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plants vs primeapes [c]
POSTED ON Mar 17, 2021 0:26:33 GMT
Oscar loved it when things just sort of worked out. Here he was expecting the cultivation of his festival carrot to be a chore, only for Cillian Quinn to swoop in and save his sanity. That's a true friend for ya, always there to help you through tedium. Oscar couldn't imagine something worse than gardening, yet he began to look forward to hiking up Mt. Pyre to tend the plots. It gave him a grand opportunity to bond with Gavin, a gift he shall never turn down.
Yet today was different, for as they arrived at the home of their carrots they would be met by disaster. A band of pugnacious primates were feuding on their garden! The fucking nerve of these wild assholes! Oscar glared slack jawed upon the sight, dumbfounded by this sour luck. He was so focused on the battle that he nearly didn't notice the boulder heading their way.
Luckily Gavin did, and pulled Oscar to safety. He landed with a thump, scooting a bit more behind their cover before peeking out. Oscar shook his head, "Fucking hell, that's some shit luck. What are we going to do?" Oscar looked to Gavin, his heart sinking through his ass when he saw the miasma. "Oh shit."
A darkness began to cover the graveyard, which seemed to not hinder the monkeys one bit. Oscar watched Gavin's corviknight descend upon their intruders, shivering at its majesty. The miasma made Oscar uneasy, seeing it in person was like watching hell open up in front of you. Yet Oscar quickly got over his fear, after all the wielder of this horrific fog was on his side.
He pulled out his own pokeball, throwing it down to release a Bisharp. This Bisharp was like no other, covered in black crystal armor and wielding a long crystal lance. The black crystal crown on his head shined even within the fog, announcing his noble presence to all. Oscar pointed toward the monkeys, "Get them the fuck off this mountain." King nodded, seemingly ecstatic at the chance to have a proper brawl. King ran in, his lance beginning to spin like a drill. The miasma empowered his strike, delivering it upon a raging Passimian. Yet the impact of the Drill Peck went much further, sending multiple primates flying clear off the mountain.
This was gonna be cathartic.
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