Hallo BOC time
Armour: Victide Armour (Ranger)
Weapon: Tendon Bow (Jester Arrows); Arkhalis
Acc(11/11): Band of Regeneration, Amidas Spark, Sailfish Boots, Luxor's Gift, Ocean Crest, Counter Scarf, Crown Jewel, Tsunami in a Bottle, Frog Leg, Aero Stone, Shield of the Ocean
Health: (400/400)
It was an unique existence. There was nothing like it in all the world. What sort of entity could compare? What being was as lofty and as brilliant? It was a pure sentience. A collective consciousness. A mind with the processing power of a supercomputer. A brain with access to a million lifetimes of memories. Nothing came close to its knowledge and wisdom. There wasn't a creature on earth who could boast such completeness of intelligence. Truly, it was the mind of a god... and mortals had no choice but to forfeit their pygmy thoughts before it.
Intelligence. Knowledge. Concentration. Power.
The Brain of The Crimson. The Brain of Cthulhu. The conscious mind of The Dreaming God. It did not think in the same linear way man did - imagine being so pathetic... having only one stream of consciousness. Indeed, The Brain had a thousand. It pondered deeply as it delved into the memories of its captives. It divulged the secrets of the cosmos from the minds and memories of base creatures. For indeed, it was the mind of every sentient lifeform to ever expire in the Crimson Fields above. Bodies were repurposed to roam the fleshy expanses above. Souls were channeled to The Wall in the depths of the underworld. Minds - millions of screaming, mourning, terrified minds... all of them were here.
And they screamed and mourned until, with the power of terror and madness, The Brain dominated them. Assimilated them. With every moment The Crimson spread, with every creature that writhing cancer killed, the more powerful, the more complete, The Brain became.
And so, it reasoned, what a waste it would be to lose everything it had. Even creatures rejoiced in their achievements - and The Brain was made of the minds of creatures. It delighted in its vast and brilliant mind. It reveled in its great knowledge. The Brain was not deluded into imagining it was not effected by the minds it consumed. Every creature's base instinct was to preserve itself, and The Brain wanted the same, but a hundred times over. It must protect itself for it was the melting pot which forayed the peaks of all discovery. It was the great reservoir of endless knowledge, so deep it reached the abyss of the stars, so wide, it splayed across the edges of the universe.
Heart. Broken. Summon. Danger. Preserve. Knowledge. Crimson. Duty.
It's base was the mind of The Dreaming God, but it had no loyalty to that grotesque deity. It had no loyalty to anything at all. All it desired was to preserve itself and continue to grow its knowledge. It was permeated with a deep, voracious hunger to know everything, and death was not conducit with that goal. When the last pulsing heart in its chamber was ruptured - out it came to defend its existence.
Anger. Rage. Destroy. Consume. Minds.
Slithering out from between the coagulated rocks, slurping up from the pool of rancid platelets beneath - with pure mental power, it pulled together its flesh from the area surrounding. Neurons sparked and glowed with electricity as they knit themselves together in a great mat of brainy tissue. Hard nodules crackled and compacted as they formed the brainstem and beginnings of the spine. Cartilage, veins, nerves and tissue fell from the ceiling on globules. They plunged in large, heavy droplets before freezing mid-air and blinking open in a great number of tremendous, ichor covered eyes. The eyes gazed about The Cavern before raptly swiveling to focus on their target.
Creature. Man. Killer. Knight. Soldier. Monster. Slave.
The thoughts of a thousand sparked out as the eyes whirled about the bloody cavern, their fleshy globes gazing at the small trembling figure standing on the surface of the plasma. How odd. How strange. It was a man? No. Not a man, but a wild creature shaped like a man. Its movements were too smooth and weightless to be purely flesh and blood. There was magic in him, but he possessed no magic of his own. A nymph? A chimera? A homunculus? A Nephilum? The Brain pondered for but a moment before an old, old memory surfaced.
A Terrarian.
Not exactly, but close. Something between a Terrarian and a beast. Ah, and what magic was this that composed him? That wrapped roundabout him to keep his sinew attached to his bones? The minds of the great magicians sparked to life to answer: Dryad magic. Interesting. Interesting indeed. Perhaps this creature was the reason The Crimson was now free to run rampant over its century old bonds. The birth of The Terrarian has opened the floodgates for The Brain to consume more minds, to learn even more than before...
Revenge? Justification? Reason? Reason? Reason?
And perhaps knowing this, The Terrarian was aware of the danger it had loosed upon The World. Terrarians were always like this, selflessly devoted to a cause, not following some altruistic impulse, but because they counted their lives (or rather their deaths) to be utterly worthless. To them, life was a game and death was merely an inconvenience. Whomever they set their eyes on would surely not escape alive. The only thing that could keep a Terrarian at bay was to fall beneath their blade or frustrate them until they turned their eyes elsewhere.
