Shredder
He/Him
41
December 25th
Spikemunth
Northeast
Wastrel
Rocket Beast
I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.
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Shred Zeppelin
PRISMATIC PENITENTIARY
POSTED ON May 8, 2024 17:25:33 GMT
[googlefont=Rubik Burned]Before you know it, the neverending cycle of this place has taken hold of you.
Wake up. Eat your mochi. Endure the humiliation. Get to work. Lift the rock. Fail to lift the rock. They're still laughing at you. Take your punishment. Wash off the blood. Head back to your cell. Sleep. Dream. Wander the neon city. Then, before you know it, you're waking up again.
Sometimes, others are humiliated instead of you. Sometimes, you're rewarded for your efforts. Sometimes you sleep on the cot, sometimes on the floor, and sometimes... Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes. It's all just sometimes, isn't it? But you are not sometimes a prisoner. You are ALWAYS a prisoner. As your perception of time blurs together into days and weeks and months and more, you start to wonder if you'll ever stop being a prisoner.
People rally around the strange creature in the centre of the Megalopolis. A voice in your beckons for you to seek it out. Lulu Flint tells you to believe in your freedom.
But you just can't.
Not anymore...
When you wake up on the supposed "last day of work", the weight around your neck feels surprisingly light. You find it easier than usual to drag yourself up to your feet, and easier to stand tall. Despite that, you slouch anyway. Not much worth standing tall over. Not yet. But that'll all change soon.
YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK.
As the cell bars slide open, you immediately march back over to the boulder, right where you left it. How long ago was it since you first tried to lift it? Since then, it's certainly gotten much smaller, bits and pieces chipped away by your effort and exertion. Still, it's big, and still, it's heavy. But today is your last day. This chance is your last chance.
YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK.
Your first attempt is pathetic. You hunch over and try and hoist it up, only to fail to even budge it.
YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK.
Your second attempt is better. You put more into it. More consideration, more strength, more care. You manage to pull it a few inches off the ground, but eventually, you're forced to put it back down.
YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK.
More. More consideration. More strength. But, less care. You don't care how badly it's going to hurt you. You don't care if it minces your arm like meat and snaps your back like a twig. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK.
And you do. Centimetres, then inches, then feet. As your muscles scream in pain, you slowly manage to pull the rock up to your chest, but that's where it ends. Your strength runs out and your body starts to fail. You freeze for a minute, arm trembling as it struggles to simply hold the rock in place. You can't do it. Not right now. But from this height, with enough force...
YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK.
So, sucking in a breath, you smash the rock down onto the ground.
It cracks.
It breaks.
IT BURNS.
A scream of agony tears its way out of your throat. It feels like an atomic bomb just detonated beneath your feet. The intense heat washes over you like a river of fire flowing towards the new sun. As the last of the burning pain leaves you, you fall to your knees, coughing and spluttering gasping for breath as you clutch your chest.
Something feels different. You don't know what. But you can tell...
Your thoughts are interrupted as the green dog's Toxic Chain smashes right into you. It's excruciating, made doubly so by the fact you didn't get the chance to recover from the prior blaze. Yet, it's not unexpected, is it? After all, that fucking mutt has never liked you. In a chain of "weak" links, it clearly thinks you're the weakest. It's always tried to hurt you, ever since the very start.
Perhaps that's why your Toxic Chain mutated in the way that it did.
In the split-second following the impact, your own Toxic Chain reaches down to sink into the hound's, like a parasitic worm burrowing into another parasitic worm. Strange lines like the ever-branching canopy of a tree spread out from its touch, flowing through the magenta organ like trickling water. Harmless, at first.
And then, they reached the nervous system.
Sharing is Caring: Through contact with the Toxic Chain, Shred is able to "share" his nervous system with another, allowing them to feel what each other feel - Namely, the overwhelming pain that is Being Shred Zeppelin.
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Lulu Flint
TL;DR - Shred loses hope, continues to hyperfixate, regains hope, breaks the rock, gets himself burnt but doesn't notice the orichalchum marks (yet), gets ownzoned by Okidogi but unfortunately for him he fell for one of the classic blunders!!! ··
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