Bloxxerman

Hey

I love making this joke with bald characters

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(I got lazy)

If anyone plays Daybreak

I can't be the only person seeing Bloxxerman and Ghost getting along because of the whole "disappear into the ground, pop up, and scare everyone half to death" thing

(image was taken in silly brawl)

I’m dying.

Bleeding out from the inside.

Why did I come back.

Why did I come back to this place.

What the hell.

12 apples.

25 apples.

47 apples.

98 apples.

112 apples.

138 apples.

114 apples.

72 apples.

65 apples.

10 apples.

1001 apples.

Zero apples.

No apples.

None.

Depression.

Sadness.

It keeps cutting deeper.

No apples.

Need apples.

Starving.

Starving to death.

I need help.

I need help.

I need help.

I need help.

I need help.

I need help.

I need help.

Help me.

Help Me.

HELP ME.

GET ME OUT.

NO MORE APPLES

GET ME OUT

how long does it usually take for Bloxxerman’s final nail attack to kill you? I tried on Hours difficulty and it seems like for a host with 100 health, it takes 12 seconds, but I feel like I might’ve counted wrong or that it could differ depending on where you are.

(Prophet sighed, pulling his spear from the chest of Fiend Rider, knowing the dreaded fight would begin.)

(Ronin Alpha began to surface, calling Goliath Omega with him.)

(With dull eyes, the prophet watched as the colossal drifter rose to the surface)

(Ronin thought the distraction worked.)

(He was utterly wrong.)

(Prophet dashed to to side when drifter leaped into the air and tried to slice him, quickly reacting and throwing a javelin straight at Ronins chest before he had the opportunity to parry, knocking him into Goliath Omega, who felt nothing.)

(Removing the Javelin from his chest, he tossed it on the ground, and it exploded, sending him backwards.)

(He was better than this.)

“You are weak today, Alpha.”

“It’s about time you attacked, outcast!”

“If you would surrender the Light Beneath Closed Eyes, I would not kill you.”

“I WILL NOT LET YOU OBTAIN OUR PRAYERS!”

(Goliath Omega raised a fist and smashed the middle of the raft, shaking it and staggering the prophet, who recovered to see a blade swinging at him, cutting straight through him milliseconds later.)

“THIS IS FOR BLOXXERMAN!”

(Ronin alpha charged at Doomdestine, impalinng him with the butt of his blade, lifting him off the ground and slashing him backwards.)

(Landing on his back hard, he recovered and slammed his hands together with his spear in between them, and he began to heal)

****

“You were reckless, Ronin Alpha.”

(Blood trickled down Ronin’s head. He looked the prophet dead in the eye.)

“My fight may be over, but yours will never end, even if you kill him.”

(Prophet could have sworn he saw red glinting in the eyes of Ronin Alpha while he was dying, but he couldn’t be sure.)

14 minutes earlier:

(The man poked his eye out across the Downcast Days, spotting a man in blue attacking the creator of his home. He seethed in panic, grabbing his ukulele and gripping it in case the man in blue turned the corner. He heard a loud bang, and turned to see Bloxxerman sinking to the ground. A portal opened, then the prophet walked through it, teleporting him to someplace else. Ronin alpha fell down to Downcast and the man hid himself. While Ronin Alpha mourned, the man waited. When Ronin Alpha was gone, for some reason, he waited, until he thought it was safe. He dug through where Bloxxerman lay. He could only see a glimpse of red before he felt a searing pain in his mind.)

(Screaming in pain, he stumbled around thrashing as his eyesight was blocked by globs of black. He fell to the ground, fainted, his oxygen systems pumping, trying to save his life.)

(He awoke, and the first thing he saw was the man in blue.)

The thief was born into existence, floating on the water. He was afloat for nearly a day when he spotted something in the distance. But the thing got closer to him, not Vise versa.

“There’s another one!”

“We need more room, Dammit!”

“We need Bloxxerman to finish the realm!”

He was taken aboard a raft of bricks, discovered by Ronin Alpha himself, the first drifter. The raft was overcrowded, but not for long. Bloxxerman returned a day later and announced the creation of Peacock City, a massive utopia fit for 2000 people. Ronin Alpha sent half the population to the city, including his own deputy, but not this man.

He was angered by this.

That was the spark which would light a wildfire.

And rather quickly, at that.

After praying, the man fell to slumber, and cast to a vision. He was in a room with glowing tiles lining the walls, and a square hole in the center of the roof. Suddenly there was a loud hissing.

Then one question was asked that would shape the realm to be very ugly.

