Bitverse lore event part #1

What happens when you create a “Bitverse lore” event with the community? Just pure awesomeness.
We are happy to announce, and share with you, the creations of members of the Bitverse community. Also, thank you to all the participants of this first “storyteller” event.

— —— — — “The Papoz Invasion” — by @[Mod+] Toastie — — -—

“Have you ever witnessed your loved ones crumble like croutons?”

The words of the butcher echoed through Quinn’s mind as the next bombing run rocked the Guild Hall. The sheer force of the corn kernels popping against the outer wall served as a fitting symphony of destruction for the ongoing invasion.

To his left laid the headstone of Professor Haile, ironically the first victim of the Butcher’s commander of war, Svireal. The tales of his accuracy were true, evident by the rain of berry flavored munition catapulted over the armory to deliver his final blow. He was the captain of our watch but couldn’t withstand the crunch.

To his right were the remains of Brenne, charged with rear defense, brought to a tragic end by the butcher’s battle strategist, Stenon. The steak coordinated a flanking maneuver with Findellow to set our only escape route ablaze, pinching us within the confines of town without any hopes of reaching Fishing Island.

The harsh reality of what was happening began to set in, much like the citric acid pooling around Quinn’s feet. Croundy breached the wall, spewing toxic levels of goo from his mouth to dissolve the only remaining fortifications. As the invasion waves progressed, so did the rot plaguing the town. As Quinn’s gear started to melt, the clash of metal against brick echoed through the courtyard as the walls fell to reveal the shepherd orchestrating the attack.

Chefoz, adorned with his faithful butcher knife, stood before Quinn, horribly disfigured from sugar bloat. As he locked eyes with the Bitverse’s final living NPC he grinned and admonished his blade with one final remark:

“Nice. To. Meat. Ya.”

— — — — — “The Grid” — by @[T0K3] Fyra — — — — —

The Grind It’s all about the grind, the grind, the grind, How it blows my mind, my mind, mind, All the things you find, you find, you find me Always at the grind, the grind, the grind.

Started this game but a year ago I was all green and I went so slow. I talked it up in worldchat ’cause I didn’t know All about the grind, the grind.

Green boosts, is the way, they said, Led me to Bob and Jerm’s guide, I read It all, maxed epics, you will stay ahead of the The grind, the grind.

Get set, get pet, get all your accessories Save gems, get them, and then say pretty-please, To those eggs, those boxes, and hope for legendaries And then you save for all those energies.

Joined a guild, got a raid team, Found a good carry, and I got my glarz scheme Was DPS, and I had my successes But now I’m bait (like glarz) so I can carry others. People said that those who can tank it Can solo those world bosses and then really bank it On all those energies so your gems will thank ya When you pop that boost so that you can crank it.

Travelled through the flags, pushed through, not gonna brag, yeah. Found it hilarious when ularius makes the boss sad. Got stuck on flag eight, couldn’t use my guildmates, Had to respec, reforge, recover and then I mount-shot — celebrate! But to get those ancients, need to to be patient with those D4s Max block, no luck, aw shucks, heal-lock, you’re stuck, therefore Gear up, ask up, put your questions in the discord Deflect, evade, and grind till you’re the victor! (Refrain)

Bitgor, shout it out! I’m itty bitty, put the bit in your fifty Raid shards, I wear them on my neck So you can pop your collars if you fight hard, Some people think that I’m a duck or maybe a lil-chick, (perhapz?) But it don’t matter when I help you find that myth-ic! (Gz gz!)

It’s all about the grind, the grind, the grind I’ve played this a long time, a long time, And this is what I find, I find, I find, (get used to it, drink your coffee) It’s all about the grind.

—“Fenrir’s Omen and The Wolf’s Deception” — by @[ENMY] Spook42 —

Fenrir’s Omen and The Wolf’s Deception (part 1/3) As Grimolf watched over the wasteland of stone and snow he called home, his mind and heart were filled with an anxiety that he had not known before. He had long been the strongest of his peers, which had resulted in him ruling over the snowfields with an iron fist and a frozen cudgel, as the legends say. However, contrary to the tales that were told around campfires of a great, hulking beast devouring any and all who trespassed in his territory, the frost giant also ruled with a heart of gold. Rather than ambushing adventurers out of pure malice, Grimolf only sought to protect those he held dear — and if defending his precious herds of Toruyy resulted in the deaths of a band of hunters, then it was an unfortunate sacrifice that would need to be made. Despite Grimolf being confident in his strength, he feared it may not be enough to triumph over a new threat that had been tearing through the local areas and was now rapidly approaching his tundra — a party of adventurers much more powerful than the mere bandits that had challenged him previously.

