names lie in the hearts of the few ancient beings that remain traveling the world.

The candy people long retreated into their guardians, awaiting the day when they can rebuild their kingdom either in Ooo or beyond the stars as prophesied. their enemies, the magical dogs, still seek their destruction and yet remain broken from the great war between their peoples.

The smaller kingdoms still stand, though many have shifted radically in the thousand years, some even being replaced with entirely new kingdoms while once powerful kingdoms barely hold onto what territory they have left.

Finally, the humans who returned to Ooo so long ago ventured forth to the stars, leaving the cradle for larger things and greater pursuits, the warped and changed landscape of what had once been called earth now no longer appealing to them.

All of this exposition, while pretty informative about the current goings on, did not cushion your head as you were thrown through the window of some dirty tavern by a rather buff magic dog named Blinky.

Landing in a heap, you stared up into the star filled sky, letting out a sigh as you heard the mutt shoving his way through the crowded dive to continue the tussle that now required your participation.

Why did he start tantrumming again?

>You were a candy person, one of the few that managed to escape the automatic guardianship of the towering gumball defenders.

>You were a dryad, so he either thought you were a rather noisy stick or he was made your people had recently stolen a large swath of Dog territory in a bid to strengthen the forests.

>You were a slime, and had accidentally dripped into his drink. Despite explaining to him that your slime was actually very sanitary and healthy, he had opted to fight you instead of appreciating your sharing of bodily fluid.

>You were a Lemonite, and all you did was tactfully comment on how his pink shade and bulging muscles were very ugly and clashed with the internal decor of the tavern, and had politely asked him to jump off a balcony so you could enjoy your lime juice.

>You were a human, back to visit the cradle world, and had just felt some dumb instinct to scratch his ears. He only got mad when started trying to baby talk him, for some reason you could only blame on your dumb instincts still thinking dogs were the same as thousands of years ago.
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>>4854250
>You were a human, back to visit the cradle world, and had just felt some dumb instinct to scratch his ears. He only got mad when started trying to baby talk him, for some reason you could only blame on your dumb instincts still thinking dogs were the same as thousands of years ago.

I'm from Buenos Aires and I say kill 'em all!
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>>4854250
>You were a human, back to visit the cradle world, and had just felt some dumb instinct to scratch his ears. He only got mad when started trying to baby talk him, for some reason you could only blame on your dumb instincts still thinking dogs were the same as thousands of years ago.
Who’s ready to abandon their humanity for either power or the greater good!
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>>4854250
>You were a human, back to visit the cradle world, and had just felt some dumb instinct to scratch his ears. He only got mad when started trying to baby talk him, for some reason you could only blame on your dumb instincts still thinking dogs were the same as thousands of years ago.

Make Humanity great again
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>>4854250
>You were a human, back to visit the cradle world, and had just felt some dumb instinct to scratch his ears. He only got mad when started trying to baby talk him, for some reason you could only blame on your dumb instincts still thinking dogs were the same as thousands of years ago.

My natural human superiority complex is kicking in
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>>4854255
>>4854296
>>4854301
>>4854309
You let out a groan as you stood up, stretching your body and working a kink out of your neck as you sighed, Blinky squeezed himself through the door and growled at you as he punched the palm of his hand threateningly. “Still think I’m a good boy baldy!?” He growled out, despite his voice reminding you of a squeaky toy, standing ready to beat you down.

You of course let out a sigh, then place your feet wide, then slapped your knees as you made calling noises to Blinky “You are! Yes you are! Come on boy!” You said, smirking as the dog let out a high pitched roar of anger and charged forward, his body rapidly shifting colors to an almost eye watering display.

>Lift up your mitts, enhanced by your cybernetic arms to allow you to punch well above your weight class.

>Pull out your sword, a chain blade that gets jammed a lot, but it scary and able to do a lot of damage.

>Pull out your laser gun, something you picked up in your travels

>Pose with your mace, that sparks with electricity.

