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Post by Cerek July 2nd 2021, 2:54 pm

A vast forest broken up by dirt roads, lakes and clearings is a quiet and calm sight. The afternoon wiles away as various insects and creatures go about their day. All seemed to be quite normal until *BLOP!* From out of the clear blue sky comes a blob of what seems to be paint. It explodes all over the area coating everything in the thick substance. A few moments later there was a disturbance in the plants, trees and animals hit. They writhed and and stretched their bodies in monstrous painful looking ways. They seem to darken and take on twisted forms as the paint consumed their bodies, the sounds of bones rearranged could be heard under the paint layer. When the process was done various creatures emerged looking as horrific forms of early cartoon animation brought to life. Deer walked on two legs with antlers like obsidian crowns. hollow eyes full of red hell fire, limbs and bodies made gangly and twisted. Even the plants bore wicked faces and many thorns as they bounced malevolently looking for evil to do.

We come to a section of dirt road that's being sped down so fast a wall of dust follows the runner. Sprinting for dear life and limb is Ornlu the wolf boy and his friends Big Tom the hammer and Bobby brush. The wolf boy turns his head back as he sprints aiming upward only to see a great mass blotting out the sunlight. "NOOOO!" He screams with eyes wider than a dinner plate, shortly before he dives into a ditch taking cover behind a boulder. The great mass above was another blob of paint landing very close, and in it's splash zone the same effect took place. Plants animals and insects around Ornlu started to twist into vile forms. "WHY DID YOU HAVE TO PRESS THE BUTTON YOU CLOD!" Screams the Welsh sounding animated paintbrush Bobby, a look of mindless panic on his face. "IT SAID PRESS ME! WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?!" Responds the living hammer that is Big Tom. "SHUT UP AND RUN BITCH!" Ornlu breaks in when he sees a clear path out of the mess they're in.

Deep in the forest on top of a mountain billowing smoke pours down and covers the mountain in thick black strangling smog. The whole mountain is covered from peak to base in the same wicked paint that was shelling the forest and the young wolf. All along the pathway up are twisted and evil forms of once neutral forest creatures and flora. At the top sits a machine that looks so haphazardly put together. Cogs, gears, levers and parts of all kind seem to be jammed into this thing any which way. From the top protruded a series of canons that fired off the blobs of paint periodically, at the base of the machine forest creatures seemed to be bringing in all kinds of materials to insert into the furnace. Among the things were wood, coal, plants and flesh... Including that of living people from a nearby village.
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Post by Seeks July 2nd 2021, 8:07 pm

In Dana's experience, there were three main forces at work: science, sorcery, and nature. Science and sorcery was a formidable combo, and she had her blaster to thank as proof. Science and nature was easy; humans had done that their whole existence, those vermin. But sorcery and nature? That was some scary stuff, as proven by the apocalypse that she drew her codename from.

Dana's trip to the forest was a pretty serene one just minutes ago. Clear skies, babbling brooks, BBQ'd bunny in her belly. Gave her a reason to practice pistol-hunting, because the first time she tried to hunt rabbits with her prototype plasma-slinger was... messy. 9mm slugs put down her lunch with a lot less gore and goo going everywhere.

The poor vixen had little time to reflect on such grisly logistics. Juuuust as she began to close her eyes, those pine-green lenses shot back open at a bizarre sight. Was it just her, or did some stealth bomber just drop a paint payload onto the forest? Before her crazy imagination could imagine a fiery carpet-bombing to ignite the apparent pigment, something much worse began. As if a miniature Moon Fall was happening all over again, the whole of the forest began to mutate out of control!

And why, by Uncle Sam's star-spangled ballsack, did they all look like the Saturday morning cartoons of a sociopath?