Ḑ̷̱͈̜̱̘̯̱̝̪͙͈̺̬̱̏̒͌̓̿̈̕͝ŏ̵̢̙̠̣͐̀̇͛̇ ̷̛͚͇̯̰͚͉̈́̾̾̒̉̑̐͘͝͠͠y̶̡̢̟̱͚̫̎͛͂̈̐̍͋̊o̵̫̟̽̆̆͆̀͂̃͂̓̿̈̍̃͛̏̓̓͐̕͠ǔ̸̡͈͓͚̠͕̭͖̦̰̱̙̲̣̙̐̓͐͛͛͘͝ͅ ̶̨̖̟̓́͂̎͋̊͂͗̕w̷̧̧͍͕͍̝̖͍̱͚͙̖̙̦̗̓̓̀̅̏̄̆́̃̈̓͗̀͗͌̍̕͠͝ͅͅa̵̡̯̠̜͙͖̬̩̲̯̫̎́̇͛͌̓̒̾́̾̈́̃͝n̶̡̧̞̘͕͇̩̘̝̪̦̯̮͒̾͑̔͊̈́͘t̷͚̂̓͆͆̈́̓͆͌͘ ̴̧̻̬̣̟͖̀͌̈́͌ͅt̴͖͙̪̗̲̙͙̳̽̾̔̊̅͐̾́̎͛̌͜͝͝͠ͅǫ̴̗̘̟̺̹̣̪͍̳͉͓̰̒͜ ̶̰̦͔̖̗͓̳̯̪̺͖͍͔̘̣͎͗͂̿̋͗̄̿̈́̿̚ͅͅr̴̘͚͎͙̟͓͓̿͂̊ư̴̡̨̡̛̛͍̫̺̟̟͔̳̜͕̖̩̗̳̜̞̬͋͂̅͂̆̋̇͗̄̍͒̏͜͝͝l̴̯͚̪̼̝͍̃̌̂͐̈͋̉̏͗͐̄̌͊̏̌̒̿̚͝͝͠ḙ̵͓͕̔̓̄̇ ̷̣̱͇́͑̿͒͒̈͑͆̚͠h̵̡̛͕̘͖̪̬͌̏́͐̂͆́̈̈́͋͊̒̈́͗̔͘̚̕͠͠ī̵̧̨͉̭̬̯̣̪̤̥̠̪̣͇͉͍̫͈͜m̴̱̲̠̗͓͖͇̺͚̻̃͂̔̈́̓́̓̈͌?̶̧̧̢̟͔̦̮͔̟͎͉̤͇́̊́̉̍̀ͅ”̴̙̳̰͕͚̞͔̝̮̘̲̅

it was hard to hear, but he could make our what it was saying.

"I wish to rule the realm," the man said.