>shout out some equations and will the algebraic energies around you to perform spells
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>>4854356
>Pull out your sword, a chain blade that gets jammed a lot, but it scary and able to do a lot of damage.
TEAR THE FLESH FROM THEIR BONES
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>>4854356
>shout out some equations and will the algebraic energies around you to perform spells
MATHEMATICAL
Derive this bad body into his roots!!!
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>>4854356
>shout out some equations and will the algebraic energies around you to perform spells
Mathimagical time
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>>4854356
>Pull out your sword, a chain blade that gets jammed a lot, but it scary and able to do a lot of damage.
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>>4854356
>>Pull out your sword, a chain blade that gets jammed a lot, but it scary and able to do a lot of damage.

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD, SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE
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>>4854356
>Pull out your sword, a chain blade that gets jammed a lot, but it scary and able to do a lot of damage.
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>>4854356
>Lift up your mitts, enhanced by your cybernetic arms to allow you to punch well above your weight class.
Let's get fucking started
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>>4854371
>>4854382
>>4854391
>>4854398
(Pretty clear favoritism here )

Pulling out your sword, you squeeze the handle a few times, the blade sputtering at first, before roaring to life and making the primitive of Ooo hesitate for a moment, before he holds up his hands and surrender.

“Woah man, I’m not going to play with that.” He said, walking back to the tavern door carefully, muttering “nope” under his breath as the roar of the chain blade kept going, you looking ready to fight regardless of his surrender. You took a step forward, making Blinky pause as he looked you in the eyes.

You then deactivated the chain sword and put it away, putting to him “Buy me a drink, and we can call it good?” You said, smiling at the dog who nodded vigorously, before watching you give a thumbs up then hop back into the tavern through the broken window.

You let out a sigh as you returned to your seat, the dog handing money to the tavern keeper for your drinks and for the window he broke, relief filling you as the thought of having to fight an enraged Magical dog frightened you. You might have been able to take him, but there was no telling what sort of magical power he had been born with.

A root beer float slid right infront of you, and you downed it with satisfaction as you looked over the various creatures and denizens that had returned to their own buisness.

Creatures made of slime, machine, fire, wood, any material or creature you could imagine you could see standing here in humanoid form. It was comforting, seeing so many humanoid forms, since in space life commonly took on far more esoteric shapes, or hid far more eldritch threats than an angry dog.

How did you end up back on earth?

>You came back on a pilgrimage, seeking out evidence of ancient humanity that hopefully still remained somehow, ancient humanity referring to the humans who returned to Ooo from their secluded island.

>You’re hiding here, being hunted by some alien authority for a crime you probably committed on accident…. or because you had stolen a fancy crown from them. Probably the second one.

>You crashed landed here, and you needed to find parts for your ship, which served as your home, so you could ditch this mud hole and get back to where the real action was.

>You we’re looking for someone, a person some seer had said would be in the land of Ooo waiting for you to point you in the direction of what you hoped would set you up for life.
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>>4854475
>You came back on a pilgrimage, seeking out evidence of ancient humanity that hopefully still remained somehow, ancient humanity referring to the humans who returned to Ooo from their secluded island.
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>>4854475
>>You came back on a pilgrimage, seeking out evidence of ancient humanity that hopefully still remained somehow, ancient humanity referring to the humans who returned to Ooo from their secluded island.
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>>4854475
>You came back on a pilgrimage, seeking out evidence of ancient humanity that hopefully still remained somehow, ancient humanity referring to the humans who returned to Ooo from their secluded island
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>>4854490
>>4854507
>>4854529
Your mom and dad had told you plenty of stories of Ooo, of old earth, that had made bedtime something you looked forward to. Stories of great heroes and battles, of technological achievements and discoveries, of humanities unfailing ability to survive anything the universe sent its way. So now that you had turned of age, 15 being seen as intelligent and strong enough to travel independently, you decided that instead of vacationing to the neighboring super cluster like your parents did every year you would make a trip to the cradle world. Your mother and father had been against it, but they couldn’t really stop you when they were 300 million light years away.

So you came to earth, and after a week, found yourself disappointed in the world. It was exciting, unique even, but you had seen little of the heroes or great kingdoms the stories told about. You had been especially displeased to learn all the candy people had retreated into their candy protector, all in stasis until some undetermined time came. The magic dog kingdom was equally a let down, most of the magic dogs having their powers extinguished at birth by some old dog with a Crystal eye.