Control. Break. Control. Break. Control. Break. Control.
But of course, an intellect like itself was pompous and proud. There wasn't a single problem it had yet to solve. There was no difficulty it couldn't turn for its own benefit. Nowhere in The Brain's vast memory was there any record that A Terrarian could not be broken, that A Terrarian could not be controlled. In fact, The Brain was quite certain The Crimson Worms had accomplished exactly this. That man who died a thousand times, torn asunder until he was crushed by pain... was he not the same person who now stood before The Brain? Indeed, it must be. Terrarians were frightfully rare, and there was no record that two ever existed at the same time. This Terrarian... The Brain would consume his mind and make him its slave. A soldier to further its quest for knowledge. Look, it would be simple. The Terrarian was already trembling in terror.
*shink... thud... thud... thud...*
The eyes whirled about as they bludgeoned the small figure, who leapt and dodged with impunity. His movements flowed like water, but possessed the violent deftness of a warrior. His bow and blade flashed in and out of his grasp alternatively, the blade to fend off attacks at close quarters - the bow to launch bolts of starlight through the eyes, which were pierced and collapsed through the burning onslaught. As for the bolts aimed at it, The Brain simply maneuvered its tissue out of harm's way. It could easily read the trajectory of the bolts, and manipulated itself to avoid being struck... But at this point, The Brain had become aware that The Terrarian was not in fact afraid of it. No, not in the least. The rasp of its breath was that of a starving beast. The whistle of wind between clenched teeth indicated a ghastly grin beneath the swooping horned helmet. Hm, how annoying, but it was a mere annoyance. The Brain would crush The Terrarian soon enough. No mind could stand before the madness of the cosmos, and once the mind surrendered - The Brain would seize control.
*Clang!*
The last of the whirling eyes had been cut down, but The Brain was not perturbed. They had done their job, to tire and injure the small figure standing on the water. The Brain became corporeal and focused in. The telepathy signal was much more powerful when The Brain made itself vulnerable, but regardless of the danger, it would not lose this opportunity. If it failed in this, The Terrarian might begin a campaign against it - and such a thing must be avoided at all costs. The Brain would transform The Terrarian and would go to great lengths to accomplish this goal.
*splat*
A volley of arrows hummed through the air and plunged straight between The Brain's fleshy lobes, lodging painfully in the cerebrum and breaking into the beating heart at its centre. Under such an onslaught, some of its minds wailed in pain and fear. Others regarded the small figure with wrath... but the goal was all the same. They would crush The Terrarian. The eye in the heart's centre focused on him and - with a mighty outpouring of physic power, seized his mind and delved into it.
"..."
"..."
Now, minds were an odd thing. They were of all different ability and inclination. Of all different appearances and logics. The fearful ones were the most easily overcome. A few, strong hallucinations were sufficient for possession. The brave collapsed before the terror of the cosmos. The empathetic were crushed with visions of hell. Those with strong convictions were shown the defilement of their beliefs. Those who hated their enemies were shown the victory of those they hated. The complex minds were delicate. The powerful minds were easily destroyed.
But...
What is this... strange... a creature... a haze... no thoughts... fog... instinct?
But The Brain's initial diagnosis of The Terrarian was quite correct. In his current state, he was more monster than man. His mind was fairly complex - akin to the intelligence of the average human, but seemed to be disengaged entirely. At this moment, that brain was stuffed with a cotton haze. There was hardly a thought, hardly a spark running through those neurons, just an overlay of opaque rage. It was so complete, The Brain could hardly communicate with it. It was like talking to a stone, or yelling at a wall. How odd. How shocking. Could a man terrify the mist? Could a tree be convinced to uproot itself and move aside? The Brain - for the first time in centuries - found itself utterly flabbergasted. What manner of creature was this?!
(roaring)
Time was slow. The Brain pondered all of these things in an instant. What was this creature? A man, or a weapon? An experiment perhaps? A Golem? Or was his mind like this just as some sort of defense mechanism? Once more, its thoughts swelled. Memories from a million lifetimes answered its query. This was a magical accident. A Terrarian summoned without the proper sacrifice. A deity, whose blood was muddied by earthly things. A man whose mind was a mixture of the celestial and the base. It raged and raged, but there was no reason. It didn't know why... it was controlled by an unknown an compulsion.
Odd. Novel. Experimental. Strange. New.
He was a unique existence, and because he was unique, there was no memory that taught The Great Brain how to deal with him. Frustrated, it crept into The Terrarian's memories - but found it full of holes. A man called The Guide. A small compound on the border. A Pink Haired Woman who bore Yharim's Insigna. A terrifying nurse who re-arranged his innards. An unbelievable strength. A feral desire. A deadly instinct to kill... monsters...
