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It was at the dawn of Hallow’s Eve when the body of a minifig materialized at the foot of a small hill.
“Ugghhhh…”
“This is… the worst hangover.”
“Ughh. Wait…”
“Why… am I in a graveyard? …Am I dead?”
Just then, a sinister voice cackled somewhere nearby
“Mwahahaa! Note quite!” crowed an approaching minifig. As he came nearer, Quantumsurfer Ken couldn’t help but feel a little startled at the man’s ghastly yet charming appearance.
“Were you the one who… rescued me?” Ken inquired with uncertainty.
“I certainly was!” He chuckled darkly as he offered Ken a gloved hand to which he hesitantly took.
“Yeah, thanks for that. But… who are you?”
“Ahh, I’m glad you asked! I am the Great PumpKing! Patron Saint and Highlord of the Hellhunt! But you can just call me PumpKing.”
“And welcome to the home of the Hellhunt!” The PumpKing cried.
“The Hellhunt you say?” Ken said, the name seeming to sound familiar to him.
“Indeed! Look over to that foothill before us, friend.”
“You see the portal atop? That warpgate leads to The Hill, where every year a new Lord of Battle is chosen.”
“All sorts of folks of your ilk come here to submit their own battle documentation, in hopes of receiving the highest of honors.”
“But… something is amiss this year. I know it.”
“That is why you are here, Quantumsurfer Ken.”
“Neat. But how do you know my na—“
“-I’ve heard a great deal about you. You helped save Father Yule from the foul tentacles of Brikthulu himself but hardly a year ago,” the PumpKing grinned, “you’re the start of a legend amongst us all.”
“Thanks I guess?”
“And now I’ve saved you from the purple abyss of whatever terrible fate you fell into… Believe me, your physical form was hard to piece back together, luckily your mind is mostly still intact.”
“Mostly…?”
“Yes. I even had you fitted for a new outfit, as well as some weapons forged from your old fractured sword. Now you’ll find you have all sorts of belts and pockets for all sorts of tricks.”
“That chainmail was getting itchy too.”
“So now,” continued the PumpKing, “is the part where I request your help, Ken.”
“You see that bloodied and very dead minifig just beyond these gates? She came prancing up to our fortifications and started preaching the words of the horrible Pacifass. She was a messenger, so naturally we shot her.”
“My Pumpkinsmen make me so proud,” The PumpKing sniffed.
“But something is coming this way. The trees to the Northwest of here are coming back to life. And I really, really don’t like pretty colors and glittery things..."
“I don’t know how many there are, but they threaten to destroy the Hellhunt and me along with it. Will you help beat them back?”
“You want me to kill some hippies? Where do I sign up?”
“Haha! Good man! Don’t worry though; our allies are being rallied as we speak.”
“An old friend of mine should be here any minute now.”
CRASH!
“Alrite, fuccbois! Prepare to get spooked!”
Mr. Skeltal himself marches through the cemetary, dooting all the way.
“DOOT! …DOOT! …DOOT!”
"Aha!" Laughed The PumpKing, "right on cue!"
“Mr. Skeltal!” yells the PumpKing, “good to see you again. I thank you for joining us, old friend.”
“Wouldn’t miss it for all da kalcium in da Brikverse!” Shrieked Mr. Skeltal, “my skelebois will be here soon.”
“Say,” Mr. Skeltal turned his eye sockets to Ken, “yoouuu look familiar.”
“As do you… I think we’ve met before?” Ken remembers it fairly well.
“Oh yeh! I spooked ya good, ha! Don’t worry tho, you ain’t on the fuckboi list no more.”
“What a relief.”
You two already know each other? Good,” the PumpKing looked surprised but didn’t inquire further. “as you both know, there are many actual fuckboys heading this way, aiming to ruin our glorious holiday!”
“Why I bet dose bastards’ skin are as thin as der bonez!” Grumbled Mr. Skeltal.
“We must protect this portal. If they make it inside, things won’t end well,” The PumpKing explained. “Gentlemen, this battle may last well over the duration of the Hellhunt, but we must hold out as long as possible. The days may pass us by outside this realm, but if Pacifass himself arrives, he cannot be allowed to get to The Hill.”
“No prob!" Mr. Sketal giggles, "Dey gunna die before dey even reach da gates!”
“Damn right! Let them come, I say! They’re horribly outmatched," agreed Ken.
“Excellent!" Smiled The PumpKing, "let this be the battle of the century by my decree!”
(Stay tuned for the spooky forum battle, All-Hallow's War!)
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LOLShe was a messenger, so naturally we shot her.
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I really dig this. I especially like what you did with incorporating Lego and 3rd party stuff. Seamless.
Also how did the pictures turn out like this? I almost feel like it's more stylized than blurry with how it looks. It reminds me a lot of 90's movies somehow.
Also how did the pictures turn out like this? I almost feel like it's more stylized than blurry with how it looks. It reminds me a lot of 90's movies somehow.
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I dunno, it just kind of happens. Probably has to do with my lighting setup.
But I assure you, that is all entirely on purpose!
But I assure you, that is all entirely on purpose!
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