The Dukedom of Lemon was nothing more than ruins, the Lemon people spread across the world as they cared little for other peoples company or each other’s, despite still desiring the odd social interaction that usually only serves to make people dislike them.

The great population of wizards was also thus far, no where to be seen. Most people you asked either thought Wizards had all died out, while a rare few thought they never existed at all, despite clear evidence of magic being thrown around on occasion. It was depressingly lame, to the point where you had just ended up going from tavern to tavern, hoping to find something interesting to look for or do before shuttle came to the system in another month, make your trip here worth something. You downed your root beer float, and let out a miserable sigh, as you reviewed just where was left to go on this lack luster vacation.

>Head off to the north, to the fabled frozen mountains of the ice kingdom, still very much established despite ravaged by some great hairy bird like creature.

>Try once more to discover the location of Wizard city, perhaps the rumors of strange occurrences near the wasteland would turn something up?

>Head off to the fire lands, and observe whatever rumble or conflict that occurred between the rivaling city states.

>Head to the Field of Heroes, a fabled place that held a great tree said to have once been the home of a great hero.

>Say screw it, and go to the forbidden zone. There had to be something worth checking out behind all those security drones, shield walls, yellow crossing tape, and stop signs.
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>>4854621
>Head to the Field of Heroes, a fabled place that held a great tree said to have once been the home of a great hero.
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>>4854621
>Head to the Field of Heroes, a fabled place that held a great tree said to have once been the home of a great hero.
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>>4854621
>Head to the Field of Heroes, a fabled place that held a great tree said to have once been the home of a great hero.
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>>4854621
>>Head to the Field of Heroes, a fabled place that held a great tree said to have once been the home of a great hero.

I want to meet shermy and beth
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>>4854621
>>Head to the Field of Heroes, a fabled place that held a great tree said to have once been the home of a great hero.
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>>4854621
>>Head to the Field of Heroes, a fabled place that held a great tree said to have once been the home of a great hero.
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>>4854621
>Head to the Field of Heroes, a fabled place that held a great tree said to have once been the home of a great hero.
>Bring the dog with us, by force if necessary.
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>>4854621
>Head to the Field of Heroes, a fabled place that held a great tree said to have once been the home of a great hero.
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>>4854621
>go to the field of heroes
Man an adventure time quest
Radical
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>>4854636
>>4854902
>>4855061
>>4855078
>>4855110
>>4855128
>>4855144
>>4855280
>>4855803
Alright, I am finally back and awake, I'll start writing for this clear landslide victory of field of heroes.

>>4855078
From what i remember of the glimpse of the future we saw, they live in marceline house and not the tree house. Though an eventual meeting with the current aspiring heroes of Ooo would be cool.

Writing now
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>>4856443
can we romance marceline
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>>4856461
Stop. Its too early.
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>>4856463
never
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>>4856473
Please
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>>4856443
You lifted up from the stool and downed the last of your rootbeer float, before turning the mug upside down and leaving for the door, walking straight past Blinky as he tried to avoid eye contact with you, much to the chastisement of some of his friends who had not been faced with a Human wielding a chainsaw sword. You strolled out into the road, and to the completely boring landscape for miles as the tavern was the only standing structure that could be seen nearby.

With a quick flick of your wrist, and holographic map of Ooo appeared infront of you, which quickly zoomed in on the field of heroes, a grasslands dominated by a single impossible tall tree. With a nod of your head, you turn in the direction of the tree, which you could see rising over the horizon already despite its distance, then clicked your heels together.

>From them, a hover board appeared and took you away, shredding the laws of physics like their were a railing.

>A pair of rocket shoes ignited, sending you flying as you masterfully kept your balance with a bored expression.

>You instantly teleported to where your eyes could see the tree was, occuring in a bright flash and pop of dark matter.

