Scenario one: [The god who is responsible for bringing and transforming people here is a cruel one, and while they've brought children before, it's possible that this is the youngest victim ever brought here. Wandering alone in the city is strange and scary, and even though Kirby is used to exploring the mysterious unknown, and fighting all kinds of scary creatures, he's never done it in a body that not's small and round.
Most likely, you're going to spot the two year old walking around, looking for someone to help him. However, people here tower over him more than usual, and talk in equally huge words. Kirby doesn't understand most of it. In fact, he doesn't understand anything here. Where is Popstar? Who or what are these strange aliens? Why is he one of them? Why are none of his friends here?]
Fumu! Bun! Lololo! Lalala! Birdy![He still doesn't have Tokkori's name down. It's painfully obvious he's young and oblivious to the fact there are big scary men with big scary pitchforks eyeing him darkly.
If you don't find him searching, staying optimistic as much as he can, you're going to find him reading the pamphlets that a careless Bavan citizen has shoved in his hands. Or trying to. The pamphlet is upside down. He can't read. The pictures are nice though.]
Uuwahhhhhh!
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Scenario Four: The Troll (Gore warning)
[Have you ever seen a baby troll? If you haven't seen one, it's adorable, in a weird way. Like all trolls, Kirby has grown long ears, and they twitch happily as he enjoys his food. They're surprisingly fluffy-looking, despite the fact that he's made completely out of stone now. At least crystal-like protrusions are pretty too, the light blue crystals shimmering like ice that grow all up his arms and shoulders and back.
However, while Kirby does have the adorable, chubby face, pretty rocks on his back, and lovely pointy ears, the rest of him is horrible. Those who find him in the city in the dead of night will come to a gruesome sight. Kirby is kneeling in a pool of blood, chewing away at a mangled human as if it was a juicy piece of steak. Long, black claws dig into the human's torso, tearing out the intestines and anything else Kirby doesn't want to eat.
Kirby doesn't hear the loud yelling coming from somewhere far in the distance- people looking around for monsters like him to kill- and if he does, he doesn't care. All the two-year old cares about is eating the delicious flesh, tearing tendons and ligaments apart in the long teeth he has.
However, he'll notice anyone in his peripheral vision and if he spots you, he'll flash a bloody grin at you and wave with his tiny dirty hands.]
Kirby | Hoshi no Kirby / Kirby Right Back At Ya!
Most likely, you're going to spot the two year old walking around, looking for someone to help him. However, people here tower over him more than usual, and talk in equally huge words. Kirby doesn't understand most of it. In fact, he doesn't understand anything here. Where is Popstar? Who or what are these strange aliens? Why is he one of them? Why are none of his friends here?]
Fumu! Bun! Lololo! Lalala! Birdy![He still doesn't have Tokkori's name down. It's painfully obvious he's young and oblivious to the fact there are big scary men with big scary pitchforks eyeing him darkly.
If you don't find him searching, staying optimistic as much as he can, you're going to find him reading the pamphlets that a careless Bavan citizen has shoved in his hands. Or trying to. The pamphlet is upside down. He can't read. The pictures are nice though.]
Uuwahhhhhh!
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Scenario Four: The Troll (Gore warning)
[Have you ever seen a baby troll? If you haven't seen one, it's adorable, in a weird way. Like all trolls, Kirby has grown long ears, and they twitch happily as he enjoys his food. They're surprisingly fluffy-looking, despite the fact that he's made completely out of stone now. At least crystal-like protrusions are pretty too, the light blue crystals shimmering like ice that grow all up his arms and shoulders and back.
However, while Kirby does have the adorable, chubby face, pretty rocks on his back, and lovely pointy ears, the rest of him is horrible. Those who find him in the city in the dead of night will come to a gruesome sight. Kirby is kneeling in a pool of blood, chewing away at a mangled human as if it was a juicy piece of steak. Long, black claws dig into the human's torso, tearing out the intestines and anything else Kirby doesn't want to eat.
Kirby doesn't hear the loud yelling coming from somewhere far in the distance- people looking around for monsters like him to kill- and if he does, he doesn't care. All the two-year old cares about is eating the delicious flesh, tearing tendons and ligaments apart in the long teeth he has.
However, he'll notice anyone in his peripheral vision and if he spots you, he'll flash a bloody grin at you and wave with his tiny dirty hands.]
Hiiiiii!