Downcast Days

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“I think he’s waking up.”

“Good. Hopefully he recover-“

Witness snatched his ukulele and began swinging wildly at the prophet and his headless servant. In blind anger, he struck the blue man with his ukulele, the blunt force of the instrument shattered the faceplate of his crown, sending the rest of the fragile helmet into the ground, smashing it into pieces. The prophet flung his javelin into the witnesses chest with deadly precision. The javelin sent him flying, And with a loud thud, the witness was pinned to a wall, a sky blue javelin puncturing through his stomach and through his back. The servant moved in with his spear, preparing to finish the attacker, but was stopped by the prophet.

“What is the meaning of this, I saved your life!”

There was a pause, then the witness began yanking at the javelin, attempting to free himself.

“Don’t try that, dislodging that thing from your stomach will only cause you to bleed out.”

The witness kept pulling.

The prophet sighed.

“I could behead you right now,” the prophet boomed, his tone confident and finalizing.

“But there’s something different about you.”

The witness stopped, not in curiosity or awe, but in defeat.

“That event, it… scrambled your mind. You cant think. You probably aren’t even interpreting these words, but-there’s a chance that something in there is still working. After all you’re alive, just not… breathing…”

He glanced at the mans oxygen system, whirring and clicking as it repaired its fractured structure.

“You see, there was a man that stole the prayers of the worlds. He used the prayers to manipulate thousands. And when he learned there were people who hadn’t prayed before, he was furious. He used them as puppets to try and kill them. But they were bested. He was confronted, fought, and slain. Now, he is dead.

I believe you had prayed quite a bit. So much, in fact, that when he was slain, your mind had so many prayers that the departure of them scrambled your mind.”

The witness reached for his ukulele, but couldn’t grasp it.

The prophet realized this and gently pushed it into reach of the witness.

The witness look up.

He looked back down.

He then yanked the javelin out of his chest, unsticking him from the wall. He grabbed the ukulele, and, taking the prophets words into accountability, stabbed himself in the exact same spot and ran off.

The prophet shook his head and sighed.

“You have much to learn.”

After the death of Resident mind, a lot had changed.

Thousands were either scrambled or just killed entirely.

From here, maintaining Peacock city would be extremely difficult without the help of bloxxerman, but it was no matter.

Peacock city was a wasteland.

Hundreds wandered the streets of the metropolis, cars were crashing across the city and the streets were flaming. They watched as the man in blue surfaced with his spear and the pieces of his broken crown. In sheer anger, as he began walking towards the elevator for Peacock Peaks, they became aggressive and started charging at the prophet, however, he was prepared for this. He channeled a heavy strike, launching them backwards and stunning them. The elevator doors shut and the elevator began rising.

The prophet looked through the elevator window and into Peacock Peaks.

Thousands of people were slumped over, lifeless bodies scattered throughout the city like snow.

Others wandered the streets without thought, randomly smashing windows or banging on doors.

The prophet had no idea that Resident Mind controlled its people to this extent.

“What have I done?” He muttered under his breath.

Once he surfaced, he found but one scrambled man up at Peacock Peaks, whom he dealt with quickly.

The man lunged forward into the elevator.

The Prophet Clicked the -100th floor (downcast days) and dodged the attack, out into Peaks.

Instead of landing on the prophet, the aggravated man smacked his head face first into the elevator wall.

The door slammed shut, and began lowering the man into Downcast days.

Prophet walked over to wear the invader had slain Equinox, but, quite obviously, found nothing as his body had disintegrated into ash after his death.

Wait a second…

Was that an elevator?

The elevator doors opened and a huge blast of purple came with it. It knocked the prophet backwards and staggered him.

“FREEZE!”

Odd. A scrambler that could not only talk, but shoot a gun.

And accurately.

The prophet looked over at the attacker.

“What brings you to attack me?”

“Hm, I’m not sure, maybe the fact that you slaughtered over half of the population of Peacock city by killing their prayers?”

The man looked different.

He had a cowboy hat, a rifle and in his right hand, a cannon attached to his left elbow and a bunch of odd, purple grooves splashed onto his gray suit.

He was missing an eye.