>You waited a few moments, before jumping into the air, and being caught by jet boke, a loud and intimidating machine that made the gas powered equivalents in the parking lot look like mopeds.
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>>4856496
Sorry guys, ran into some trouble and just managed to come back for the post)
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>>4856496
>You instantly teleported to where your eyes could see the tree was, occuring in a bright flash and pop of dark matter.
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>>4856496
>>You waited a few moments, before jumping into the air, and being caught by jet boke, a loud and intimidating machine that made the gas powered equivalents in the parking lot look like mopeds.
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>>4856496
>You waited a few moments, before jumping into the air, and being caught by jet boke, a loud and intimidating machine that made the gas powered equivalents in the parking lot look like mopeds
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Whistling a tune to yourself, you simply stood in the middle of the road without a care in the world, occupying your time with various little mental games and planning, as well as going over what you knew of the Field of Heroes. There was rumor that over the centuries, numerous heroes of Ooo had been buried there, along with the greatest hero, the Human Prince of the Grasslands. Such a site had to be impressive, in anything else because it was a big ass graveyard. Not to mention it was right on the border of what had once been the candy kingdom and the ice kingdom, a fortunate location for possibly ruins or maybe even active combat between the encroaching snow and whatever called the grasslands home now.

When you heard the roar of your jet bike woke you from your pondering, and you simply jumped up with a back flip and landed on the seat of your Jet bike, blasting off towards the tree, with you letting the autopilot control the course as you always did. You also made sure to put on your goggles, as the sudden blast of wind against your face would make seeing impossible. You flew over the drab landscape, and were reminded atjust how disapointing this world was. No crazy cities or landscapes, no random magical nonsense that immediately stood out to you, just standard landscape with the occasional odd humanoid village popping up before quickly disappearing behind you.

A dry riverbed with what looked like a flood made of ancient garbage and silt passed you by, then a few minutes later after hundreds of miles you passed by the remains of what looked like a train that lay piled in a crater.

it was all just, empty, like something had gone from the world since the ancient times. This disappointment was only compounded when you finally reached the base of the tree, and found just...grass. A grass hill at the base of the sky piercing tree that rose above all other things. There was no stone markers, no evidence of fallen heroes, no ancient home built into the tree, nothing but a cold breeze that flew in from the kingdom of ice.

Cont.
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>>4856599
Landing, you looked the area over again, desperately performing a third search, before sitting on the grassy hill and facing the sky with a bored acceptance, any roar of frustration just petering out before the sound could escape. This was basically all that had been left to really catch your attention, the whispered stories of great heroes and famous sanctuaries, but time had likely eroded everything away long ago. It wasn't like back home where machines basically maintained themselves without human interference, here the primal forces of the world wore away anything and everything worth keeping around. Not to mention the changing desires and whims of the peoples of Ooo likely accelerated this, leading to unnecessary destruction of monuments and sites of great historic importance. Everything was gone, and you finally were forced to utter the words you had been hoping never to speak, an admission that you recoiled at the mere thought of quantifying. "i should have gone with Mom and Dad...." You said, defeated as boredom finally rested in your soul, the thought of just lying there on the grass until the ship came back to pick you up sounding more entertaining than the false hope that anything interesting and unique would happen here.

And then a branch hit you in the face, very hard. You let out a yell and held your nose, rolling face down onto the grass as you let out a groan of pain, blood seeping from your nose from the hard impact. You rose shakily from the grass, and jumped back as a tree sized branch slammed into the ground, the mass of a house sending dirt and grass exploding everywhere, as the sky reined more falling branches and twigs that were either on fire or melting from some sort of green energy. Looking to the clouds, you saw reds, greens, and blues painting the high clouds as smoke mixed with the overcast sky, the sounds of shouting and a piercing roar being carried on the wind down towards you.

Clicking your heals, you broke out into a run, then jumped down the slope of the hill, landing on the jet bike and then performing a hard turn that sent your internals slamming against your own flesh, blasting up towards the sky and the supposed source of whatever chaos had been unleashed at the highest points of the tree.

>The debris from the chaos is to great, take manuel control of the Jet bike to dodge and weave through the hailstorm of wood and fire.

>Let Autopilot handle the ascent, while you use your chain blade to cut through anything that gets to close or otherwise threatens your ascent.

>Plot a course not in the path of the debris, which will make it take longer to find the source but is the most sensible option.