I̶͚̲͉͓̦̝͈̠̹̝̙̞͉͑̏͜ ̷̛̦̣͔͚͉̙̂̃͒̈̎̔̓͛͗͊̕͝ẘ̵̤̟͖̟̼͙͖͌̽̀̃̈́̆̇̕͝į̶̛̻͙͓̻͖͈̣̗̕ĺ̷̹̯̺͕̲͎͎͈̮͎̗̖̬͕̒͗̆͆͒̽̊̂̐̿͗͝l̶̡̢̨̤͉͔͕̬̪̀̐̌̑̀̆͘͝ͅͅ ̸̛̳̗̬̤̘͖̩̦̗̥͈͆͌͐̎̊͗̋̑̂̄̕͜ͅͅs̶̛̥̗̞̼̠͇̼̫̳̿́̃̓̋̃̉̊́̈́̕͝ͅę̷̥͖̟̼̜͖͉͕̱̀̅̏̀̓̈́͐̑̕n̴̫̺̓̎̓͑̍͘͝͠d̴̢͎̞̊ ̴͓̝̑̐̀̀̿͑͆̀̅̕̚͝͝h̴̛̠̮͐̈̈́͝ḯ̶͍̝͍̘͈̬̘̙͗͜ḿ̴͕̯̮̤͙̟̟̘̣̝͕͉͍̅͆̃͌̿͊̊͜ ̸̨͇̻̺͌͗̔̆̈́̔́̌͘̚͜͠ţ̸͍͖̩͍̖͍̠̟̠͇̬̙͒̇̇̑̚õ̵̟̬͍̮̱̤̮̦̦͎̣̭̘̃̅͂͘ͅ ̴̬̱͚̓̽͠ͅs̷̛̛͍͙͙̖̙̬̪̱͂̊͋͆͜͝l̷̢̫̥̐̆̎́̒͘̚u̸̹̾͝m̸̙͔͔̉̎̓͛̈́̆͗̔̃͂ͅb̶̡̞̰̙̰̫͍̘͍̏̈́̏é̴̢̢̡͔̼͕̲͇̻̫̤͕͔͓͐͛͛́͋̅͋͑͜r̶͇̜̣͇̬͓̭̹̝͈̥͎̀͊̀̽.̶̢̧̫͓͍̜̙̭̮͉̖̘̊̎͊͌́̈́͠ ̵̢̗̖̠͉͛̀͐̃͊̐͋͜͝T̷̨̛̬̠̯̦́̃͆̿͐̌̉̈́̽̑͝ȏ̶̢̥̭͖̭̲͎̯̳̳͓͎̺̃̓́̄̾̓̃̽͗̾̈́̈́͜͠͝u̵̢̢͚̰̰̦̖̬̙͓͕̘̥̽́͗̓̀̑͛̕c̴̝̀̍̅̔̋̾̍̀̆͘h̷̦̀͋̆̈́̽̍͆̇̀̿͘ ̵̢̣͉̙̀̒ẖ̴̢̨̱̙͕̈́͊̽̄̈̑̈́͋̈̚͜ĭ̷̛̫͙̘̹̬̹͙̖̞̗̥̿͐͂͒͛̑́͊͒̌͠s̷̛̩͎̘̟̲̝̘̘͎͍͉̗̰̿́̈́͑̃̄͊̂͒̕͝ ̵̡̨̡̺̥̹͓͈̲̟͉̪̪͌̔̎̏̆̓͋̃̆̾̈́̕͜b̸̧̰̻̬̙͓͓̣̄̉a̵̧̙͚̱̻̲̒̾͗̀̾͘̚͝c̸̝̰͕̖̾ͅķ̸̘͕̮̲̙̉̽̐̄͗̀͌̒̄̇͒͂ ̴̥̖̝̪̹̬̼̗̠͈̩̀͜w̴̨̖̤̩̓̂͊̔̐̔̈́́͑h̴̠̭͖̼͗ȩ̴̣̬̦̥̹̖̻̺̠̹̠̠̠̯̈́̓̂̌͛͂͝n̶̳͇͙̎̏̀̌͜͝ ̶̟̜̟̫̬̅͜ͅh̴̹̫͉͙̙̺̻͈̤̠̖́̀̅̕͝e̴͖͖̘͔̪͓̅̉̆̀̄̀͐ ̴̗̆͛̐̋͠͝ĩ̷̢̡̬̤̘̙͙͍̝̦́͌̽s̴͕̄͂̍̂͊̂̚̕ ̷̢̢̛̠͕͎͕̫͇̘̜͕̝͍̦̂̒͊̏͌̊̆̑̆͌̀̚͜͝à̸̧̢̭͓͓͕̠̘̥̱̜̖͉̇̅͛̇̈́͋̐̎̃̄̈͘͠s̵͇͌̏̄̒̆l̶̹͖̣̗͊͋̑͘ẹ̷̢̛̺̬͙͚͖͒̾́̄͌̉̀̈̽͝ḛ̵̭͇̗̲̬͉̞̰̖̻̼͗̀̾̄͑̿͒̉̇͘͠͝p̵̧̬͖͕̠̠͈̖̮̜̺̪͙̑̽͆.̴͍̖̱̹̹̘̠̯͔͖̤̹̎̂̍̈́͊͝͠

He awoke, and found the Ronin asleep. Touching his back, he was suddenly transported to the room.

T̷̡͈̦̫͙̰͕̰̻̖͓̘̥̩̹̹̾̊́̾͐̀́̎͐̾̓̋̊̌̋̑̓̚ͅǫ̴̮͙͍͙͕̗͇̜̠͓̗̩͕͈͆u̶̖̼̪̥͒̈́͊̂̆́͒̏͠c̶̡̡̙̣̫̗̬̤͙̹͎̜̞̭̉͌̓̅̈́͂̎̈́͌̚ͅh̴͕̭̺͌̿͑̍͐̄̿̈́ ̷̡̭̻͐̎̂͒̿͠ͅt̸̢̞͔͓̩͓̜̭̟̹͇̖̐̈́͋̂̇́̅̒̂͜ḩ̴̥̼̞̹͉͉̖̝͓̼̱̦̗̹̯͔͎̽̅̀͐̏e̸̢͔͉̮͚̬̯͚̳͗͂̂̋̓͐͊̀̉̈́̅̏͊͘ͅ ̶͎̬̜̣͕̖̗̯̑̕ļ̷̛͍̭̮̳͔̘̰̳͚͎͓̝͚̣̹̓̊̄̀ị̴͚̥̋̊̉g̵̩̮̙͖̋h̵̝̮͇͈͖͙͇̻̞̰̹͎͉̪̟̋͂͆͜ͅt̶̨̢̧̲̪͍̞͇̯̤͎̜̟͙͕̫̅̄͐̄͂̅̄́̉͌̿̈́̈́̀̂̕͝.̷̬̮̱̜̙̣̊̊͋̕͜ͅ

The man touched the light.

