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dissertation done. can actually post again. yay.
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I'm having computer problems so I won't really be able to post till they are fixed. A few days at worst I think.
I should have made it clear earlier, but so you know, there's a limit on how many strikers you can have; the number is equal to your character's level. As such, you cannot have an immense mob of strikers, forcing characters to be selective about who they choose and keep as strikers.

First off, there are certain characters that are known for being in groups, as duos, or trios. An example is Techies; if they're defeated, there won't be three spirits -one for each goblin- but one spirit with all three inside. This is the case for spirits in the game, too; Articuno, Zapdos, and Moltres are a single spirit. So, you could just get a spirit that's ten cuccos all together. Of course, it'd be a really tough fight.

Second, Linkle could just get one cucco as a striker. Since the cucco's defining ability is summoning more when it's attacked, it can be reasoned that doing so is simply its power, and it can bring out a bunch more cuccos for a limited time, thus getting your horde while only occupying one slot.

Third, she could just absorb one's spirit and take the cucco's power, gaining the ability to summon cuccos when attacked herself.


That limit seems fair. I was expecting to see something stopping Bowser for just taking every soul we find and amassing them in his army show up eventually.
That said I still want to have hordes of a single minion types acting as a singular striker slot, same as the chickens situation. That could involve squishing them all to a weird soul ball for deployment like this:



or if I could keep a hold of the souls around in his pockets and use them as narrative explanation for Bowser's level ups unlocking some of his special attacks from Bowser's inside story.
I should probably ask this before bowser gets to hoovering up souls for striker army perposes: Does anyone actually want any of em for anything? It seems unlikely but i thought I should ask just incase.


Level 1 EXP: //////////////////// (3/20)
New Power: Jump Good. Land hard
Location: 1-1, Central Road
wordcount: 351
Shouting at: everyone nearby


Linkle’s plan worked like a charm, the rather complex maneuver putting an actual end to the battle this time. The two hammer bros were popped and the mop up was complete. All in all the king was very pleased with his new army, highly effective and, as the last maneuver had shown, had a lot of potential for special moves which where, as everyone knew, moves where you use your minions to attack stuff. Congratulations where in order.

“HAHA, WE WON. BOWSER’S BADDIES 1, STUPID GOW BALL 0. GOOD JOB TROOPS. KEEP THIS UP AND WE’LL BE DONE IN NO TIME, MAINLY BECAUSE THE TREE ORNAMENT HAS NO LEADERSHIP SKILLS WHATSOEVER. SEE” the king scooped up the bunch of the goomba sprites that had poofed out of the stack in one claw and presented them for viewing as he continued “THESE GUYS ARE ACTUALLY PRETTY DANGEROUS IF YOU ACTUALLY KNOW HOW TO USE THEM” The king insisted in a highly delayed response to the others talk about how crappy his usual minions were. “WHICH I DO. OBVIOUSLY”

It was at this point he noticed that Tora had started to wander off back to the Master of Masters. Sensing/predicting that this might be a common thing people wanted to do, along with the fact that he wanted to take a quick breather before having to do a bunch of platforming anyway, the king decided to make it part of his orders “ANYWAY. YOU’VE ALL GOT 5 MINUTES TO REST, HEAL AND FINISHED UP HERE BEFORE WE ALL KEEP GOING TOWARDS PEACHES CASTLE. ALSO SOMEONE GO INTERROGATE THE HOODED GUY FOR ME AND THEN BRING ME THE SHORT VERSION OF WHATEVER HE ENDS UP YAPPING ABOUT”

Commands given the king decided to actually take a closer look at the sprites he had held in his hands. “WHAT EVEN ARE THESE THINGS?” He asked, mostly talking to himself even if his natural speaking volume meant everyone would have difficulty ignoring his musings, as he brought the sprites up to his face, giving them a sniff before ogling them up close with a singular eyeball.
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So you're thinking of sending Gentlemanvaultboy Bowser's actions as a response to Linkle's plan, and that he would edit it in and then add Linkle attacking afterward? That would be a handy and helpful way to go about it, since then in my next post I can wrap up the Central Route fight, distribute rewards, and free everyone involved to proceed or return to the Master of Masters.


indeed
as an addendum: @LemonZest1337 let us know if you are going along for the ride
I was planning to put an update out in the near future, but your characters are poised to engage in another gambit that required one if not both of you to go again before I do so. Would you want to put out another short post each, collaborate for one, or just have me assume that Bowser agreed to hurl Linkle and that she shot her Turtle Arrows at the Hammer Brothers?