>There appears to be a opening in the sid eof the tree that leads to an internal cavity, fly into it and ascend the tree through whatever internal passages lie within.
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>>4856602
>The debris from the chaos is to great, take manuel control of the Jet bike to dodge and weave through the hailstorm of wood and fire.
Having the chain blade jam as we cut thru the debris would be bad.

Also
>Chain Blade
>Jet Bike
Are we wearing red and white by any chance?
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>>4856602
>>The debris from the chaos is to great, take manuel control of the Jet bike to dodge and weave through the hailstorm of wood and fire.
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>>4856602
>The debris from the chaos is to great, take manuel control of the Jet bike to dodge and weave through the hailstorm of wood and fire.
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>>4856636
>>4856640
>>4856605
>The debris from the chaos is to great, take manuel control of the Jet bike to dodge and weave through the hailstorm of wood and fire.

wins. writing

>>4856605
Let's say yeah, to complete the reference.
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Clicking off the autopilot, and ignoring the nagging of the AI recommending the opposite action, you made the Jet bike unleash a roar of power as you shot straight up into the uncoming volley of crushing debris. You saw a large branch falling straight for you, shifting your weight hard to the side to throw you in a semi-spin, halted by a blast of maneuvering thrusters just enough to stop the spin but not to stop the momentum you build as you swung beneath and past the deadly comet of wood and sulfur. You hugged the branch as you flew past it, before entering a brief bubble of space, then being forced to lean back to send your ascending crafted away from the central pillar of the tree has a hail of wood shrapnel threatened to shred your body. Something slammed into your aft though, knocking you briefly off balance before you leaned into the motion to slam the other side against a spear like branch that had threatened to skewer you, halting your uncontrolled spin and setting you back on the correct path.

You thankfully had your goggles on as you pierced the cloud cover, as smoke and rot seemed to conquer the once pure white overcast threatening to blind and choke you. You pulled your shirt over your mouth to act as a filter, let yelled out in fear as a branch half as thick as the tree itself cut through the clouds, its shadow the only warning you had before it came to smack you down to earth. With a quick change of direction, you flew straight at it, and into a hole that had been blasted through the limb, turning hard before you crashed into a solid wall to turn down what looked like a carved pathway, the entire thing filled with smoke and the fire biting at your heals, until you finally flew out another hole and managed to ascend through the cloud layer, revealing a region of sky that had no clouds, with higher atmospheric clouds forming a ceiling above you. And all around you, you saw combat, a battle of magic and martial skill stretching across a land scape of branches and foliage. Great infernos burned across the battlefield, separating whole sections of battle from one another, with the combat only ending when the thunderous groan of wood snapping alerted the combatants to a section of the battlefield ready to break away and fall to earth.
cont.
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>>4856692

One side appeared to be green skinned humanoids, armed with swords and bows and the occasional magical spell as they fought with skill and coordination that just screamed a shared fighting style. Opposed to them, were a collection of various magical dog soldiers, wearing their advanced suits of armor and fighting with a mix of technology and brute strength. None of these dogs seemed to be sporting any magical powers, making to positive that they were part of the Dog kingdom proper. However, the green humanoids who sported leaves and branches as hair you did not recognize as any particular kingdom.

>Join the fray fighting alongside the green skinned humanoids, as they seem to be the ones on the defensive.

>Side with the magical dogs, old allies of humanity and early day defenders of your people.

>Avoid taking sides, focusing on saving people who are either wounded or threatening to be taken by the collapsing landscape.

>Attempt to find the leaders of this conflict to gain some context before you engage any further.
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>>4856694
>Avoid taking sides, focusing on saving people who are either wounded or threatening to be taken by the collapsing landscape.
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>>4856694
>>>Avoid taking sides, focusing on saving people who are either wounded or threatening to be taken by the collapsing landscape.
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>>4856700
>Avoid taking sides
Neutral party time
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>>4856694
>Avoid taking sides, focusing on saving people who are either wounded or threatening to be taken by the collapsing landscape.
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>>4856694
>>Avoid taking sides, focusing on saving people who are either wounded or threatening to be taken by the collapsing landscape.
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>>4856694
>Avoid taking sides, focusing on saving people who are either wounded or threatening to be taken by the collapsing landscape.
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>>4856694
>Avoid taking sides, focusing on saving people who are either wounded or threatening to be taken by the collapsing landscape.
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>>4856461
>>4856473
No, romance Canyon instead.
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>>4857807
I support this.
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>>4857807
I hope shes still alive
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>>4857807
>>4857882
>>4857911
I am back, and would not be opposed to trying to date the water giant waifu, though she is way older than you.

