Mar 23, 2024 23:00:40
⊛ The Final Boss ⊛ SWC Cabin Wars March 2024
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The Conclusion
Aurora was exhausted. They’d been following Poppy around for a while now, yelling at just about everyone to help somehow, someway. And now…
They looked up at the sky as Jim Flabsdz soared over their head, the immortal sky dragon pirate scooping up a piece of what used to be the Main Cabin and hurling it at Balrogurtlegon, who staggered a bit, reacting with a deafening roar. Saturn Peeles came next, telepathically lifting motivation mangos and procrastination potatoes, hurling them at the beast. Although he started off eating them, there were just too many, and he collapsed, but not without sending out another blast of hellish flames, causing chaos as the previously celebrating campers began to bolt out of the way.
Aurora was split from the rest of their cabin, tripping over a fallen tree from where the Tragedy cabin used to lie. They let out a whimper and scooted away from it as it caught flames, glancing around for any safe place. Deciding on the Sci-Fi cabin, which was partially made of something that was at least slightly fireproof, Aurora fluttered their wings, landing on the roof, turning to watch the mascots battle. Campers had also begun to take up weapons themselves, running towards the black-scaled monster, screaming their best battle cries. Aurora slumped onto the roof, far too tired to keep going. They had tried a few arrows, and a few frying pans, but they just weren’t working, and now they were just ready for all of this to be over.
Luckily, hope had begun to arrive.
Smarlls slammed his horns into Gurtle, who was struggling to get back on his feet with the campers and Benny beginning to clamber on his back. They had swords, frying pans, maces, bows, even pieces of what used to be their beloved cabins… Aurora almost felt bad for Gurtle. They were very aware at the destruction they had caused, the amount of fear and anger that had boiled up within them and everyone else… they had heard people scream and cry, watched plans fail, experience those who brought up their fellow campers with poems and stories…they were all writers after all.
Yet, a piece of Aurora still hoped…that Gurtle would be okay.
The ground erupted into flames, campers fleeing as the Balrogurtlegon let out a deafening roar. Aurora saw Benny fall off his back and into the fire, and Smarlls bolt out, rolling on the ground to douse the flames. The monster stood up once more, visibly exhausted, but he wasn’t finished yet. He wouldn’t stop until every single camper was gone.
Aurora felt a drip on their head.
Looking up, they saw the clouds above the camp. They assumed it was just smoke and ash caused from Gurtle’s reign of chaos, but it was actually real rain!
As it began to pour, Gurtle let out a weak roar, the rain sizzling against his scales. *Of course,* Aurora thought. *Water puts out fire. It’s in every video game!* The ground became cool again, the red of the landscape fading into brown. The red pulsing between Gurtle’s scales started to fade, the metal under Aurora’s hands cooling as they got drenched. With the beast weakened and the fires extinguished, the mascots returned, the campers beginning to cheer their names as they rushed at the monster one final time.
“Smarlls!”
“Saturn!”
“Benny!”
“Jim!”
Gurtle tried to breathe out fire, only coughing out smoke, before getting pinned down by Jim, Benny giving him a harsh pinch. Smarlls dug his horns into his scales, and using whatever space magic they could wield, Saturn blasted him with a pulse of glowing white and yellow energy.
Gurtle fought, trying to run away. Aurora frowned and flew down, being called over by Violet, Faith, and Poppy. The group had made a plan that could save Gurtle, and were ready to execute it.
“GURTLE!” They called out, holding up mangos. Aurora saw a bit of the turtle they loved as the dragon turned to look at them. “It’s okay…” Aurora whispered, approaching him. “We don’t want to hurt you anymore…just stop destroying everything…please…”
The other mascots stepped aside as the weak Balrogurtlegon opened its mouth to eat the group’s mangos. They gently lobbed them into his mouth, and he consumed them slowly, before beginning to evaporate, his massive form becoming smoky and fading away. Aurora put a hand over her mouth. Were they losing him?
When the smoke cleared, the mascots and the four campers crowded around what remained. A Very Exhausted Gurtle laid there, beginning to fall asleep. Aurora smiled and scooped him up, before turning to the rest of the campers.
They held the sweet little turtle in the air.
The camp burst into cheers.
