BUuahhhhhahhh
Spitting out a record-breaking loogie and adjusting his star adorned cerulean robe, Zach the Wizard Lizard went about exploring his newfound abode.
With its insanely high cost of five mana, Trebble had quite a few expectations for his newest summon. That was before all of his hopes were dashed in a yellow-tinted glob of spit.
A spell-slinging intelligent sage would have been nice. The dungeon could have even made good progress with a wizened old man. There was a myriad of common dungeon tropes that could have possibly exploited to expand the growth of his dungeon.
While looking cute doing it!
There were hundreds of possible things that could have been summoned with the name, Zach the Wizard Lizard.
So Imagine Trebble'ss surprise when a two-foot robe-wearing lizard waltzed in from god knows where picking its nose with its own tongue. Trebble watched in horror as his newest creation took its clawed finger and shoved it wrist-deep in its other unoccupied nostril. Rummaging around a bit before exiting with a suspicious purple goo, Zach the supposed Wizard Lizard gave his newfound treasure a good lick before shoving it into a glass bottle labeled " Extra-Efficacy Potion of Strength".
Seeming pleasantly surprised after noticing the nearby glowing moss, the Wizard Lizard sprinkled a bit into the bottle before squirreling it away.
Oh god no.....
Trebble prayed for the fool that drank that purple booger potion.
Noticing his creator's disgust, the Wizard Lizard sent another thick yellow tinted loogie in Trebble's general direction.
Ew, Ewww, EWWWWW...
Yea no, at that moment Trebble realized that the storm drain Lizards weren't so bad after all.
Yea they were rude city slickers through and through, but at least they didn't shove rainbow moss down the front of their robes. Nor did they tell their creator to go shove a &@^$#^ up their $#&^#$ the moment they walked into reality. Well.... Trebble was pretty sure that the storm drain lizards hadn't started cussing out their mothers seconds after crawling out of their eggs.
Although to be honest he hadn't actually seen any of the storm drain lizards give birth... for all the dungeon knew the damn things could be biologically engineered clones.
Giving Trebble another thick glare while munching on some random rocks that he found nestled near the corner of the storm drain, Zach opened his mouth to release what Trebble could only describe as the thickest and only Texas accent he had ever heard in his life.
" Damnnn cItY sLiCkingggg Dungeon Core bull-s*#@, no appreciation for country medicine, "
Struggling to understand anything that came out of the bipedal lizard's mouth Trebble decided that the effort outweighed the headache.
As long as Zach defended his core Trebble would put up with the Lizards antics.
Sensing a change on the street above Trebble quickly took the excuse to leave the Wizard Lizard to his own devices only to miss something extremely questionable.
Picking up a used cigarette that was floating through the storm drain, Zach ground it up and mixed it with some nearby reddish glowing moss and a bit of liquid he sourced from the nearby Magic Mikes Magical Moss spray bottle.
Giving his eyeball a good scratch, Zach looked around and noticed a small storm drain lizard sunning itself in the light of the dungeon core.
- Zach The Wizard Lizard - has encountered - Storm_Drain_Lizard_Serial_Number_232134 -.
Option 1 - Zach can offer any creature capable of learning the chance to learn magic. Every spell that he teaches the dungeon gets .2 Dp and Zach furthers his understanding of Lizard Wizardry.
Option 2 - Zach can offer power to any creature capable of receiving it. Every time he empowers a creature he himself gets a small boost and the dungeon gains .3 Dp.
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Walking up to his nearby cousin, Zach bent down and offered the mixture to the little guy.
" Yall want some pOwEr !!! "
Annoyed the little Lizard hissed at Zach only to get captured by the Wizard Lizards' mighty grip.
" Damn generation 232134's. I got a high-quality Wizard Lizard concoction here and yew doesn't want it? Back in my day, I would kill for such a thing! "
* HIISSSS
" If you want an all-natural remedy, I can take this finger of mine and shove it up yer #&@&#$^! Now eat !!! "
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+ .3 Dp
Hmmm, that was weird.
Pushing aside that strange trickle of Dp, Trebble focused his attention on a small red and white mushroom that was slowly struggling to grow its way above the layer of trash that covered Thirteenth Avenue. There wasn't just one either, in total Trebble counted a good five of the small shrooms bravely fighting to reach the neon lights.
Scattered about Thirteenth Avenue the small red and white mushrooms brought some much-needed life to the lifeless trash-covered floor of thirteenth Avenue.