The serenity of the forest was officially gone. "Fuck!" Dana cried out, already drawing her BH-48 and clicking the setting switch forward to Kill (though to be fair, this model didn't have a Stun). Was it just her, or did her ears also hear a big ol' truck tearing down the nearby dirt road? Whoever it was might've been burning rubber away from these cel-shaded abominations. She had to help! ...wait, what the hell? Despite all the dirt and dust kicked up from the road, that was no truck. That was... what the actual hell was that? Looked like some kind of teen running super-fast with a... okay, what the fuck? A sledgehammer and a paintbrush? Last the Apocalypse Fox knew, she hadn't cooked with hallucinogenic mushrooms in over a month!

Wait. What was that... that smell...? Oh. Oh no. Oh gods, no. That weird cartoony kid, let alone his living object buddies, were shouting things that didn't register. Those ears. That tail. That REEK. That boy was part wolf! All of the eldritch lunacy all about Dana faded away, her eyes locked to the cartoon stranger. Terrible memories flashed to her. Barking. Slobber. Teeth biting her flesh. Maws snapping at her ankles as she fled. And the cold. The terrible cold of a harsh winter morning.

Words didn't leave the Apocalypse Fox as she stumbled back, tripping over a branch and falling on her rear. That terrified noise didn't even sound human. Just as the wolf-boy and his tools were just about to pass this stranger she shrieked in horror, shuddering with pinned ears and wide eyes.

Scared just like the little fox she was.

((OOC: If it helps, I can't help but imagine Dana whining at Ornlu like this silly fox that can't get down. Just with a lot more PTSD.))

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Post by Cerek July 5th 2021, 1:19 pm

Almost like there was a solid brick wall in the road Ornlu stops dead as his eyes come upon the screeching Fox broad. Of all the scheming, low down, yellow bellied, punk ass creatures that roam the forest it had to be a fox. A two second look at her showed Ornlu she was armed quite well, if that paint hit her she'd be a nasty baddy to deal with. "MOVE DUMMY!" He grabs her by the hand and starts dashing away again at full speed, lucky timing as a giant *SPLOCH!* hit close to where they were. Behind them the same cartoon mutations happen, even the bones of the dead rabbit come back to life in a twisted form. It bears its dagger like fangs at Dana the one who killed and ate it, looking to return the favor as it sprints down the road after the group.

It seems the malevolent cartoons are coming out of the brush and deep woods all around them, the gap to escape narrows considerably as Ornlu stops again while dashing, confronted by a tentacle like tree root threatening to strike like a scorpions tail. The attached tree bears a face like on a jack-o'-lantern though with a red glow and wicked growls.
Ornlu jumps back and lets go of Dana as they are surrounded. "Gah Geez guys some fuckin ideas would be nice!" Shouts Ornlu as he grabs Tom like a weapon, though his shaking and nervous eye shifting didn't bode well for any confidence. His ears lowered and tail curled between his legs as that brain desperately looked for an out.

The tree took a shot at Ornlu striking down at his legs, the wolf boy was pretty nimble as he danced around dodging the tree limb. At the same time frantically swinging Tom at the ground trying to stamp on the giant root like it was a toe. "NO! NO! NO! Stop! BAD! Get away from me!"
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Post by Seeks July 5th 2021, 8:43 pm

Had it not been the Apocalypse Fox to be the one toppled over, she'd have registered the danger of sitting still in the middle of an carpet bombing of transformative paint from the sky. Had she not been having flashbacks to the worst moment of her life, triggered by her unease at the scene and the presence of her phobias, she'd have shot back something snippy when yelled at to move. Had her body not been lightweight, and her arm having not been grabbed by a living cartoon wolf-boy with super-speed like a certain cobalt-blue rodent, her body wouldn't be wavering in the air behind Ornlu like a tattered American flag on a rusted flagpole during the gales of a soulstorm.

Could've, should've, would've.

As if being shocked out of her fears, let alone jostled by the bumpy ride, a few things began to become clear in Dana's mind. One, this wolf and his toony tools weren't out to get her. Two, the reanimated bunny's remains, turned into an evil toon itself, was out to get her. Three, bunnies tend to splatter apart when subjected to superheated aetheric gas.

