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We just went.
We took nothing, aside from ourselves.
And we headed to the spot where Wyrr and his friends (about thirty four green pikmin in total, which amounted to about 91 in total when we were included) told us they would bring their Vessel to.
I traveled with Remill, Beras, and the red pikmin, whose name I later found to be Striker.
We all conversed gleefully, and I experienced great joy in the simple act of interacting, and I forgot that I was even an Eldest for a brief few rotations.
Why do we find such happiness in interacting with others? I doubt even the former Eldest knew.
Around us were the other pikmin, also absorbed in their own conversations. Our moods were raised just by walking among the forest, taking in the beautiful canopy of leaves, brown with the mid-chimena. Sunlight filtered through high above, bathing the ground with mottled spots of light that, as we looked, shimmered slightly with the high breeze.
I permitted my eyes to reveal my wonder. "Beautiful," I whispered.
"Indeed," Came a voice from my brightside.
I whirled around to meet the owner of the voice, but I saw nothing but a small tree. Well, small for a tree, as I still was as small as a dust bit in the eyes of the giant looming above me.
I realized that I was acting strangely when I noticed pikmin passing me with strange looks on their faces.
I turned away, and caught up with my friends.
And as we continued on, I swore I heard the voice again.
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Shapes darted around the undergrowth around the stump.
Here, a bright flash of red.
There, a small bit of green showed.
And out from the stump came a small creature, tan with a red bottom. On its back, small bits of white flashed everywhere, but its most defining feature was its stem, which poked through the middle of its back, and bore a small leaf on top. It was a min-eater with a leaf!
Bulbmin
Parasiticus Pikminicus
Pikmin family
This loathsome creature is in fact a parasitic form of pikmin that has infected a bulborb. Unlike pikmin that nest in onions, this parasitic relative spends its life inside the body of a host, usually a bulborb. Juveniles fall in line and mimic the actions of their parent until maturing to full independence. By burrowing its root-like limbs into the nervous system of the host bulborb and infusing it with with natural hormonal excretions, the Bulbmin is able to control virtually all of the host's body functions. However, the host's voracious appetite seems impossible to supress.
Their eyes, mounted on stems, poked up above the grass.
And immediately disappeared with a small squeak, followed by small scurrying noises.
The forest stood still.
Until a huge cry of pain and agony echoed through the forest, accompanied by noises that sounded like something sharp was being stabbed into flesh. Eventually, the cries quieted, and were replaced by the shimmering noises of the leaves as they felt the first of the cold breezes come from the east.
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"I feel extremely uncomfortable," I said to my companions. And it was true. I had suddenly felt the sensation comparable to that of something that was caught in the gaze of a min-eater.
"With good reason," spoke striker."It almost feels as if the forest itelf is watching us."
Remill spoke up."Or else the creatures are beginning to return. Quickly! Let's hurry up."
Beras was silent the majority of the walk.
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Father. The pikmin have already moved on.
The pikmin have escaped?
Father... Are you angry?
Yes, I am angry. We must destroy them if we are to free the forest from their prescence. Keep on their trail.
What happens if we are distracted, or if the green pikmin come back?
You will travel in three leagues.
What are you staring at, child?
That is the largest number yet you have sent out... You haven't sent out that many in four hundred Manycycles!
This is the Manycycles that the green pikmin, and the intruders, will be eradicated forever. You will kill anything in your way, destroy anything that blocks the path. This will be the four hundred and first Manycycles, and the last! Prepare in a rotation and twenty rens.
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A gray shape rose up from the pile of stones and strode towards the wall. It dropped the rock on top of a small pile forming by the others working there, and it then proceeded to pick up another from further away and dropping it onto the pile beside the others.
The wall must be completed by darkfall. The master commanded it to. So it worked.
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As we walked, we talked about how our lives were before the first of the things fell from the sky. I talked about the woods of light, which was my birthplace, and of a green, sparkling treasure that the leader had commanded us to take to his Vessel.
