Nuclear throne, ULTRA EXTRA SUPER DELUXE
Author's note: This story is the third part in the Austin Maurice chronicles, the previous part is Undertale yellow, EXTRA SUPER DELUXE
Hello, my name is still Austin Maurice and yet again, I have been brought back to explore another shitty haunted game, filled with various clichés and humor. so, without further ado, let's begin! So, I was an intern at Vlambear entertainment (before it shut down due to the employee bathroom exploded). On my last day, I found a USB in the toilet, with; "NORMAL GAME ;)" written in red crayon. The winky face was smudged with toilet water, so I didn't notice it. So I took the USB home and SLAMMED it into my computer. I opened it up to find two things on it.
- A copy of nuclear throne.
- A 25 yottabyte folder of Crystal r 34.
So, after jacking o- I MEAN PROCRASTINATING ABOUT WHAT TO DO NEXT, I chose the copy of nuclear throne. the game took three hours to open, So I listened to the Home depot theme bass boosted, Which caused me to get brain damage. After visiting my local brain wizard, I came back to find that the game had loaded. Suddenly I heard a "rawr :3" and a chill of pure horror ran down my spine. "Oh no..." I said, trembling violently. "It can't be the fabled furry edition...". To my horror, it was. Every character was an anthropomorphized animal and they were all doing the cha-cha slide, speaking in UWU voices as they did it. I almost puked, cried, shat, pissed, farted, sneezed, yawned, queefed, and nutted and the same time, but I controlled myself and tried to turn the game off.
Suddenly, I looked out my window and saw The megafurry approaching my house, arming it's furry cannon as it did. "HELP!" I yelled, praying for anyone to come save me. "HELP MEEEE!!!". Suddenly, A bunch of men in boiler suits abseiled through my celling and carried me away in a helicopter. "What?!" I exclaimed. Suddenly, I passed out, and dreamed of ponies frolicking across meadows made of marshmallow. "Wake up Austin" I suddenly heard. "Huh-!" I said, bolting up, only to discover I was strapped to a chair. A familiar-looking man was staring into my soul. He looked like Mr. potato. "Oh..." I said, suddenly remembering him. "You're that Greg dude from my last adventure!". "Indeed I am" he said. "So", I began. "What the fudge fracture do you want from me?". "Well Austin, it's time for an exposition dump!" Greg said, putting on his best storytelling voice.
THE STORY:
"Once upon a time, There was a big demonic looking fellow with hyper-realistic eyes. and his name was Mr. chucklebear. He is the one behind these games; the one who made the Ceroba feet mod, the one who sold Subnautica, SUPER DELUXE to the CEX and also the one who made that USB. He is the shitty entity responsible for all of the bad lost episode and video game Creepypastas. His goal is to destroy the world with shitty fictional stories. And now, he has almost got enough power to do so, so we, at the Trollpasta HQ, have to stop him. But Mr. chucklebear was too powerful for us. So now, we need you to stop him, Austin. Do you have what it takes...?" "Wow..." I said, my head spinning from the tale I'd just been told. "I guess I could try". Greg nodded and motioned to someone I couldn't see. "Very well then" he said. "You'll find the Armory on the right side of the southern hall. Equip yourself with our arsenal and you'll be instructed on what to do from there". "thanks" I told him, shaking his hand. He smelled like the average discord mod's chair, but I decided it would be unwise to tell him that. I headed towards the southern hall, pondering what I'd got myself into, and weather this saga would have a happy ending.
BUT I GUESS YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO FIND OUT HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH!!!! GUIAHUIPFJEAQIOFPJEOP:HJFNEAPO:(FJIAEW{F_)+*())AY&*()
TO BE CONTINUED...
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