Prophet knew that this man was not scrambled. He had shot the prophet in the single spot that would send him flying backwards like that in less than a second, and only having a single eye?

This man was not scrambled.

His deadly precision and ability to talk was too much for a scrambler to handle.

The prophet began to stand up, but the man pulled up his rifle to the Prophets head.

“Don’t try anything.” The man warned. The prophet was not fazed. He walked over to his spear and picked it up.

“I have slain the man that stole your prayers. Do you think you can best me in a fight?”

The man pulled the trigger on his rifle.

…

There was silence.

Then, in swift, but calm fury, the prophet slashed the attacker with a flurry of stabs. He summoned his servant to fight with him. The attacker executed a backflip and aimed his cannon.

The prophet launched his javelin, which plunged into the vestiges chest. However it oddly did not knock him back. the servant stabbed the attackers back and hoisted him up for the prophet, who charged a heavy strike. However, he intentionally swung the spear just out of reach.

“Checkmate,” the Prophet said with a sarcastic edge.

The servant pulled his weapon from the attackers back, dropping the attacker to his knees. The attacker fell over.

The prophet caught the man in his arms.

“Are you alright?”

The man grinned.

“Never better. I just got sliced into diced by your spear, impaled by your javelin, and backstabbed by your servant. Maybe I’m weak, but I’ll live. You’ve earned my respect, blue person.”

“You can call me prophet.”

“Alright then prophet, the names vestige.”

I have no idea if I’ll finish it but who cares, this is pretty awesome unfinished too

he’s supposed to be standing on top of that thing over downcast days, but it’s really difficult to see because I didn’t have enough room to show the cliff.

time taken so far: 40-50 minutes?

program: Sketchbook (ipad app)

The sunny day's sobs bereaved the dawn snap, Witness crying and clawing until his fingers were also crying, but with a viscous red liquid instead. Blood. Witness's tears were shrouded by the darkness and teardrops of the clouds, playing a masquerade party where he is one of the multitude. Witness looked up and to minor avail saw Bloxxerman far up.

Witness's sight tightened and he was drawn aback to move away, not wanting the shockwave that would soon emanate from the Bloxxerman's fist cuffing the floor to hit him. He decided to pull out the leftovers of his burger from earlier and gnaw on it for healing.

"Thanks, Gnom," The Witness uttered, drawling out a lengthy exhale afterwards.

The skies lamented harder, as if they knew a fight was about to shatter and fray everything. A cumulonimbus cloud sparked a line, causing a long strand of electrical heat to spider web across the sky. The Witness sparked his shield and got ready for impact.

Then, the dreadful Bloxxerman made impact.

the asrtisn spawn into the downcas day map (peaCOCK peacks wasnt important)

then the enmy is void watcher

without hesitation void watcher summon is minion

the artssisimanan summon the turet to distract the minon

also astirn use ranged attack to attack void wacther

emrald lacer spawn into the battel but he dont land a hit on the artisstisn because he slow

the enmy dies

and then

boom the bluilderman boss

artissnajksdnkasdauiws spwn turet and shoot the boss (builderman)

bilderman dies

the end

Mangled Monoliths

The stage is placed on the top of a shifting, hexagonal tower made of blue slate, with the ground in the arena being composed of tiles that constantly move either left or right like a conveyor belt. In the background, dark slate hexagonal monoliths can be seen, constantly rising and wrapping around whenever they go up. The skybox is a dark blue sky, with orange mountains in the distance.

The stage comes after Downcast Days and before Mirai Mirror.

The Enemies are all based off of Roblox surface types: Studs, Smooth, Glue, Universal, Inlet, Weld, Motors, and Hinges. Enemies rise from the ground when spawning (similar to the summons made by Void Watcher), and are engulfed by a pillar of light when destroyed.

The boss of the stage is a classic roblox avatar holding a Neon Black Cube.

Color Variants

Twisted Tops - Blue --> Red.

Altered Alps - Blue --> Light Grey.

(Also, feel free to write enemy/boss ideas in the comments)

Starlight Duke More Like Starlight PUKE

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IT'S LITERALLY SO GOOD, I DEALT SO MUCH DAMAGE THAT BLOXXERMAN COULDN'T EVEN GET INTO HIS FINAL PHASE