>>4857641
>>4857042
>>4856991
>>4856885
>>4856706
>>4856706
>>4856701
>>4856700
the Switzerland approach wins, writing
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>>4859118
>though she is way older than you.
You make it sound like a bad thing Qm.
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You had no hand in this battle, no reason to fight one side or the other in what seemed to be a calamitous confrontation between warring states. Conflict wasn't new to you, but though rare in human society you were well aware that somewhere in these masses there were those wounded or threatening to be forgotten beneath the crushing charge of armies or the collapse of the very terrain. With a roar of your engine, you flew down, and began to aide in a way that you felt a hero would. With careful ease and brief conflict with those soldiers attempting to stop you, you picked up magical dog and green humanod alike and brought them to a branch that rose high above the battlefield, laying the wounded out and providing what care you could. You had to stop the two sides from fighting each other through their wounds, but they soon came to understand that you would not allow such aggression while you worked.

What started as merely transporting the wounded soon became you transporting healers on both sides to and from the battlefield, healing the wounded and providing first response aide to those still trapped on the battle field. Those healers you allowed to help you were those willing to help anyone in need, or at the very least not interfere with their recovery as others worked. Within an hour, you had established rather well filled field hospital, acting as rapid response and recovery across the whole of the battle field, dodging enemy fire that sought to take down whatever wounded soldier you carried, until an unspoken agreement was reached once both sides realized you were caring for both side's wounded. After that, the skies were cleared for you, and the wounded left for you to grab with no attempts on their lives or yours. This continued as for a few hours, until the sky began to darken and the fires began to die, both sides falling back to opposing formations and camps. You landed at the field hospital, now fully set up with tents and member sof both sides running back and forth as they tried to provide aide to those in need, even a few guards on both sides standing ready to defend the location from their opponents should they attempt to take advantage of the wounded. handing off the final wounded you had been able to grab, you slumped against your jet bike as it vented its built up heat into the air, then shut down so it could recover as it hit the ground with a thud.

A feeling of accomplishment washed over you as you relaxed, and that boredom and disappointment you had felt inside you melted away just the slightest bit, as you thought of the spectacle of the battle and your own actions for the day. While you hadn't taken part in the war itself, the act of braving the storm to save lives was satisfying all the same. You were left to your meditative thoughts for a time, the camp far to busy to interrupt your break, until you felt a jab to your side that made you jump and yelp.

(Cont)
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>>4859228
A green skinned humanoid with a mane of golden leaves as hair stood before you, a spear in his hands as he looked you over like a predator appraising another. he crouched down and locked eyes with you silently, gazing at your chain blade with a single eye as the other was covered with a bandage. "You didn't fight." he said simply, sitting down in front of you as you maintained a slightly confused expression.

"uh, yea-"

"yet you protected the wounded." he said in another small burst of words, your expression shifting from confusion to slight annoyance at the sudden blunt interruption. You opened your mouth to speak again, only for a "You are odd." Took up the space you had unintentionally left in the conversation.

With his silence, and you waiting plenty of time and more for him to continue, you spoke "yeah, the battle wasn't really my deal, but I knew there would be peeps in danger of either the failing terrain or the other fighters." You said, leaning back against the still warm jet bike and striking the side compartment, it opening to reveal a small fridge filled with sodas and snacks. You grabbed one soda for yourself, then tossed another to the green humanoid. "So, recap over and done, what's your name?" You asked, opening your soda with a hiss and watching him carefully watch, them imitate you as he opened and drank in tandem with you.

he let out a hiss as the drink hit him hard with the surprising flavor, then sighed as he took another drink and lingered on it, before speaking "Acker."

