After days of having their north-westernmost hill occupied by forumite invaders, the koopas of a koopa fortress gather to drive them off.
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Of course, with a fighting force made up almost entirely of unskilled recruits, that can only go so well.
And of course, the first forumite encountered entered a martial trance and cuts off the foot of the first koopa to reach him. However, his martial trance wasn't enough to resist the steel chainsaw that was soon lodged in his abdomen. Despite being face-down in a literal moshpit, the koopa who got his foot cut off actually managed to kill a few forumites before being killed himself. Right after that happened, another koopa got his foot cut off as well.
And just like that, the fight was over with only one casualty and a lost foot.
The trolls seemed less than happy that they had to clean up after yet another siege. Mottled Petrel was starting to become concerned for the mental health of the trolls in the fortress, they seemed to never feel any good emotions and never hardened themselves against the sight of a dead body. There wasn't much he could do about it though.
Some migrants had arrived, and Mottled Petrel showed them about as much courtesy as the last ones. All 8 of the migrants were put into a new squad with SQman as a temporary subordinate brute because he was the only burly koopa in the whole fort besides Darkening Kaos. Mottled Petrel then went to immediately remove SQman from the position because he was only needed there as a figure head so that new recruits could be assigned to the squad, but the demon king instead informed Mottled Petrel that SQman would have to be replaced instead of just removed. "But that makes no sense, they're only going to be training until we can get a replacement anyways. We need SQman working the smelters." the demon king didn't budge "He will be replaced, we can't have an unsupervised unit, it just isn't right". SQman was less than pleased with this news, but he sucked it up and went to his barracks. This new squad was to be equipped with 4 AK-47's each, Mottled Petrel had the intention of redefining the word 'bullet hell'.
He claimed a clothier's shop, so it isn't even worth mentioning.
'Of course, beware its fire, because since when is there enough fire around here! Oh well, at least it's in the second layer.'.
Sensing this disturbance, a particularly clairvoyant bard shows some of his magical skill.
A loud click resounded through the fortress, and after a few minutes of searching Mottled Petrel found that someone had decided to pull the lever to seal off the secondary fortress from the outside world. And in doing so, an unlucky koopa had been crushed to death in its hinges. Mottled Petrel knocked against the bridge "What the hell are you doing in there?" he yelled, unaware if his voice would even travel through. From the other side of the bridge a muffled voice was heard "
My name is Urist Mc Dwarf, and as of today I am formally splitting off from Modded Hell. Me and ScourgeII are going to become the greatest tyromancers to ever live and create our own fort, and you aren't invited!". Mottled Petrel looked to his right to see ScourgeII staring at nothing in particular with his usual vacant look "What are you talking about, ScourgeII is right here?".
There was a long pause, "
He is?" the shuffling of feet was followed by a voice even further muffled by distance "
What the hell man, you told me you were ScourgeII, the prophesized one" "
What are you talking about, I'm a wood burner, I'm here on my break. I've never seen you before, much less spoke to you.". An even longer awkward silence ensued, before Urist Mc Dwarf could be heard returning to the gate "
As of today me and this wood burner are splitting off from the fort. Our fortress shall be known as 'BetterHell', don't try to stop us.". Mottled Petrel wasn't really sure what he had been expecting, but he stood in mild bewilderment for a moment, "You know the lever to open up that gate is only like 10 feet away from me, right?". Urist Mc Dwarf didn't answer, but the sounds of boulders being hauled to block off the their side of the bridge could be heard. "Whatever man, I'll just give your room to someone else if you really don't want it.".
After walking away, another koopa showed Mottled Petrel the head scarf he made entirely out of troll eyebrows.
'You know, I don't think I really blame those guys for wanting to get out of here'. Needless to say, the troll wasn't very happy about having his eyebrows taken.
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Day 1 of the overseer of Better Hell:
I fear that I have made a grave miscalculation, it would appear that neither me nor the wood burner actually know how to read. Rendering the Book of Coagulation, my plan, and this journal utterly useless. We have only enough food stocks for a week or so, if we do not achieve a cheesy immortality soon we may be forced to steal supplies from nearby Modded Hell and kidnap someone more fluent in the language arts.
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I'm at a loss guys, we need to do something fast to spread the secrets of cheese or the second fortress is doomed.