Mar 23, 2024 17:36:34
⊛ The Final Boss ⊛ SWC Cabin Wars March 2024
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Violet put down her pencil and yawned. Then she smiled. Their cabin war was complete! She got up tiredly to submit the words. But something was wrong. She smelled smoke.
Of course, she told herself. It's cabin wars. Everyone is setting arson on enemy cabins… The screams grew louder.
They weren't happy screams, playfully yelling at others for their arson crimes. They were real screams.
Something was wrong.
Violet dashed outside to find utter chaos. A huge, black dragon reared, and roared. Sparks sprayed everywhere, and the Dystopian Ruins was set ablaze. People were screaming and running in all directions. Violet turned to see the word war building fall over into the flames. Campers, leaders, and… wait, where were the hosts?
Everyone but them were holding frying pans, shooting bows, dragging or carrying injured friends, or just weeping into the fire. Violet froze as she saw a figure fall.
As she ran toward her friend, she heard the dragon roar again. There was something familiar about that roar… she pictured a sweet, small, squeaking, harmless turtle.
No.
She came to a stop at her friend, fearfully shaking her. “Faith! Do you hear me? Wake up!”
Faith stirred and felt her elbow. Violet wiped off the blood there, not taking her eyes off of Faith or the surrounding battle.
Faith woke. “What-”
“Faith, what's going on?” Violet cut across her.
“It's… him. Gurtle.”
“What?” Violet asked, looking up at the huge black dragon. Just beyond the fierceness, she could barely see a small, cute, but now menacing stare she knew so well. “No… it can't be…”
'But it is.“ Faith said, sitting up and wincing. ”Didn't you see it, Violet? All the links he ate, all the mangoes he stole… we should have seen it coming.“
”We have to stop him.“
”Yes… That's what we're trying to do…"
Violet watched everyone working together to stop the beast. First place, she realized, didn't matter anymore. They needed to work together.
As she and Faith grabbed frying pans and headed toward battle, Violet suddenly felt a stab of pity for Gurtle. She tried to fight it, but something, perhaps her love of strange beasts, and all animals, when you think of it, swallowed her once more…
She helped Faith drag bodies from the fires, clasping hands and finding friends, desperate to know they are safe.
She barely noticed when Aurora, Poppy, Chuey, Silvi, and many others joined them, armed with frying pans and arrows, but little hope.
It was when the Gurtle-monster let out another roar it triggered it. For it sounded, only to Violet, like a little squeak.
As the last shaft of roof of the Main Cabin fell into the flames, it seemed to let out a shriek. A sigh. A bellow. And Violet knew, though she hoped beyond hope she was wrong, that if they continued this, there might be no more SWC next July. And no them either.
“STOP!” Violet bellowed at the top of her lungs. Everyone went deathly silent except the dragon, who roared again and set the Sci-fi Database on fire.
“It's just… he's still in there!” Violet tried to explain. “Instead of k-k-” She could not say the word. “-killing him, w-we can… I dunno, get him back! Whatever this Balrog thing is, he was taken over our mascot- our friend- Gurtle! He's not himself! Gurtle wouldn't do this to us!”
“But maybe he would, Violet.” Chuey said rather harshly. “He's eaten way too many links, and…” Chuey shook her head, but Violet knew that she was held, slightly, onto the possibility Gurtle could come back to them…
“Yes,” Faith said, surprising them all. “I think… I think we can. We… can get G-Gurtle back. We can destroy the Balrog that took him over.” She looked around. “If we work together we can.”
“Yes.” Poppy said. “We can do this!”
“We have mangoes! And frying pans!” Aurora said.
“I think Gurtle likes arson mangoes.” Bookie said.
“Is there something Gurtle doesn't like?” Snowy asked exasperatedly. Chloe nodded in agreement.
“Maybe there is something the Balrog doesn't like.” Nova suggested.
And with that, everyone began to plan.
To bring the hosts back. To bring Gurtle back. To bring SWC back.