"Nice to meet you. Mind letting me know just what the hey is happening here? You guys are kind of making a mess down below." you say, smiling as you see Acker take a shine to the drink.

"Dogs invaded. Say they deserve what's in the tree fort. We disagree." he said, bluntly and without unnecessary detail.

"...Do you deserve what's in there?"

"No. It stays there." He said, pointing to the main trunk of the tree in the distance "It was home to our Ancestors, both the dogs and ours. We leave it there, because it belongs to the ancestors. The dogs want what's inside so they can feel important." he said ruefully, before drinking again and returning to his neutral expression.

>Seek out a dog to maybe get their side of the story, as this conflict may be more complicated then Acker perceives it to be.

>Ask Acker to take you to his leader, to see what you can learn about the war and perhaps a way to end it.

>Ask Acker to take you to the tree fort, to see what's so valuable to warrent a war.

>Whatever is in that fort must be valuable, if it's caused this much commotion. Perhaps when Acker and the others are asleep, you could venture in and remove the temptation, bringing peace in your own unique fashion.
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>>4859231
>Ask Acker to take you to the tree fort, to see what's so valuable to warrent a war.
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>>4859231
>Ask Acker to take you to his leader, to see what you can learn about the war and perhaps a way to end it.
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>>4859231
>Ask Acker to take you to the tree fort, to see what's so valuable to warrent a war.
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>>4859231
>>Ask Acker to take you to the tree fort, to see what's so valuable to warrent a war.
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>>4859231
>>Ask Acker to take you to the tree fort, tell him of our journey to discover the lost histories of humanity
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>>4859231
>Ask Acker to take you to the tree fort, tell him of our journey to discover the lost histories of humanity
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>>4859118
>though she is way older than you.
Is that supposed to be an issue?
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>>4859281
(sorry for the wait, got called in early yesterday for work so didn;t have time to write. Will try to have a post out either today or early tomorrow.

>>4860105
nah, just an observation
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>>4862730
The fact that all of this was over some bauble or ancient artifact was surprising, appalling, yet also interesting all at the same time. With huamnity's spread across the stars and obtainment of various great works, the idea that some primitive object such as whatever lied within the Tree fortress was able to inspire this sort of zeal and passion sparked that explorers edge that had brought you here in the first place. Once both of you were finished with your Not! brand soda, you braved the possible repercussions and asked "Acker, would it be alright if you showed me what's in the fo-"

"No." he said bluntly, examining the now empty can with interested as he read over the various ingredients and dietary data.

"Come on dude, I won't take anything. Please?"

"Alright," he said, you letting out a whoop as he stood and began to walk. You stood up and went to grab your bike, but a wave of his hand stopped you " To loud. We move silently or not at all." he said, then continued on without waiting for you, forcing you to quickly lock the vehicle and set up it's anti theft before sprinting after your new acquaintance. He lead you through the now empty battle field, across the cloud soaked branches of the great tree that was likely feeding on some magical energy to have grown so large and complex, with the massive holes in the floor a hazard that Acker seemed adept at avoiding as you stayed in the path he left behind. He moved briskly, and though he didn't seem to be searching his peripherals, you could tell that he was far more aware of his surroundings than you could have been.

heading towards the trunk of the tree, deeper into the territory held by the other plant like humanoids, you could see a massive gate houses grown, not carved, into the side of the body of the impossible plant life. Passing by camps and dwellings that seemed to have been grown from the branches that housed many resting or relaxing plantlike humanoids, they all seemed to allow you to pass without a second glance as soon as they saw Acker leading you along, either have a complete trust in their ally or not feeling any threat in your presence. you chose to go with the former for the sake of your ego, staying close as Acker continued his silent progress to and eventually inside the massive tree.

Within, you quickly were shown various depictions of ancient heroes and figures adorning the walls in murals of multicolored leaves and fruits, creating artwork the likes you had yet to ever see.

First depicted was a feminine figures of pink, bearing a simple tiara like crown adorned with a blue gem. In her arms she cradled what appeared to be candy people, though in one hand she held a beaker of green and the other she held a dagger as she looked down on the creatures she held in her arms.