Striker talked about the twilight desert where she was born, and of a battle with a huge creature, with long legs who crushed them and stomped on them.
Remill, the youngest among us, spoke about the tiny tree by his birthplace in the shimmering waters.
Beras said nothing, just stared ahead.
After a while, we fell still as well, as his silence was contagious.
And we asked him why he did not talk.
Eyes silent, he just turned towards us, and said,"I sense something."
And no matter how hard we tried, we could not sense anything, and wondered why Beras could, and asked him such.
He just said quietly,"I do not know."
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The wall was almost complete. The master was almost safe.
But he was not satisfied. He wanted us to keep building the wall.
Why is he not satisfied?
It does not matter. We keep building.
Wait... what is this? Master senses something...
He commands me to go to the first threat, and the others to the second.
Master needs sustinance.
We must obey him, or he will get angry.
We do not want him to get angry.
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Father! Father, help us!
Save us! Please!
Father, where are you?
Father, what is happening!? What are these things!?!?
Father, please! Answer us!
We cannot hold them back! NO! THEY ARE GETTING THROUGH!
Please, Father! Help us! sav-- AAAAAUGH!
Father... Erg...
Help... Erg...
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Pikmion fascinate me. I do not know why, but they seem like... my children. In a way. I feel as if I was the one who brought them into exsistence, even though I did not. I simply helped them on their way. Somehow, no matter how many of them fall in battle, they always manage to survive, repopulate, evolve... I only thank the heavens that the pikmin did not attack me when I first met them.
Excerpt from--Olimar's journal: Voice journal, leaving pikmin planet for the second time.
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We came to the clearing where the green pikmin apparently sent their Vessel.
It was empty. Perhaps we were earlier than expected?
Pikmin were murmuring, wondering what the problem was, what was going on.
The Ancient was running towards me, wheezing and panting.
And I ran over and asked him,"Ancient, what is the matter? Why are the Vessels not here?"
And the Ancient managed to catch up to me.
A small pikmin, only a few days old, came over to me before the Ancient. He looked up and asked me,"Eldest, what is going on? Why are the green pikmin not here?"
And as I replied that I did not know, the Ancient bade me to follow him.
We came to the edge of the clearing.
And the Ancient told me not to mention this to anybody yet, until the green pikmin came back.
And I nodded.
He beckoned me through the bush, where I met a sight that shocked me to my soul.
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I walked to the small clearing, and peered through a bush.
These things were strange. But they did not look dangerous.
The master told me to investigate, so I did.
I walked through a bush, towards them.
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As the pikmin were milling around, one blue pikmin noticed something.
There was a grey creature striding towards them.
It seemed to be made of rock. It had two eyes, just like a pikmin, and a stem, just like a pikmin. It had a round head and a round body. Sharp stones protuded from its back. Its arms were composed of three circular stones, as were its legs. And it was hunched over, but despite this it was slightly bigger than one of the purple pikmin the leader had interacted with when he came here.
The blue pikmin looked at it, and ran over to meet it, its eyes shining in curiosty.
The creature that looked like a pikmin had eyes that were blank, that showed no spark of intelligence or emotion.
It was when the pikmin got up to a few footsteps away from it that he noticed the stem. It was made of five circular stones, and was topped with an extremely sharp stone that was as long as the rest of the stem. The spear took up little less than half of the stem, and the thing held it behind its head, like it was heavy.
And the other pikmin began to notice it as well, and came up to stand behind the blue pikmin.
The blue pikmin, eyes speaking of glee and curiosity, cocked his head slightly, and spoke to the creature.
"Greetings, like-min creature! What are you?"
He held out his hand to make the sign of the greeting.
The creature cocked its head to a complete 90-degree angle in what appeared to be mild curiosity. Then, in a blink of an eye, it righted its head and the spear embedded itself in the pikmin's forehead.
Cliffhanger alert! What a brutal way to die. I hope that this chapter is long enough, and that you guys don't get too sad for that poor little guy... wait for next chapter, and a lot will be explained. Keep in touch, and please review!!
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