And high above them, on their thrones, the tyrants began to awaken…
Thriller || 800 words || ~16000/15000
Cabin Wars Final Boss Complete
(I hope)
(Please hosties I’m begging you I’ve tried too hard to fail now)
Aurora was exhausted. They’d been following Poppy around for a while now, yelling at just about everyone to help somehow, someway. And now…
They looked up at the sky as Jim Flabsdz soared over their head, the immortal sky dragon pirate scooping up a piece of what used to be the Main Cabin and hurling it at Balrogurtlegon, who staggered a bit, reacting with a deafening roar. Saturn Peeles came next, telepathically lifting motivation mangos and procrastination potatoes, hurling them at the beast. Although he started off eating them, there were just too many, and he collapsed, but not without sending out another blast of hellish flames, causing chaos as the previously celebrating campers began to bolt out of the way.
Aurora was split from the rest of their cabin, tripping over a fallen tree from where the Tragedy cabin used to lie. They let out a whimper and scooted away from it as it caught flames, glancing around for any safe place. Deciding on the Sci-Fi cabin, which was partially made of something that was at least slightly fireproof, Aurora fluttered their wings, landing on the roof, turning to watch the mascots battle. Campers had also begun to take up weapons themselves, running towards the black-scaled monster, screaming their best battle cries. Aurora slumped onto the roof, far too tired to keep going. They had tried a few arrows, and a few frying pans, but they just weren’t working, and now they were just ready for all of this to be over.
Luckily, hope had begun to arrive.
Smarlls slammed his horns into Gurtle, who was struggling to get back on his feet with the campers and Benny beginning to clamber on his back. They had swords, frying pans, maces, bows, even pieces of what used to be their beloved cabins… Aurora almost felt bad for Gurtle. They were very aware at the destruction they had caused, the amount of fear and anger that had boiled up within them and everyone else… they had heard people scream and cry, watched plans fail, experience those who brought up their fellow campers with poems and stories…they were all writers after all.
Yet, a piece of Aurora still hoped…that Gurtle would be okay.
The ground erupted into flames, campers fleeing as the Balrogurtlegon let out a deafening roar. Aurora saw Benny fall off his back and into the fire, and Smarlls bolt out, rolling on the ground to douse the flames. The monster stood up once more, visibly exhausted, but he wasn’t finished yet. He wouldn’t stop until every single camper was gone.
Aurora felt a drip on their head.
Looking up, they saw the clouds above the camp. They assumed it was just smoke and ash caused from Gurtle’s reign of chaos, but it was actually real rain!
As it began to pour, Gurtle let out a weak roar, the rain sizzling against his scales. *Of course,* Aurora thought. *Water puts out fire. It’s in every video game!* The ground became cool again, the red of the landscape fading into brown. The red pulsing between Gurtle’s scales started to fade, the metal under Aurora’s hands cooling as they got drenched. With the beast weakened and the fires extinguished, the mascots returned, the campers beginning to cheer their names as they rushed at the monster one final time.
“Smarlls!”
“Saturn!”
“Benny!”
“Jim!”
Gurtle tried to breathe out fire, only coughing out smoke, before getting pinned down by Jim, Benny giving him a harsh pinch. Smarlls dug his horns into his scales, and using whatever space magic they could wield, Saturn blasted him with a pulse of glowing white and yellow energy.
Gurtle fought, trying to run away. Aurora frowned and flew down, being called over by Violet, Faith, and Poppy. The group had made a plan that could save Gurtle, and were ready to execute it.
“GURTLE!” They called out, holding up mangos. Aurora saw a bit of the turtle they loved as the dragon turned to look at them. “It’s okay…” Aurora whispered, approaching him. “We don’t want to hurt you anymore…just stop destroying everything…please…”
The other mascots stepped aside as the weak Balrogurtlegon opened its mouth to eat the group’s mangos. They gently lobbed them into his mouth, and he consumed them slowly, before beginning to evaporate, his massive form becoming smoky and fading away. Aurora put a hand over her mouth. Were they losing him?
When the smoke cleared, the mascots and the four campers crowded around what remained. A Very Exhausted Gurtle laid there, beginning to fall asleep. Aurora smiled and scooped him up, before turning to the rest of the campers.
They held the sweet little turtle in the air.
The camp burst into cheers.
And high above them, on their thrones, the tyrants began to awaken…
Thriller || 800 words || ~16000/15000
Cabin Wars Final Boss Complete
(I hope)
(Please hosties I’m begging you I’ve tried too hard to fail now)