The pain was unbearable.

He felt like he was burning from the inside.

Everything was white.

More of the tiles were absorbing themselves into him.

The pain got worse. He felt like he was dying.

He expected to explode.

But he opened his eyes, and found himself on the raft, not laying down, nor standing up.

He was levitating.

Holding out his hand, he saw himself, glowing a bright white. He surged his energy toward his hand, and it suddenly fired a beam at the floor. He joined the energy into a ball, and launched it, then it split into more.

He smiled.

He gathered all of the energy and launched it from his hand, sweeping over the raft, incinerating many drifters. He pointed his hand out toward the ground. A beam of light exploded onto the area he pointed at. He pointed at five spots, and they all got hit. He lay down his hands on the ground. A ring of energy blasts formed around him. He gathered hundreds of orbs in his hands and sent them a flying in a cascade, but Ronin alpha blocked them.

His invisible grin grew even wider when Ronin alpha finished his attack. He fired a hyper beam at the drifter, but to his amazement, Ronin Alpha parried every pulse, then sent a pulse back at his face, flipping him over and onto his belly, knocking him unconscious.

He awoke, yet this time he awoke on top of the room. He realized his powers were gone, but he was still levitating and glowing. He pulsed down to the room, still floating, and conjured all of the orbs to him, then absorbing them, with a sensation that felt amazing. He realized that whatever had spoke to him had given him the power to conquer the realm.

But how would he escape?

Suddenly, he turned to see Ronin Alpha, glowing white, but shooting the power to a tile.

The thief was angered by Ronins past actions.

Gathering all of his energy, his dispersed it in a different way, flinging a giant, exploding sphere at the distracted drifter, injuring him. It ricocheted back at Ronin Alpha , but he was ready, doing the unimaginable.

Did he just parry the explosion?

And just like that, Ronin Alpha was gone.

The more that people prayed, the more powerful he became. He was bored, so he one day created an instrument he named the piano, a source of entertainment, but also a deadly weapon. Suddenly Ronin Alpha appeared, and dueled him, slamming him against the wall, the touching a tile and disappearing. The thief shook with anger. So, to quench it, he created more instruments, like a Violin and drums, but he preferred the piano above all. He made his own theme, an epic orchestral song he would use to intimidate his opponents, if any were to come. He discovered that he could gaze down on the now completed realm. He could become a clown of the people in the realm. And yet one caught his eye. A green drifter with duel sabres cutting down his enemies. He was slain by an archer, but another drifter appeared with a blue spear. He watched he watched in awe as the man threw a javelin at ronin alpha, who was staggered, which killed him. Then he touched Romin Alpha’s back.

The thief realized what was happening.

He pulsed down and gathered his prayers. When one hit the drifter, it would hurt him. Instead of absorbing the energy, he tried to blast the intruder with the beam, but kept missing. Splitting the energy into to spheres, he sent them flying in circles, then threw them to the ground, causing a massive upheaval, then firing beams at the man. The thief had enough, and sent a circle of beams around him before slamming a piano in the middle, but the intruder dodged. Screaming with fury, the thief cloned himself and fought in his ways. When he was bested, he blasted the enemy in his normal state. But he was killed.

When was he created?

Why was he created?

Why was he sent to death on a pink sea with dangerous creatures lurking below?

No one knows.

Ronin alpha was born into a state of survival, floating about the ocean, until he grew sick of it.

So he created a new skill.

Drifting.

He tested his theory, over and over, if he forced all of his weight to his legs, he had enough strength to control the water around him. The more he did it, the easier it was to control water.

Until he could control the water from a mile away.

While he was drifting, he one day came across an Adon, a deadly creature with claws that would drag its victims to the bottom of the sea.

Drifter pushed him away with the water, but with no use. The creature swan through the tide and dragged him down.

How did he survive?

Just another mystery.

Later he came across a metal object in the sea. Pulling it out, he took water and compressed it around the metal object and formed it into a sharp blade. He named it the Katana, and made it his own, pulling colored objects out of the sea. He squeezed the colors out onto this katana, leaving it to dry In his hands.

Months passed.

More time passed.

And more.

Nothing happened.

How long has it been?

