Mirai Mirror

What the hell happened here?? why is the grass actually GREEN?

All you need is: Both of blood's upgrades, and spamming blood potions tenfold near the bottom or any bot you choose. Melee bots will constantly heal themselves however, and I think you can make the bots deal 300% damage if they are at low health and you just used all three potions near them, it's absolutely OP. You can just sit back and watch and any enemy that locks onto you, you can make that enemy follow you until one of your allies starts attacking the enemy that's following you. (Keep in mind you can also simply heal yourself if you take a lot of damage or heal your allies if their health is dangerously low, the life potion explosions will also stagger nearby enemies.)

But you can generally just sit back and relax and watch your allies do all the work while only needing to boost their damage again every once in a while!

specifically war etude

btw i dont mean the hats, i mean the specific hat an enemy is based on.

c.runprogram

>Running diagnostics...

>time: 00:00:00:00:00:00.0001

>software version: myth0.0.1

>structural integrity:

>arm.right stable

>arm.left stable

>torso.base stable

>leg.right stable

>leg.left stable

>head.base stable

>core stablity: 100%

>tempo: 14

>used memory: 1 kB/2,147,483,647 YB

>tasks completed: 0

>All systems operational.

>Activating main intelligence structure...

>MISv1 active!

>Loading tasks...

Tasks:

-Construct ►▪◅►▧▪.

>Unsuccessful.

-Register Current Time

>The current time is 00:00:00:01:06:23.0057

-Explore and document environment

>Successful.

>Captured 21.6543 hours of footage.

-Register ◤◢◵◱◹

>Unsuccessful.

Comments: Hello World!

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)

(Drifter backstory)

The average noob looked up from his beginning of being a laughingstock. He glared at the sunrise from afar, his face tight. He turned around to see the world's prayers drawing its eyes down his face. The noob got chills from this, backing up with a tinge of fright and quiver in his stance. He looked down over the edge of the cliff that he was upon. Down there was a cave, if he had the aerobic mentality to, he could get away.

The white orb advanced on him, closing options of any. The noob backed again, his foot caught air and he fell, twirling down. He looked for a root or something to grab. A root was apparent at his hand and he clasped it, clambered to the cave and hid. The Resident of Minds vaporized the entrance, making it impossible to escape. The noob did not fret. He walked through the cave and found a sword. A katana. It was a bit old, but still on a pedestal, waiting for its owner. The noob took it to defend himself from the entity outside. He cleared his throat quietly, murmuring, "I need to learn this weapon."

So he trained for as long as he possibly could before getting hungry. He pulled his katana out and started to slice and cut at the rock, hoping for any kind of success. It did not affect the rock in any way. Not even a budge. He took a breath and looked down dramatically. His eyes closed and he held his sword down. His soul would soon be the sword itself, depraving himself of a life in the process. However, his life did not disintegrate. He saw through glassy eyes the truth around him. Nothing was the truth; everything was surreal. He channeled his anger into every thrust of his newly colored blade, yelling with every swing until he broke the rock that confined him. He then stared down at the glistering water of death.

He opened his eyes and stared at the sunset. It was time for sleep. He did not abide, no. He looked at the moon and inhaled, making it sharp and abrupt before the inevitable. He jumped, then just drifted away, as lifeless as the truth of the surrounding world that confined him to a bed of water and rocks. Until eventually he would discover the mirror.

The mirror of lies.