The Mushroom Bosses 3: RS's Revenge Part 1
Author's Note: Another story about giant mushrooms. This time, they're human! Gasp? Eh…I started on this chapter but I kinda got bored, so I just left this at part 1. Also, I've taken note that the first chapter had way too much humor than intended, and the second chapter had too little humor, so I'll try to balance it out. Enjoy.
Edit: I have made edits to the story a bit.
Disclaimer: See first and second chapters. (Too lazy to rewrite or copy/paste.)
MUUUUUSHROOOOM PARTIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Those were the two words that triggered the uproar that we believe to be a "10.5" on the Richter scale. The mushrooms bounced with joy as they knew of the great news that was delivered to them.
Why, may you ask, are mushrooms partying till there's no end?
RS was finally killed.
Yes, the news of his death even made mushrooms happy, for RS was a well-known mushroom slayer among them.
Somewhere within Sleepywood….
A great meeting of Balrogs was taking place.
"What do you mean Raki is dead?"
"Apparently, he was assassinated by a mushroom in its human form. Ironic, considering his job is to be an assassin."
"WHO SAID MUSHROOM?"
A gruesome Balrog- no, it looked nothing like a Balrog, more like the Devil himself- stepped forward, shaking the ground with every step it took.
"Our human contractor, Raki has been killed by a mushroom."
"A MUSHROOM, YOU SAY? NOMNOMNOM TIME!"
"But sir, he is in a human form, and he's a level one hundred fifty ranger! Plus, he has his wife, Mushmom, and the powers of the Mushroom Goddess herself!"
"I DON'T CARE. ME WANNA EAT MORE MUSHROOM!" (Author's Note: Refer to chapter one to find out who this Balrog is.)
The Devil Balrog spread its wings apart, yelled "POTATOZORZZZZZZZZZZ" and flew away.
The others stayed behind, wondering why that idiot was their chosen leader.
Mubin (Mushdad) lay down on his bed, making his best attempts to get some rest, regardless the loud party upstairs. His blue Azura armor lay a few feet away from him- his Blue Metus on top of the pile. Giving up all his thoughts of sleep, he stared up towards the ceiling, working his mind to no end.
Why am I still human? Shouldn't it have worn off by now?
He moved his eyes toward the opposite end of the room, where his wife slept comfortably. She too, was still in her human form.
Sigh. Poor her, having to face that bastard's stars.
He slammed his fist against the table, breaking it without much effort. Miraculously, it didn't wake up Mushmom.
Dammit! Why couldn't I have gotten there earlier?
Even though it wasn't his fault, he couldn't help but be swallowed in a sea of guilt and self-hatred.
He decided to take a walk outside.
It was late at night, when most of the eager adventurers were lying in bed sleeping, dreaming of the new adventures and possibilities that could happen tomorrow. Mushdad was not one of them.
No, he was a monster. A monster, for goodness sakes! He felt trapped and lonesome in that human form of his. Oh, he used to loathe the days of wandering in the Mushroom Gardens as a mushroom, but no! Now he longs for them, the cry from the calm meadows unable to be answered by his presence.
If those thoughts hadn't trouble him, his high dexterity would've given him note that someone was following him.
"Venom."
A poison-dipped star sank into the bowman's back. He staggered a few times before falling to the ground.
"What the hell!"
"Hello, old 'friend'."
Mubin used what was left of his paralyzed body to identify the stranger. No…no! It can't be! I killed you!
(Spoiler alert! Yes, it's RS.)
"If you may have killed what seemed to be me, but then how would I be able to stand before you right here, right now?"
Slap.
"STOP SPEAKING IN RIDDLES DAMMIT!"
"Fine. Sorry. HEY, WAIT A MINUTE, IF I PARALYZED YOU, HOW CAN YOU SLAP ME?"
Um….…AUTHOR!
Jeff has randomly appeared out of nowhere.
"Dammit! Another server che- oh, hello."
"Author, I demand to know why he can slap me even though I paralyzed him!"
"Cause I said so."
"That's not fair!"
"Life isn't fair."
"But this is based on a game!"
"Neither are games. Get over it, you whiny little wuss."
Jeff has disappeared.
"Grrrr. Of all the authors in the world, I'm stuck with a bowman-friendly author."
"Hahaha"
"SHUT UP! YOU SHOULD BE PARALYZED!"
"Oh, my bad."
"Zzzz…snorfle snorfle… huhwhat?"
Mushmom woke up with feeling that something was horribly wrong…
"I'M HUNGRY."
Mushmom wandered off into the kitchen, still dazed from her nap.
"…..WHERE'S THAT LAZY ASS WHO ALWAYS COOKS MY FOOD (Mushdad)?"
She glanced over to where the small table was and found out it was in pieces.
"…..I probably shouldn't call him that….."
She looked further upwards and noted that his Azura armor was gone.
"So…. He took a walk outside." She muttered to herself.
She picked up her Doombringer from a wooden scabbard and hung it on her back.
"Guess I'll go stalk that idiot to see if he caused any trouble."
Part 2 is on the way when Nexon decides to have decent customer service. ^^