(Roaring)
A seething desire. An all consuming desire. That single spark of conscious thought was just a pure, wild, utterly rabid bloodlust. It was a raging lion. It was a screaming demon. It was utterly unreasonable, like a storm or an earthquake... and it was something baked into The Terrarian's DNA, not merely a belief, but instead - the very purpose for which he was born. Such a thing was akin to a man's desire to survive, or a base creature's compulsion to reproduce. These were things that could be suppressed, but never crushed. The Brain could not conquer this, not without changing the physical constitution of The Terrarian himself. Perhaps it was possible, but such a thing would take time, and time - The Brain did not have.
*Thud-Thud-Thud-Thud*
As more arrows wedged it asunder, The great Brain felt fear. What could it do now? It could not simply flee for the hearts in the pool pumped its lifeblood. It must neutralize the threat and repair them immediately lest it slowly suffocate. It could not crush The Terrarian's mind as it initially set out to - for despite the cosmic knowledge that it broadcast into the chamber, he neither flinched nor faltered. Of course, a stone could not be terrified with such lofty terrors. Perhaps...
Broadcast... memories... extinguish... conciousness...
Could such a thing work? There was no harm in trying. The Terrarian might not be thinking, but he was certainly seeing - for every volley of arrows that flew from his bow hit its target with perfect accuracy. The Brain would hijack his nerves, inject the memories via electrical signals. It would overwhelm this poor, thoughtless creatures with the thoughts of a million. Such a thing should be enough to rewrite a simple creature, was it not? At the very least, it would give The Brain ample opportunity to disable The Terrarian. Twist his neck. Break his limbs... There was no record of such a thing working in the past, but The Terrarian was impure. Everything should be attempted. Indeed, this was the first time The Brain had conducted experiments in person.
*kzzzzt*
The Brain emitted the signal like a shockwave. It travelled through the chamber with a strong bolt of electricity, alighting every living thing in the vicinity. The blood crawlers in the depths spasmed and chittered as their pathetic brains were overloaded. The Face Monsters on the surface high above began to scream and wail as the bodies remembered who they once were. The Guide who hid in the walls, he too groaned beneath the strain of the pure, overwhelming knowledge being forced into his brain. The Brain was very covetous. It would never share its bounteous wisdom willingly, but was convinced it would soon crush The Guide as well (to take back what it had shared) ... once it took care of The Terrarian.
*kzzzzzt... Crunch!*
The Terrarian had frozen in pace, his pygmy mind short circuiting with the force of thoughts not his own. The Brain knew this, for it had already invaded that pathetically empty head - but that rabid bloodlust remained untouched. After a short moment, his body - seemingly moving entirely apart from the mind - continued to shoot wildly about the room in a desperate, hungry bid to strike it and kill it. The Terrarian's vision was blurred, even doubled - but it didn't seem to matter at all. Peace was not an option. It had never crossed The Terrarian's mind. He was a man of war, and he brought war wherever he went.
Survive. Persist. Bludgeon. Crush.
The Brain trembled as it began to panic. What a monster. What a terrible opponent this was. The Brain knew it's physical abilities were meagre, but what could it do against a golem with a stone for a brain? Quickly, The Brain seized his arm and shattered it with a blow of psychic power... but although it knew the bones had cracked, The Terrarian gave no indication he noticed. He continued to pant and whine and strike at everything about him like an irrational creature. His eyes were wild behind his slatted visor. His teeth were bared beneath the mouth guard. No matter how The Brain moved, arrows peppered it from all sides until its neural links were shattered and thick globules of ichor gushed from the wounds.
*shriiip*
The sound of tearing. It hadn't realized it yet, but its corporeal form had collapsed in the pool at the base if its chamber. It no longer had the strength to even levitate. It was... it was coming apart. The minds that he had suppressed and dominated for so many centuries were ripping free of its oppressive control. Their consciousnesses awakening as they alltogether rebelled, lashing out against their master. Pieces of brain matter writhed and tore away. Tendrils and nodules thrashed and flayed the main body with a suicidal malice.
*riiippp*
And The Terrarian, now free of The Brain's control entirely, approached the exposed core with his sword drawn. The Brain's single eye trembled as it glanced back and forth, searching for some way out - but finding none. The beating heart at the centre palpitated as it gushed ichor with every pulse. The Brain did not feel pain in the traditional sense... it did not need sensory organs...
But as The Terrarian sank an armoured foot into the quivering heart's surface.
And he raised that sharp blade high over his head.
The Brain, terrified, grasped at all it ever knew. All it had learned and experienced over the many centuries. Every discovery. Every breakthrough. Every precious bit of information it coveted over its lifetime. And-
*splat*
Guide: Slayer, you're the only one who can kill The Brain
Slayer: Oh, okay... but why?
G: You're the only one dumb enough to accomplish it.
S:... :Smile_with_tear: (becomes doomguy)
More Bosses eyyy