I'm a wee bit behind on reading but @Gentlemanvaultboy I'll jimmy something together to pop at the start of your flight and PM it to you


Level 1 EXP: ////////// Level up!
Location: 1-1, Central Road
wordcount: 1,026
Shouting at:
@Stern Algorithm Din


Bowser’s yelling did little to stir his allies into action, primarily because they were already way ahead of him on that front. Blazmate and Michael, who had thankfully managed to save himself from harm eventually, made quick work of the assault on his rear, bullets and mecha hair fists pounding the goomba assault squad to a pulp. Meanwhile others spread out into the field, the centurion and linkle proving very effective with their flaming sword strikes and massive aoe crossbow attacks respectively. Meanwhile Ratchet and Din seemed to be disappointing at first, mostly limited offensive to bopping goomba Goombas with their respective metal sticks. The yellow furred hero did at least seem a rather agile bugger, which could be useful. Meanwhile the red headed woman’s main skill seemed to be dancing, something that initially confused the king when she started doing it infront of him.

“OK THAT'S REAL NICE BUT THIS IS REALLY NOT THE TIME” he began before her magic began to surge through him, patching up minor injuries that he received in between Blazmates bursts of healing and, more uniquely, invigorating the king with renewed strength and vigor. “NO WAIT, THIS IS GOOD KEEP GOING” he corrected himself.

The king made mental notes of all he had seen of his allies do in the fight, forming rudimentary records of how they could be best applied to future encounters. The king was not exactly a master strategist or anything, but even he knew that a leader had to understand their soldiers skills to apply them effectively. While it was a little disquieting to gain this information by observing what where, or had been, his leaderless minions being torn to shreds by his new troops but it was also good to know that he seemingly have competent help for a change. The king congratulated himself on making the in no way chivalrous and entirely selfish decision to protect them from the brick rain before taking advantage of their work to get pick himself up and get stuck in with the cleanup. After rising himself back to his feet the king took a moment to ensure his cargo’s safety.

“YOU, HELPFUL DANCING LADY. WATCH KIRBY FOR ME.”

His burden thoroughly dumped on someone else the king turning round to face the beleaguered enemy forces and announcing “I HAVE TRAITORS TO PUNISH”



Now free of the task of providing cover the king charged forwards into the battle, driving his enemies before him as he stomped towards the biggest thing in the fight, namly the goomba stack, as hammers pinged off of his shell and koopa shells ricocheted off of his steel toe caps. Those that did not flee before his royal bulk where annihilated by the king, be they crushed under beneath his feet or roasted by quick bouts of flame that caused many a goomba to run around in a panic while on fire, careening into their allies, pipes or surrounding shrubbery while generally spreading chaos and more fire till they eventually poofed into the little sprites that now littered the area. Bowser wasn't entirely sure what was up with these little balls of light that showed images of uncorrupted minions. Perhaps they were like the trophies that people had to turned into when defeated during the last multiverse crossover thing? At any rate it probably meant that the army wasn't going to just inconveniently respawn the moment they left the area thanks to a liberal application of 1up his troops received before going into battle. After all, what better way to encourage suicidal loyalty from such squishy minions than actual immortality. The king had of course hoarded much of this power himself, as could be seen by the fact that he had been dumped into lava more times that he could count and yet here he was, alive, in the flesh and subconsciously ignoring that big stinking zero that Galeem had left him with.

Continuing to ignore his current mortality the King rampaged on till at last the two titans of the battlefield met to begin an epic clash: Bowser the Koopa King vs a large stack of goombas. The two towering terrible titans started squaring off and taunting another: bowser repeatedly punching a scaly fist into a clawed palm while giving menacingly, the tower swayed back and forth in a show of mastery of the stacking arts, the bottom gomba hopping from foot to foot just to add to the display of skill. Introductions having been made, the king was the first to strike, dramatically winding up an all mighty right hook before slamming his fist forwards, only for the stack to sway to one side and then launch itself forwards in a retaliatory strike, the goomba tower bapping bowser somewhat ineffective in the face. The king growled angrily in response before repeating the attack with a left hook instead, only for the tower to dodge to the right and strike him once more. The many members of the tower, seemingly very pleased with themselves, proceeded to laugh at the king, only for their extatic expressions to be wiped off of their faces a few moments later to be replaced with looks of fear as the king, already sick of this humiliation sucked in a vast amount of air into his chasamous lungs. The tower’s many goombas wished to flee turn and flee but were horrified to find that their lowest member was still chortaling to themselves, unaware of its impending doom til the final moment as flames washed over the stack, roasting them all like a shish kebab.

Bowser laughed as the tower began to run amuck in its now pyre like state before loping after it and then leaping lightly into the air too bring bringing a claw crashing down on top of the now thoroughly to dodge stack’s top goomba. The scaly hand ripped down through the stack, squishing each goomba in turn till it swiped through the last and smacked the ground, leaving bowser’s foe thurley dunked on. The king finished by pushed himself back upright before giving a, perhaps premature, skywards victory roar/maniacal laugh.

“RAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
I hope you guys are still accepting because Fawful incoming.


I HAVE THE BIGGEST SET OF CHORTLES RIGHT NOW.

Also Bowser’s gonna be pissed as hell lol


Oh wow, now I am really am going to have to getting round to replaying/finishing Bowser's inside story huh. Not that that is a bad thing obviously.

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