Four, and discovered when Ornlu stopped, released her rattled wrist and prepared himself to swing hammer against a hellish tree-monster? If the four of them had any hope of getting out of this forest alive and without being mutated, it was time their enemies found out why Dana was called the Ranger of the Wastes. Her blaster was still held tight in her hands, heated up to a comfy warmth, and Dana had a bead on the deadly bunny gaining on them.

"Ideas?" She called back behind her, Ornlu's words finally catching up to her as she got in the zone. "Here's one: we rip n' tear these killer cartoons an' clear a path! Don' even need Judge Doom's dip for these freaks! I got yer six!" The bunny was now a few paces off, but the Tueller Drill only works when a shooter isn't aware. Crack! A bolt of violet-blue plasma whipped across the forest, missing wide and bursting into the ground, leaving a blackened scorch mark like a stick of dynamite would in an old Looney Tunes short. Crack! A near-miss, singing the zombified bunny's side, leaving it crispy and resembling a toasted marshmellow.

Crack! Splat! A direct hit, leaving another smoking crater and melting the monster into a big splotch of purple paint! "Damn", Dana blinked. "Even th' ectoplasm from meltin' 'im got turned toony?"

Then she heard Ornlu's cries, yipped in surprise, and realized there was still the killer tree to deal with. "Aw damn, right! Get outta th' way an' lemme fry 'im!"


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Post by Cerek July 12th 2021, 6:23 pm

Ornlu had to stop dead once more, not due to his enemies presence but for the Fox ladies strange and comedic speech patterns. For all of five seconds Ornlu, Bobby, Tom and even the evil tree turned to Dana with a cocked eyebrow on their face. "Oh great, a hick fox." the wolf thought to himself. That moment was brief before the tree started attacking again, flailing at the wolf. Ornlu sprinted circles around the tree as it desperately tried to strike him, at his feet a bunch of evil flowers gnashed their sharpened teeth and snapped at the wolfs heels trying to get him. Bobby getting a spark of inspiration quickly runs over to an active bee hive. It's no paint or ink but it has colour to it and it's kinda thick and runny, Bobby quickly smashes his head into the hive... Not a great plan. The bees take umbrage with the unprovoked assault and counterstruck Bobby. Truly the chaos was spreading like wild fire. Bobby being chased by bees, while trying to paint. Tom in Ornlu's hands swinging wildly while trying not to get caught himself. Paint artillery raining down among the already dead cartoon critters scorched black.

Bobby finally managed to give the bees a good dodge behind some berry bushes, the bees gave up after a moment and fled away. Bobby poked his head out, big eyes scanning the sky just incase. He takes his bit of honey left on his head er brush and paints into existence a chainsaw. Not just any chainsaw but the most metal chainsaw adorned with extra chains, a goat skull with glowing eyes and it's own thematic shredding music. "Ornlu!" The wolf hears Bobby as he's slowly backed into a corner, Bobby tosses the the weapon to Ornlu sending up high before descending down... And hitting the wolf on his skull knocking him cold.

Tom and Bobby now in full on scream and panic mode hide for their lives ditching Ornlu to his fate as they run towards the Fox girl and hide behind her legs like quivering children. "HELP! DO SOMETHING! DO THE BLASTY BLAST BLAST THING!" Shouts Big Tom with an equal amount of shakiness in his voice as his body. The tree managed to get a hold of Ornlu's wrist and lifted him up above it's endless dark pit of a mouth.
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Post by Seeks July 12th 2021, 8:39 pm

The good news was that Dana was in the zone pretty quickly when it came to slaying. It didn't matter if her enemies were human, monstrous or even cartoons as was the case. Timing her shots to not overheat her blaster was second nature by now, and plenty more of the pigment-altered flora and fauna were scorched black, if not melted down into purple paint.

The bad news is that this was a losing battle if the four of them stayed around any longer. By the time Dana had to reload her blaster with another plasma cartridges, it occurred to her that they needed to run. Not to mention, the other three had anything but the paramilitary discipline she was taught since her adoption. The paintbrush had struggled to paint something into being due to normal bees swarming him; the sledgehammer didn't seem the brightest; the wolfboy was now unconscious and was about to get eaten by a killer tree.