The drifter was sick of it. So he decided to dive through the depths of the ocean. Pushing the water out of his way, he plummeted far down, before he found something truly strange.

It was some sort of solid object that was big enough for him to stand on.

It felt very nice yet weird to be able to stand on an object and not constantly move the water below you.

He dragged it to the surface with water and had the water keep it afloat. Letting the object drift itself while he could relax for the first time in his life.

Ronin’s life was lonely for quite a long time, and he would constantly cast his raft across the water.

That’s when he found equinox.

One just like him, floating through the sea, unconscious, the same yellow skin, blue shirt and green pants. Almost like a clone, but this one was faceless. The drifter dragged him out of the water and onto the raft. The person he had dragged out began to cough, and awoke. Naming him his deputy, he was trained in the art of drifting. Soon he would come to drift too.

More appeared.

And more.

And more.

Soon, he had thousands, and he needed someone to expand.

They were tested in their creative arts, and one came to arise as Bloxxerman.

Bloxxerman created Peacock City, and Ronin had many live there, including his own deputy.

Yet the time would come for a rogue to arise.

Ronin alpha had a ritual he would do, he called it praying. And after he prayed, he closed his eyes, and there was light. Only he could access it.

Or so he thought.

One day he stored a prayer the room of light, but he fell to slumber. A drifter with the rebellious spirit came to find his chance. Touching Ronin Alpha on the back, he was transported to the room.

Ronin alpha awoke to screams and pulsing energy. He opened his eyes and found a glowing white drifter, levitating and blasting other drifters with spheres of light. Ronin alpha grabbed his katana and slashed the thief in the back, then dashed under and sliced his head, but that only grabbed his attention. The thief spread out his hands and fired a flurry of orbs in orchestrated lines and sent them flying in every direction. Parrying each and every one, ronin alpha leaped at the thief and sliced down 3 times, before the thief fired a hyper beam while Ronin Alpha parried in a cascade of swings, then sent the last pulse flying back to the thief, knocking him unconscious. Ronin alpha absorbed the thief from his prayers, then closed his eyes, and launched them back to every respective positions. He opened his eyes, and expected to see the rebellious thief, but he was gone.

Ronin alpha closed his eyes once more to pray, but was interrupted by a Coalescence, blasting straight toward him. Only then did Ronin Alpha see that the thief had taken not just his prayers, but the worlds prayers.

A Resident Mind, An all powerful being.

This entity was no longer the thief, it was the conscience of the prayers. The thief was used by the prayers so they could be mortal.

The prayers wanted the world to be destroyed.

Ronin alpha, fearing the prayers would attack again, trained his deputy to become Equinox and his most loyal, to become Goliath Omega. Dueling the prayers once more, he gained enough magic to do this, forging the Illumina And darkheart, and the rest of the magic would go to Goliath Omega to grow him to be as colossal as possible. He gifted Bloxxerman an enchanted scroll and hammer, giving him immense power and faster build skills. With this power he invented Downcast Days below the sea. Whilst he and Bloxxerman were debating expansion of Downcast Days, Bloxxerman suddenly interrupted Ronins argument and concluded the debate, leaping into the river.

No. No no no no no.

Ronin alpha found Bloxxermans body, sunken in the depths of sand of Downcast Days. What caused this?

He thought he knew the answer.

Greed.

Someone after him, so they could enter the room and steal the prayers.

They were at Mirai Mirror.

He rushed to the surface to find scattered bodies of drifters he had trained, and saw a glimpse of blue on the raft. Calling Goliath Omega to the surface, he fought the enemy, but he too fell.

Nothing stopped Prophet from obtaining the prayers now.

Bloxxerman was a humble man, polite to everyone, and had a very creative spirit. He heard of the legends of the first drifter, the gifts he gave, and the guardians he trained. So, he created a realm of downcast and the Peacock city. Peacock city was the highest point of his realm, while Downcast Days was the lowest, extending to the east of the city, deep under the first memorable realm, the Mirai Mirror, knowing full well of the warrior that would protect it. The only way in was to reach the very top of Peacock City, where there would be a portal that would drop you to the ground of the realm, or you swim through the oppressing waters of Mirai Mirror.The realm was peaceful, with a solid cloud above it, filtering the Mirror’s water into rain. One day, while Bloxxerman and Ronin alpha were discussing the possibility of an extension to Downcast days, word was spreading that an Invader was attack the realm. Once Bloxxerman caught wind, he immediately concluded his conversation and summoned nails around him to plummet him to Downcast Days, only to see a blur of blue instead of the green he expected, yet he saw the body of the one he expected to fight.

No one lasts long against the Prophet.