It had been a hot minute or two since Trebble had bought them but that made their appearance all the more exciting to the dungeon core.
Zipping around from shroom to shroom, Trebble gave each one a look over and giggled in joy as the small little redcaps slowly used the ample amounts of trash as nutrition. Each one leaving a small dent in the ocean of garbage.
It wasn't much, but it was progress.
Progress towards a cleaner and more presentable Thirteenth Avenue.
A Thirteenth Avenue that didn't make Trebble want to go hide in shame.
As long as those mushrooms continued growing nice and strong they would eventually clear Thirteenth Avenue of its trash problem !!!
+.3 Dp
Now that strange... Random Dp income was really something concerning.
About to fly down to his Storm Drain to make sure Zach wasn't doing anything too crazy with the place, a familiar stomping sound soon filled Trebble's ears.
Looking around Trebble saw everything able to move completely clear out Thirteenth Avenue.
Mr. X ??
Gone in a puff of black smoke, leaving behind but a strange ringing noise.
His Clients ???
Desperately attempting to drag their inebriated selves down past the rusted signpost that marked the end of Thirteenth Avenue and the start of actually maintained neon lighting.
The few gaunt-looking figures scavenging for food ???
Well, they just finished up the scraps of whatever leftovers they were chewing on and ran for their life.
That one guy that somehow got covered in a pile of trash and just managed to free himself ??
Yea no, he just decided that spending a few more hours under trash was less harrowing than experiencing what was to come. Trebble watched as the trembling figure buried himself under a pile of abandoned robotics while chanting prayers asking the Lord for mercy.
Hmmm...
You know something very suspicious was going on...
Feeling a slight tingling in the back of his memory Trebble tried to remember what felt so familiar about the whole situation.
Déjà vu
Season Twelve of Lorolines Drag Race ??? No... Nothing that controversial, he didn't see any predators with a sugary name within a twelve-mile radius.
The Canadianz Version ??? Not that horrendous either. As far as Trebble could tell there weren't any rude judges around either.
There was just a familiar feeling permeating his dungeon, and Trebble couldn't just put his finger on it.
A large amount of panic, the onset of claustrophobia, the sounds of hundreds of shoes stomping along the ground in an eternal unholy melody, and an overall sense of dread anticipation, and that growing sense of regret for every single employee, unfortunately, working at a restaurant.
It was shockingly similar to the morning rush hour earlier in the day.
Hmmm.....
Oh no...
O &$^#@ !!!!
If there was a morning rush hour, did that mean there was an evening rush hour ???
Turning to his attention to the edge of his domain Trebble saw it.
A mass of flesh, blood, sweat, tears, work attire, and yoga pants. An unholy human collective, made up of anguished souls each trying to outrun each other in their desperate attempt to fight for a spot on the first hovertrain home.
Trebble saw it in their eyes. An unholy unrelinquishing desire to get home and blackout drunk as fast as possible after a hard workday.
Trebble almost felt some sympathy for their poor souls, at least they weren't able to crush Billy this time.
But what about his mushrooms.
O @@#&%$^ !!!! His Mushrooms !!!!
NOOOO THEY WERE GOING TO CRUSH HIS MUSHROOMS !!!!
Watching the mass of flesh make its way onto his street Trebble just held onto the small hope that none of the humans would step onto his trash devouring shrooms.
A hope that was shorty crushed after a well put together man in a toasted plumb suit, accidentally stomped on one of the five shrooms while biting the wig off of an elderly woman in an attempt to make it to the front of the crowd.
- Little Shroom - Has Encountered - Billy Bob -
- Billy bob can step on the shroom receiving a small speed boost +.2 Dp
- Billy Bob can avoid the shroom gaining a small boost to luck +.1 Dp
+ .2 Dp
After stomping on the mushroom without an ounce of hesitation the man that went by the name of Billy Bob was instantly propelled a good five hundred feet ahead of the crowd he was once a part of.
A feat that was undoubtedly noticed by a few keen eyes as quite a few fights broke out amongst the crowd in an attempt to stomp on one of the strange mushrooms.
uahhhhh !!! Leave my Shrooms alone !!!
+.2 Dp
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+.2 Dp
Think happy thoughts... Think Countrysides, with nice rolling hills and decent human beings... Think about heroes with their swords and plot armor. Think happy tho....
+.3 Dp
WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT DAMMED LIZARD DOING !!! DIDNT IT SEE HE WAS HAVING A MOMENT !!!!