By the time Dana went to pull the trigger, trying to distract and harm the tree with the heat of a miniature star, the worst came to be. The plasteel nearly scalded her at the touch, and the weapon refused to fire. "OW! DAMMIT!" She fumbled and dropped her plasma pistol, with steam already escaping the vented barrel with a loud hiss. The blasted blaster had overheated after all!  There was no way her knife could hack through that tree in time to save Ornlu, and her ropey arms had no chance to pry his KO'd body from the tree's barky tendril--

Wait. That thing the paintbrush made. Her eyes darted toward the ground where Ornlu got conked in the head. The moment Dana saw the badass chainsaw laying there, a startlingly sadistic smirk suddenly spread across her sly snout. "Kick. Ass." Just like that, the Apocalypse Fox made a mad dash for the chainsaw, tumbling to snatch it up and try and dodge any resistance from the tree and the nipping plants along the ground. This thing may not have been a Render tactical chainsword, but it was also cartoony. Dana had a good hunch that the tool's chain wouldn't get stuck or break as easily as a real chainsaw would as a weapon.

In mere moments she was there, just about to tumble and grab the saw. Her plan was to rev it up during the tumble, leap high in a signature foxy pounce, and chop down with the full weight of the wicked-awesome weapon into the tree's limb, severing it and saving Ornlu. Question is, would any of that even work?

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Post by Cerek July 15th 2021, 6:20 pm

As she reved up the chainsaw it came to life with a fierce roar of grinding metal and... a lion? The eyes of the tree below grew wide and it frowned with fear seeing the chainsaw wielding fox coming down. It tried to make a dash for it however at its root Tom held it down with all his weight. "I dont think so pal hyeh hyeh!" The tree was shredded in two by the hungry teeth of the Painsaw. Woodchips, sparks and screeching trees filled the air as the Fox tore the trees arm away. Ornlu falls to the ground on his head with a thud and audible sigh like "Fuuuuuuuuuck." Bobby rushes to his side and get him right-side up with some fumbling.

There was still a lot of danger to deal with, besides the tree this machine wherever it was kept lobbing blobs of vile paint bile down to the impromptu group of heroes? Ornlu got to his feet quickly in a scramble and picked up a rock, his face bloated with steam out of frustration. "You piece of shit!" As he whips the stone at the tree while it still tries to escape. With most of the other villainous cartoons defeated the rest start to flee as Ornlu chases them down with a hoodie pouch full of rock. Bearing his fangs and growling as he hits quite a few with some decent accuracy. "Run you lil bastards! Next time I see you I'm going to turn you fucks into a wreath!" Shaking his fist. Of course he didn't quite realize yet they were fleeing from Dana and her chainsaw.
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Post by Seeks July 18th 2021, 12:19 am

Aw yes. This painsaw was, without a doubt, pretty groovy. Just leaping for her strike froze the tree in terror. With Tom keeping the monster pinned by its roots, that rockin' theme song for the weapon blared loudly in Dana's head. Slow yet satisfying, her body weight and momentum aided gravity as she rent the thing's limb right down the middle. Woodchips and friction smoke escaped, and more importantly Ornlu was free to flee as well!

"Y'like that?!" Dana cackled in a fit of bloodthirsty glee, whirling about the roaring power tool in a crazed flourish. "Plenty more where that came, yeah! Who in th' hell's next?!" It didn't take long before Ornlu was back in action, chucking rocks at the spooked toons while he and his buddies fled the scene. His accuracy beaned more than a few of the transformed beings with stones, but it was hard to tell which was scarier: the irate wolf-boy or the homicidal vixen.

