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Re: Castle Iwaku - CHAPTER 8
The marshmallow was one thing but when Inari transformed them into cuffs it had turned into something entirely different. They truly were their prisoners. Zypher walked along the front of the group, turning corners and winding deeper into the caverns as Inari dictated, the sounds of the crashing waves slowly fading in the distance.
As they walked it gave him time to think about the events surrounding the circumstances that Iwaku was in upon his arrival. It's just been one disaster after another! I get here and my space-pod is broken, I meet someone that wants me to go with him to meet this Rory person but instead I get stuck with Faramond who is totally incompetent and then we meet Aki and Aya, who seem to be good enough people but they're in a refugee camp and then we go into the ruined city, get attacked, get attacked AGAIN, GET ATTACKED AGAIN, and now we're prisoners, well this is a big happy pile of crap! Zypher sighed, Well look at the bright side, you've met some interesting people and you're not just wandering through the forest anymore.
"Oh by the way Inari, you think I can at least get my gun back into my holster? Without it I feel kind of naked." Zypher asked, looking over at Inari, who had his gun. He noticed the woman that hadn't really said anything take off her hood. Well that's interesting... He was about to open his mouth when they came to a chasm, the center of which had a bridge spanning to the other side. Without much thought Zypher began to edge his way out onto the ledge, looking off to the sides to see how deep it was.
"So about that king of yours, why isn't he defending his castle? If I were king I'd be fighting up there to the last breath, especially if he's as powerful as you say he is." Zypher sighed, looking to Inari as well as his companions.
The marshmallow was one thing but when Inari transformed them into cuffs it had turned into something entirely different. They truly were their prisoners. Zypher walked along the front of the group, turning corners and winding deeper into the caverns as Inari dictated, the sounds of the crashing waves slowly fading in the distance.
As they walked it gave him time to think about the events surrounding the circumstances that Iwaku was in upon his arrival. It's just been one disaster after another! I get here and my space-pod is broken, I meet someone that wants me to go with him to meet this Rory person but instead I get stuck with Faramond who is totally incompetent and then we meet Aki and Aya, who seem to be good enough people but they're in a refugee camp and then we go into the ruined city, get attacked, get attacked AGAIN, GET ATTACKED AGAIN, and now we're prisoners, well this is a big happy pile of crap! Zypher sighed, Well look at the bright side, you've met some interesting people and you're not just wandering through the forest anymore.
"Oh by the way Inari, you think I can at least get my gun back into my holster? Without it I feel kind of naked." Zypher asked, looking over at Inari, who had his gun. He noticed the woman that hadn't really said anything take off her hood. Well that's interesting... He was about to open his mouth when they came to a chasm, the center of which had a bridge spanning to the other side. Without much thought Zypher began to edge his way out onto the ledge, looking off to the sides to see how deep it was.
"So about that king of yours, why isn't he defending his castle? If I were king I'd be fighting up there to the last breath, especially if he's as powerful as you say he is." Zypher sighed, looking to Inari as well as his companions.
Dotted on rooftops, the Hijackers watched as their Noob subordinates cheered and danced. Their expressions were hidden behind veils and their eyes ever calculating, as if even the victory celebrations were part of a careful design. The Hijackers dispersed themselves with a joint intent, a little more human than the Spiders and a little less savage than the barbarians - the bridge between gods and mortals.
The Trolls were wielding banners and great torches of fire as they lumbered through the streets. They roared in dumb delight, barking curses at the buildings they passed. Some were even dressed in tattered costumes - dragons, vampires, werewolves. They tried to dance but their bloated bodies merely waddled and stumbled. It was like an obscene parody, their roars becoming discordant song. 
Around them ran the Spammers, darting this way and that with whoops of delight. They had armed themselves with spraycans and were daubing grafitti on any surface they could find. Words, slogans, noobspeak and curses - the roads and walls were soon covered in scrawl, their parade leaving nothing unsullied.
At every street corner, the Flamers gathered to combine their power and send great fireworks into the sky. The beams went up and exploded in showers of flame, sometimes spelling out words of filfth and slander. The more zealous ones violated the peace treaty, dragging Iwakuans from their houses and setting them alight, laughing as they ran burning through the streets.
In the town squares, the Pimprats made similiar violations. The soldiers captured from the Castle and the South Gate had been wrapped in chains, and as their souls were leached away they were made to dance like puppets. Other Noobs gathered, laughing, jeering, throwing spoiled food at the dressed-up effigies of Iwakuan heroes. 
And around the landmarks of the city, whole choirs of Deviants were preparing the main event. As the celebrations reached fever pitch the Deviants screamed in chorus and began to stretch and fracture the monuments. The Bridges, the University, the Gardens, the Statues - everything was warped and perverted. 
