Post by Lucky Guy on Jun 6, 2022 3:26:47 GMT 9
The ocean of this game was surprisingly detailed. The place was a bleak one, one full of repetitive mind-gap filler for sure-but the developers put a surprising amount of small details of love and care into the vast depths-at least, they did for the deep sea around the island. Perhaps the rumors about the developers wanting to implement Dive exploration weren't entirely unfounded. There was a certain point where the beta space ended and null-boundaries began, and such a place full of filler mindware was just within view.
Lucky had no intentions of swimming out into the mysterious depths, of course. He was right where he wanted to be, underwater just off the edge of the coast where Bunya's shack once was. There was a time he'd encountered something right unsettling under the surface of the waves here, one that he felt wasn't intended to have totally been a part of the game as-is.
A flower was in the depths-One that bloomed with the red spray of blood for their petals. That broken, twisted Gyarados had been here, luring himself and another pretty girl off to their deaths with beautiful buds of light and sea-song. That terrible bloom had been trimmed in the damn bud by himself and that Bergamot Gristleborg lass, but he wanted to check back here one last time to make sure nothing was stuck wedged in the code that could cause problems to future updates.
It's not like he was a part of the active game's development team, but he still felt a responsibility for the well-being of the game itself. It had just become that very little bit of special for him to care.
And as it turned out, something would be found down here. Lucky himself didn't find it, no--His swimming partner did. Lucky didn't know why he thought it'd be a good idea to bring a Magikarp down to the place where his evolution was corrupted, yet it was the only water Pokémon he had. Worse yet, that little fish was just at the level range to evolve.
A bugged status appeared on Lucky's HUD once again. Lucky was yet too slow to do anything about it.
Petals of grey cartilage and scarred texture bloomed in the sea once again. A new flower had been born. Yet Lucky, who cowered before the creature of nightmares re-appearing before him, was not snatched up in the jaws of the flower, nor was he locked in the purple links of those whisker chains that spread from the Gyarados' snout. It did not latch him up and drag him away to the depths of the unknown sea.
Instead, it just waited there for his command. There were no petals, and there were no chains. It really was just that same little fish, just a little bigger and staring up at him with those ignorant and innocent fish-eyes. The malice wasn't there. The corruption wasn't there, either.
It just was. Lucky tried to check for the ID that was there, but it didn't match up with the normal Pokémon's ID. The pattern of code looked more like an alternate palette spawn, like a shiny coloration, or perhaps even that of a regional forme's ID. Lucky had a feeling that the code was recently generated, but had no proof on that measure. All he knew was that this Gyarados existed now, and it was still looking for him to hold it in his arms as it had before.
Lucky would try to make it happy... He just needed a new way to please the titanic fish, now that he couldn't wrap his arms around the damn stem of the thing. He'd also need to keep in mind not to show his inventory to whatever ungodly duck-thing would soon to be replacing C0D13.
Lucky had no intentions of swimming out into the mysterious depths, of course. He was right where he wanted to be, underwater just off the edge of the coast where Bunya's shack once was. There was a time he'd encountered something right unsettling under the surface of the waves here, one that he felt wasn't intended to have totally been a part of the game as-is.
A flower was in the depths-One that bloomed with the red spray of blood for their petals. That broken, twisted Gyarados had been here, luring himself and another pretty girl off to their deaths with beautiful buds of light and sea-song. That terrible bloom had been trimmed in the damn bud by himself and that Bergamot Gristleborg lass, but he wanted to check back here one last time to make sure nothing was stuck wedged in the code that could cause problems to future updates.
It's not like he was a part of the active game's development team, but he still felt a responsibility for the well-being of the game itself. It had just become that very little bit of special for him to care.
And as it turned out, something would be found down here. Lucky himself didn't find it, no--His swimming partner did. Lucky didn't know why he thought it'd be a good idea to bring a Magikarp down to the place where his evolution was corrupted, yet it was the only water Pokémon he had. Worse yet, that little fish was just at the level range to evolve.
A bugged status appeared on Lucky's HUD once again. Lucky was yet too slow to do anything about it.
Petals of grey cartilage and scarred texture bloomed in the sea once again. A new flower had been born. Yet Lucky, who cowered before the creature of nightmares re-appearing before him, was not snatched up in the jaws of the flower, nor was he locked in the purple links of those whisker chains that spread from the Gyarados' snout. It did not latch him up and drag him away to the depths of the unknown sea.
Instead, it just waited there for his command. There were no petals, and there were no chains. It really was just that same little fish, just a little bigger and staring up at him with those ignorant and innocent fish-eyes. The malice wasn't there. The corruption wasn't there, either.
It just was. Lucky tried to check for the ID that was there, but it didn't match up with the normal Pokémon's ID. The pattern of code looked more like an alternate palette spawn, like a shiny coloration, or perhaps even that of a regional forme's ID. Lucky had a feeling that the code was recently generated, but had no proof on that measure. All he knew was that this Gyarados existed now, and it was still looking for him to hold it in his arms as it had before.
Lucky would try to make it happy... He just needed a new way to please the titanic fish, now that he couldn't wrap his arms around the damn stem of the thing. He'd also need to keep in mind not to show his inventory to whatever ungodly duck-thing would soon to be replacing C0D13.