Once the boys ran ahead far enough, Dana stopped her maniacal laughter as she realized she was alone in the battle scene. "Hey wait, where did everyone... aw, crud." With that she zipped ahead, grabbing her pistol, and dragging the weighty painsaw while it gouged a line behind her. "So! Name's the Apocalypse Fox, y'all can call me Dana. Do not call me fox-tits if you want your teeth intact! Who're you cel-shaded dudes, and do all y'all have any gods-damned clue what's going on? I hadn't heard of faster mutations in a forest since the moon turned blue!"

Right, she wasn't in Kansas anymore, nor her universe. They wouldn't get that reference. "Eh, forget that last bit. I'm just wondering why everything's turning toony and trying to kill us!"

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Post by Cerek July 21st 2021, 5:59 pm

Seems all the evil creatures fled or were splattered along the road. Ornlu and his friends didn't waste anytime in skiddadling, they even forgot about the fox girl until she caught up to them. The group was headed for the small town down the road, Ornlu rolled his eyes but the other two didn't seem to mind Dana's presence. Ornlu mutters under his breath "Fox tits?" As he glances at her chest and cocks an eyebrow. "Name's Tom, BIG Tom miss Apocal Apolol Apocololo... Er Miss Fox, pleasure to meet you acquaintance."

The bulky Hammer with bold drawn eyes responds with no mouth." Climbing up onto a tree trunk, Bobbby announces himself accompanied by brass band playing from nowhere "And you may address me as Bobberly B. Brush artist extraordinaire!" A glow of pride and superiority surrounds him. Tom scoffs and butts in as the music fades "You ain't shit mate, that chain whatever was th'only thing you've done in ages." Bobby turned red and dismounted his wooden throne to continue walking with his pompous nose in the air "Such a cunt."

"Loup Ornlu, Just call me Ornlu." His arms rested behind his head as he kept forward, his tail swaying as he looked careless and forgot that the artillery was still active. "Uh yeah, we're 'cartoons' as you say. No big deal, why do people get so weird about it?" He says while Tom and Bobby throw rocks at each other without hands. "We're kinda trapped here until whatever is making these forest bastards bad is stopped, human folk say something on the mountain has been firing down this evil nasty paint shit, some of their people were turned into creeps by it. There are huge gates and walls made of some weird stuff that looks like the paint made it. I don't exactly want to but I'm the only one around able to even go outside, weak ass, slow hoomans get snatched up fast." He makes a claw shape with his hand, clearly having too much amusement at it.

Tom chimes in "Wait, you call yourself Apocalypse Fox?" He snickers a bit. "I think Fox tits is less embarrassing."
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Introductions were had, and it seemed Tom was a lot more outspoken than he first seemed! Always the ones who lacked a sharp mind that spoke the most, whether or not Dana was aware of her own irony. Tom was about a blunt as well, a sledgehammer. Bobby's shining introduction caught her interest, as Dana was fond of art. While not a valuable skill to survive on her home Earth, a little bit of drawing and especially music made life bearable.

Even if she was still a little on-edge near Ornlu, at least he was to the point. She shrugged back at his statement about cartoons. Much as she enjoyed that medium, it really didn't make a difference to her. She'd had more than enough experiences where being present as a non-human made average folk reach for their weapons. On a different Earth, Dana hoped to avoid repeating such xenophobia. She listened intently to the wolf-boy's explanation of what was going on. Humans always had a habit of screwing something up, only to fall prey to the results of their hubris. At least they were a persistent species, and sometimes those screwups meant something cool could come of it.

But today, this was not the case. Just as Dana was about to respond with a quip, Tom interrupted her to poke fun of her codename. What's more, he even jabbed at her 'fox tits' comment. It wasn't her own title; an ex-merc she called a friend -- and that was pushing it most days -- came up with that loathed nickname. So instead, the vixen put on a strangely saccharine smirk as she walked over to Tom, taking him up by the handle and staring him dead in his oversized, exaggerated eyes.

"Because", she smiled with ice in her voice, "When I catch up to motherfuckers that hurt innocent people? It's the end of the world for them. Get it? 'Apocalypse' Fox, jackass! Mind watching your lack of a tongue when I save your sorry ass next time?"

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