MADMAN APOCALYPSE - Chapter -29 (Patreon)

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Chapter -29

It was way worse than the Meat Flower, because the entire chunk of Mimic Meat tasted of synthetic grape, while its unsettling texture and powerful stench made me gag violently, as though triggering some primal response that knew it was bad to eat it.

            I was immediately reminded of the one time I’d tried a weird Swedish delicacy that’d smelled like a garbage bin left out in the summer for three weeks without supervision. Pushing the horrendous memory aside, I clicked the options to get some more information.

            “What the hell,” Panda muttered in disbelief. “They’re all actually not terrible?”

            I nodded. “Finally.”

            “Should definitely get the Randomizer!” he said eagerly.

            “There is no way in hell I’m trusting the System on this. Didn’t you tell me just moments before a fucking Mimic showed up that everything is rigged??”

            “I suppose I might’ve said something like that.”

            “I’m picking Reflective Shell,” I decided and clicked on the option.

            “I thought you said you didn’t need defense.”

            “Getting shot really changed my perspective on that,” I replied.

            With the Mimic Meat out of the way, I figured it was time to evolve Brock, so I pulled the pop-up back into view:

            “I wonder what Purple2 does,” Panda said curiously.

            “Pick Hydra!” Brock insisted.

            “There’s no way I’m testing out ‘Purple+’!” I told him, before clicking the ‘Hydra’ option, even though the ‘Batter’ swing speed was probably better.

            The purple Bonk Hammer made a sound like two balloons being rubbed against each other, before a wet pop announced the arrival of a second hammerhead, which grew next to the original one and had a short neck connected to the main shaft at a forty-five-degree angle.

            “Me willy’s a Siamese Twin now!!”

            The next level-up appeared immediately after the effects of the transformation had subsided:

            “Eh… I guess ‘Hydra+’ for symmetry,” I muttered and clicked it before anyone could argue with me about it.

            Another head appeared on the end of the Bonk Hammer, opposite side to the first, creating a very strange-looking weapon. I was slightly worried that the additional surface area at the end would blunt the impact damage it was capable of dishing out, though it was likely that such realistic worries might not factor into the weapon, which was, by its very existence, counter to the rules of normality.

            “Another special evolution!” Panda said excitedly.

            “My hand-eye coordination sucks, so I’m picking ‘Double Trouble’.”

            “But what about ‘Rainbow Trail’!? Don’t you want to know what it does??”

            “Not even slightly. It might just be some kind of earbleed version of the Nyan Cat song on repeat for all we know, or it might fuck up my tastebuds again.”

            As I clicked the option, no obvious change overcame the Bonk Hammer, but Brock immediately groaned in pleasure, which, considering that I was holding him, made me deeply uncomfortable.

            “Please stop that.”

            “But it felt so good…!”

            “I’ll throw you away if you don’t stop squirming!”

            “Hmm,” I hummed, looking at the options.

            “‘Crusher’ is the best one,” said Panda.

            “I guess I don’t need more shockwave power,” I replied in agreement.

            “What about me shaft!? Won’t someone think of me shaft!?”

            “You’re long enough as is,” I told Brock and clicked ‘Crusher’. The only noticeable difference was that the weight increased. Despite still being a balloon hammer, he was back to weighing the same as when he was a shortsword.

            “Damn…” I said, as I saw the last option.

            “You’ve got to pick it!”

            “But they’re all so good…”

            “Gambit, don’t be a fool now.”

            I sighed and clicked ‘Ghost Strike’.

            “Woah… That’s an odd sensation.”

            I lifted Brock up and moved him around a little, immediately noticing that some kind of misty blue trail followed him now. It was kind of like a portion of his soul was trailing behind the heads of the hammer.

            “That should be all the upgrades,” Panda said. “Now do your level-up and let’s get out of here.”

            “What about the Fusion Gum?”

            “Does it actually do anything?”

            I frowned. “Panda… you literally told me to check everything.”

            “I guess I did.”

            “You seem kind of out of it,” I said.

            “Well, think about it, you just killed five Players without meaning to and it didn’t faze you in the slightest.”

            I shrugged.

            “See! That right there is exactly what I mean!”

            “Doesn’t Superman kill a bunch of people when he fights villains in the city?”

            “…Did you just compare yourself to Superman??”

            “That’s pretty delusional, Nigel,” Brock commented seriously.

            I ignored their remarks and brought up my Status screen, sinking my new attribute point into Vitality for more Stamina and Health:

            “I think a Tomahawk is superior to Ribeye,” I muttered, taking offense to the System’s ranking of cuts of meat.

            “Ehh, Gambit?”

            “Yea?”

            “Look at your Insanity Gauge…”

            “What the fuck. Why is it like that??”

            “I guess because of the Conspiracy Whistle.”

            “Does this mean I have 110% Insanity now??”

            “That seems to be the case.”

            “I wonder if it changes anything.”

            The Panda shrugged. “I don’t think it’s meant to happen.”

            I shook my head. It was just another thing that was broken. I picked up the Fusion Gum and inspected it:

            Panda read the tooltip and then fell silent.

            “Sorry Gambit,” he said. “I’m glad you ignored my advice to overlook the gum.”

            I smiled and patted him on the head. “Don’t worry about it. I was just following your past advice.”

            “You know, I just realized, using ‘Dungeon…’ and ‘…Break’ without this gum wouldn’t have done what we thought it would, because they’re separate Abilities.”

            “That warning at the bottom sounds like they really don’t want me to use it.”

            “So? What are you waiting for?”

            Flashing him a grin, I unwrapped the wax paper and threw the flat piece of gum into my mouth. As I bit down, an explosion of synthetic grape filled my mouth, before a menu appeared:

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ACTIVATING SKILL FUSION!

Choose two Abilities or Passives to combine:

            “Combine ‘Dungeon…’ with ‘…Break’,” I responded.

COMBINING SKILLS!

One moment…

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New fusion skill created!

Congratulations!

You have unlocked the new Ability:

‘Dungeon-Break’

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            No sooner had the message appeared than a new and ominously-familiar announcement followed:

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WARNING!

A GREAT GAME ADJUDICATOR HAS BEEN SUMMONED!

CEASE HOSTILITIES OR BE VAPORISED!

VACATE THE LANDING ZONE IMMEDIATELY!

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            “Uh oh.”