Working together, they could do anything.
Violet put down her pencil and yawned. Then she smiled. Their cabin war was complete! She got up tiredly to submit the words. But something was wrong. She smelled smoke.
Of course, she told herself. It's cabin wars. Everyone is setting arson on enemy cabins… The screams grew louder.
They weren't happy screams, playfully yelling at others for their arson crimes. They were real screams.
Something was wrong.
Violet dashed outside to find utter chaos. A huge, black dragon reared, and roared. Sparks sprayed everywhere, and the Dystopian Ruins was set ablaze. People were screaming and running in all directions. Violet turned to see the word war building fall over into the flames. Campers, leaders, and… wait, where were the hosts?
Everyone but them were holding frying pans, shooting bows, dragging or carrying injured friends, or just weeping into the fire. Violet froze as she saw a figure fall.
As she ran toward her friend, she heard the dragon roar again. There was something familiar about that roar… she pictured a sweet, small, squeaking, harmless turtle.
No.
She came to a stop at her friend, fearfully shaking her. “Faith! Do you hear me? Wake up!”
Faith stirred and felt her elbow. Violet wiped off the blood there, not taking her eyes off of Faith or the surrounding battle.
Faith woke. “What-”
“Faith, what's going on?” Violet cut across her.
“It's… him. Gurtle.”
“What?” Violet asked, looking up at the huge black dragon. Just beyond the fierceness, she could barely see a small, cute, but now menacing stare she knew so well. “No… it can't be…”
'But it is.“ Faith said, sitting up and wincing. ”Didn't you see it, Violet? All the links he ate, all the mangoes he stole… we should have seen it coming.“
”We have to stop him.“
”Yes… That's what we're trying to do…"
Violet watched everyone working together to stop the beast. First place, she realized, didn't matter anymore. They needed to work together.
As she and Faith grabbed frying pans and headed toward battle, Violet suddenly felt a stab of pity for Gurtle. She tried to fight it, but something, perhaps her love of strange beasts, and all animals, when you think of it, swallowed her once more…
She helped Faith drag bodies from the fires, clasping hands and finding friends, desperate to know they are safe.
She barely noticed when Aurora, Poppy, Chuey, Silvi, and many others joined them, armed with frying pans and arrows, but little hope.
It was when the Gurtle-monster let out another roar it triggered it. For it sounded, only to Violet, like a little squeak.
As the last shaft of roof of the Main Cabin fell into the flames, it seemed to let out a shriek. A sigh. A bellow. And Violet knew, though she hoped beyond hope she was wrong, that if they continued this, there might be no more SWC next July. And no them either.
“STOP!” Violet bellowed at the top of her lungs. Everyone went deathly silent except the dragon, who roared again and set the Sci-fi Database on fire.
“It's just… he's still in there!” Violet tried to explain. “Instead of k-k-” She could not say the word. “-killing him, w-we can… I dunno, get him back! Whatever this Balrog thing is, he was taken over our mascot- our friend- Gurtle! He's not himself! Gurtle wouldn't do this to us!”
“But maybe he would, Violet.” Chuey said rather harshly. “He's eaten way too many links, and…” Chuey shook her head, but Violet knew that she was held, slightly, onto the possibility Gurtle could come back to them…
“Yes,” Faith said, surprising them all. “I think… I think we can. We… can get G-Gurtle back. We can destroy the Balrog that took him over.” She looked around. “If we work together we can.”
“Yes.” Poppy said. “We can do this!”
“We have mangoes! And frying pans!” Aurora said.
“I think Gurtle likes arson mangoes.” Bookie said.
“Is there something Gurtle doesn't like?” Snowy asked exasperatedly. Chloe nodded in agreement.
“Maybe there is something the Balrog doesn't like.” Nova suggested.
And with that, everyone began to plan.
To bring the hosts back. To bring Gurtle back. To bring SWC back.
Working together, they could do anything.
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