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next, was a yellow creature that seemed reminiscent of a magical dog, body stretching in impossible shapes that held back what looked like evil monsters at the edge of its mural. Within its spirals of limbs, you saw various castles and people, protected by his infinite reach.

next was a black and gray feminine figure with items of red and gray around her, a bright yellow sunhat adorning her head. On one half of the image what looked to be ruins and destruction, on the other an image of friends and life.

Next came a mural of blue and white that seemed to chill the room, the image that of a thin man leaping from the red jewel of a crown, worn by a elderly man surrounded by ice and skin of blue. His hands were stretched towards the sky, where in the top corner a silhouette of a red being could be seen.

All of these and more lined a grand hall, sporting various things you could generously call "Junk" and at worst seemed like actual garbage. But then you entered a large chamber, one placed in the very core of the tree, and dominating the chamber's center was a raised dias, in which three swords were impaled into. One sword was gold and seemed worn in battle, yet no closer to breaking than if had been freshly made. The second was a blade of red crystal in the vague shape of a cross, pulsing with power. the Third was a blade with the handle made of roots that seemed to connect with the surrounding wood.

Above this, was a mural of a human wearing the head of a bear, one side of his body possessing a single arm lifting a silver sword with a blue gem into the air, and the other side appearing to have an arm made of grass, a mechanical arm, a normal human arm, and one arm that was simply a flower.

At his feat, he stood upon an assortment of creatures. A creature of green fire and skulls, a tower like creature of many eyes surrounded by stars, a wicked looking candied king, the old blue skinned man from before, and many more monsters and villains of various shapes and size.

behind him, was the great tree, adorned with a imitation of his face. To his left was female of the plant like race Acker seemed to be who wielded a bow and conjured arrows, and to his right was a woman made of fire, wielding a microphone and a orb of fire.

"These are what they want. the stuff the ncestors owned." Acker finally said, gesturing not only to the swords, but to also the various junk lying around besides that. Musical instruments, weapons, armors, toys, kitchen appliances, all sorts of things as if this were more a museum than a proper fort.

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"They cannot remove it though. They have to stay here." He said, looking up to the mural of the hero, with particular interest in the bow wielding woman. "That is what she demanded. That is our one law." he said with a sense of resolution, before turning to you.

"To honor the fallen?" You asked, taken by the grand display of conservation at work here.

"No, to keep the seal in place." he said, causing your gaze to shoot to him questioningly. He shrugged before you could even asked "We don't know what is sealed or where or why. All that mattered is that it remain in place." he said, moving on without dwelling on those question.

"it was created long ago, and we will keep it in place for longer still."

Then the sound of a laser discharged went off, and went through Acker's back and striking the mural, igniting a few of the leaves. You spun round as you stood ready to protect the wounded Acker, seeing a trio of Dog warriors enter the room. "Grab the Viola! and the Red sword!" Their leader said, leveling a laser at you as the two others sported both an axe and a sword respectively.

>grab Acker and retreat, he needed to be saved after taking a shot like that.

>Charge the leader with your blade, intending to take out the only threat from range before taking on the two melee fighters.

>let out a roar alongside your Chainsword to try and intimidate them, and also alert the others of Acker's kind to the intrusion.

>Call your jet bike so you may mount it and fight from an advantageous position, and possibly run down the enemy on its fast approach.
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>>4864264
>>Charge the leader with your blade, intending to take out the only threat from range before taking on the two melee fighters.
>Call your jet bike
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>>4864264
>>Charge the leader with your blade, intending to take out the only threat from range before taking on the two melee fighters.
Say some fake shit "I WILL NOT LET YOU DOOM HUMANITY"
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>>4864264
>>let out a roar alongside your Chainsword to try and intimidate them, and also alert the others of Acker's kind to the intrusion.
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>>4864264
>Call your jet bike so you may mount it and fight from an advantageous position, and possibly run down the enemy on its fast approach.
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>>4864264
>Call your jet bike so you may mount it and fight from an advantageous position, and possibly run down the enemy on its fast approach.
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>>4864264
So this confirmed Huntress Wizard and Finn fucked. Hard.
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>>4864264
>Call your jet bike so you may mount it and fight from an advantageous position, and possibly run down the enemy on its fast approach.