I stroll up to Robert Bear's village sanctuary. He is waiting for me. The ladybugs and moths had told him that I was coming. He smiles, and I take a step backwards, confused. He looks up to the sky and closes his eyes for a moment. I consider engaging the agro, but it's too late ...he is summoning the power of nature to his aid.
"COME AID ME BEARS AND GENTLE CREATURES OF THE FOREST."
In an instant 100s of bears and animals come rampaging at us from every direction. I stand my ground and furiously punch the torrent of stampeding animals.
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The air is dusty. As the dust settles I see Robert walking towards us. There are dead animal corpses, bones and entrails everywhere. He appears to hover over the carcasses. He is angry.
He points at me. I am scared. With the flex of his arm every tree on the supergrid combusts and bursts in to piles of twigs and sawdust. The air around him seems to vibrate, the tiles under him render themselves in to void. Boulders, stumps and log cabins appear to rise from the ground and float upwards ..not unlike dragon ball Z.
I am ready now.
He blasts up in to the air and rockets down towards me with a clenched fist. I jump out of the way just in time. The impact of his fist hitting the ground opens a level 5 mine. Gold and silver gush out of the minehole. The sheer force of his fist appears to have instantly smelted the ore.
Robert blasts up through the ground and begins running towards me. I run towards him as well, there is no turning back. As our fists strike one another the force sends us flying backwards, I land 25 minigrids away on a sandy shoreline.
As I stand I notice the water appears to be moving. Robert is redirecting the rivers of hearth with only his will. I am swallowed in to a massive tidal wave.
Years pass. The ground has mostly been stomped to dirt. There are no plants, no rocks, no animals, only dirt. Craters of void tile are commonplace. The world is deleting itself.
I am naked now. Clothes, among everything else have ceased to exist. Few survivors are left, burnt out hearthfires graze the land like artifacts of the world that once was. I stand before Robert, with no stamina. I am starving and down to my last unit of SHP.
He walks towards me. I accept my fate.
With one last breath I raise my fist and look up. Robert smiles.
Suddenly he dissapears, and reappears several feet away from me, still walking. What is he doing?
Now he is walking in place right infront of me. Is he mocking me?
Confused and weak, I stand there in awe. Robert vanishes.
I know what must be done. I toggle my tracking sense and pull Roberts musk from the air. It is heavy and strong. I call upon the help of my friends, some of the last hearthlings who exist in this world.
It takes all 5 of us to summon Robert back in to existance at his hearth fire. He stands there ...motionless. I begin punching him frantically. My friends engage combat and follow suit.
Days pass. Roberts body lays on the ground before us, we are still punching him. Three of my friends have died from punches, not before their arms are mere stumps. Only two of us survive with concussions and broken limbs. Roberts skin is like stone. Suddently the sun breaches the cloud cover and with one final punch, Roberts skull cracks under the force of my knuckles. A poorly drawn wisp of what appears to be a bear soul floats out of his body.
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I have done it. I have killed Robert Bear.
But at what cost?
Story Credit: DDDs, Endora, Giygas
Title Credit: Mvpeh