Clockwork Knight
Arcane
Maybe I'll hijack the BLOBERT dicksucking appreciation and just post that fanfic I made a while ago
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20/jun/2025
I popped all the moles to be able to reach this room, except one. I'm saving that one for myself, if things become too grim and dark and I get cornered.
-Augustus
21/jun/2025
I managed to pull another survivor inside with me. He hit the door desperately, begging me to let him in. In his fear, he almost fired at the lock, forgetting that cover cannot be destroyed. When I opened the door just enough for him to enter, I entered 3rd person view on my cybervisor and leaned against the doorframe to see if I could caught a glance of what attacked us, and I finally understood the gravity of the situation.
The Diseased Worshippers of the Dark Prince, Lo. They don't seem to speak in a coherent manner; instead resorting to yelling his name over and over, apparently as their battlecry. I had only heard rumours about them, but none matched reality. I knew they turned their fallen enemies into on of their own, by means of the virus they all carry in their bodies. I knew that being touched by one would taint one's sould irreversibly. But I could never imagine they could act in such a large group, and with such animalistic ferocity. It looks more like a swarm than an army.
-Augustus
22/jun/2025
He's severely wounded, and I have no medical supplies in this room. The monsters are smart; they took over the infirmary, right from under our noses. The sight of a creature respawning right in front of you...this wasn't supposed to be. It can't be natural. This must be the gods' way of punishing us for forgetting about the Holy Trinity. He's waking up. A part of me is happy he's in that state, here with me. At least, I have someone to talk to, maybe I'll forget for a minute that we're in hell. Ha.
-Augustus
23/jun/2025
Dead. My comrade, my bro. He begged me to finish him; he would rather die by the hands of a friend than in the clutches of one of these things. I had to pop his mole, after activating the Friendly Fire Mode on my pistol. Resolute, but still scared, he screamed at the last second; the virus wouldn't take kindly to such a display of willpower, and tried to force him to lunge at me, contorting his mind as well as his body. His fist clenched, in a twisted parody of a brofist. I think the dead soldiers' corpses I saw outside were the same way. Had I not put him out of his misery, it would now resemble the beasts' claws even more.
-Augustus
24/jun/2025
I've been observing my comrade's corpse for a while now. I wonder if the reason for that unsettling death grip is that in their last act of desperation, they curse at the gods for letting such a fate befall upon them.
-Augustus
25/jun/2025
It's over now. I can hear their claws scratching at the door, their horrible cries getting louder. I can only pray I have the courage to pull the trigger befo
11/JUL/2025
DEAR (NO HOMO!!?) DIARY
LOLOLO I HOPE YOU DONTM IND THAT IS TOLE YUO FROM YOUR PREVISOU OWNER, I THINK HE WAAS A FAG ANYWAY!!!?!
TODAY WAS ANOTHER GOOD DAYY, ME AND MY BROS ARE STILL PLAYING OUR HALOATHON, BROTHELLO IS WINNINIG GOOD FOR HIM!?!!?
ANYNAWYA ME AND MY BROS HAVE NEVEERBEENS SO HAPPY I HOPE THI SLASTS FOREVER??!
PRAISE LO
PRAISE LO
PRAISE LO
LO
LO
LO
-BROGUSTUS