Fenrir’s Omen and The Wolf’s Deception (part 2/3) The first to fall was Haefest, lord of the fairies. He had fought the invaders valiantly, firing volley after volley of spectral arrows and summoning lacerating gusts of wind with the beat of his wings in an attempt to preserve the rolling hills he swore to protect, but eventually his body could not withstand any more damage and he became the first major casualty of the incursion. The news of his defeat was distressing to Grimolf as the two had been close friends, and any team of adventurers with the power to stand up to the lord of the fairies himself may also possess the power to rival his other allies as well. Not long after, Grimolf heard news of the defeat of the wise old witch Baga Baya, the guardian of the fungal forests. She and her familiars hurled all manner of potions, poisons, tonics and spells at the approaching marauders, but they shrugged off the alchemical onslaught as if it was nothing and proceeded to defeat the sorceress. Not even Calaveragh, mistress of the arcane and commander of an army of the undead could hope to survive against such an overwhelming force, and was promptly sent back to her grave.

Fenrir’s Omen and The Wolf’s Deception (part 3/3) Grimolf’s mourning for his fallen comrades was cut short by the distant sounds of clashing steel and exclamations of pain. He knew the source of the noise without a second of reflection. The adventurers. The so-called “heroes” who had stormed his land, murdering his closest friends and allies along the way, were now at his doorstep. As he prepared himself for battle, the frost giant glanced towards the great iron wolf that watched over the landscape, as if to ask for its blessing for the upcoming struggle. One of Grimolf’s most trusted aides, an elven warrior named Faltin, sharpened both of his blades enough to slice through the air itself and silently joined his master’s march through the snowfields towards their adversaries. They both knew there was little chance of either of them being alive by the end of the day, as each step allowed them to see more of the carnage that had been wrought by their foes, but retreat was not an option. As the adventurers came into view, Grimolf flew into a violent rage, beating his chest and letting out a furious bellow that echoed across the landscape. It was time to show these fools that there was truth to the myths of the rampaging brute in the frigid wastes.

— — — — — “Gemm is a melvin” — by [äsh4] Puff — -— — —

Gemm is a melvin.

Once upon a tier, a melvin was born. But there’s something different about this little melvin. His color was different from the rest of his kind. Melvins are usually green in color. But this particular youngling had dark grey, almost black complexion. Another one of his unique, but quite fascinating features were the color of his eyes. They glowed blue like a precious gem in a dark cave, hence his parents named him Gemm.

And as all cliche stories about someone being different from the rest of his kind, the little one grew up being bullied and unaccepted. He was bullied constantly by other young melvins of his age, and the adult ones are no different, gossiping and spreading all kinds of rumors about little Gemm. These rumors include a disease, a curse, a bad omen, or even Gemm being not an actual or pure melvin. Gemm’s parents did their best to raise him to be kind and disciplined melvin. He grew fine, but the constant feeling of being an outcast was slowly getting to him. As he matured, Gemm thought about leaving it all behind so he can focus more on himself and what he wants to do and want to be in life. He bid his parents farewell and left their community.

But the outside world is much more cruel than Gemm expected it to be. The source of food was not a problem, but the constant threat of other creatures that might do him harm was an issue he had to do something about, and quick. Gemm then went into deep thought on what he could do. He remembered that one of the main systems of protection as well as weapon of melvins is their advances technology. But that isn’t quite possible as Gemm is alone and do not have the knowledge or resources for it. And then he was reminded of something. Martial arts! Physical prowess! Gemm immediately started training himself and building up muscles and physical strength while also honing combat skills. After several months, Gemm has turned into a big, buffed gentleman who had no issues defending himself from other creatures.

Then Gemm learned about the massacre that happened on the Melvins. It came as a shock, but more importantly, Gemm thought of his parents’ safety including his entire race even though they only made him feel like an outcast before. But all those weren’t important to Gemm anymore. He had decided to stand up for his race. He returned to his community, fought off the enemies. He was then acknowledged by the other melvins and was welcomed back. The melvins gave him the title “Gemm the Savior” or in some cases they would call him “Gemor”. As the rest of his kind started to accept Gemm as one of them, he also slowly learned to accept himself. And ever so slowly, Gemm’s color slowly turned green. Gemm’s fusion “Gemor” comes from Gemm + Savior. He turns green like the rest of his kind’s color.

— — — — — “A True Family” — by @[S3WP] Zarkor — - — — —

In all my time, grinding with ye I’ve never felt quite as free As whence I obtained the RNG And finally beat that damn Brimby.

Later on, after many years Rummaging through my past gear I stumbled across a memory And re-equipped my Unity

Though all may have seemed for naught I leave you all with this thought It doesn’t matter if you have Glarz or not For elemental damage will clean his clock

Here my rhyme is winding down So make a smile from that frown Sit in chat, look around A true family, you have found