Tale of Diep:The Tale of Diep

Words cannot begin to describe the history and controversy locked in the story you are about to read... when legends cry out and mythos burn and meld into reality. There are no lies and no shortcomings within these passages. This is the story of what we've lived through. What we've feared. This is the tale... of Diep.io.

History
We always talked of what we once were. That is not known. But our history and rise took long... centuries, even. And in our rising we were tormented by the devilish being who created us as his toys. He is talked of below... an evil god who shouldn't be given his power.

But we fought, even in primitive nature. We fired back at whatever hellish spawn he created to kill and exterminate us. But in our evolution and study, we found a way to seal him away just long enough to fight against his power and his followers.

The Polygons
''For a long time we have taken for granted the many shapes spread across the land. We destroyed them... harvested them... abused them. Little did we know the reason they existed. It was just like every day when all it all began. We didn't know what was coming. That was... until the storms came. It started with a quake as the world tore, and the sky collapsed. It was nothing we had seen, nor prepared for... And on the edge of our plane of existence, the eye of the hurricane began to form, a living breathing entity sheathed in our past mistakes. Her roar was thunder, and the rain alive. We knew what day had come. It was time for the Polygon Mother to take her revenge. -The Prophecy of the Polygon Mother, stolen from the Archprophet.''

We didn't know where these marvels to evolution and power came from for quite a long time. When we first developed enough mental capacity to understand their use and to strengthen ourselves, we had gone on a mad hunt to farm them. And no matter how much we destroyed they would be reborn in a blink. They come in many shapes and sizes, with varying energy boosts between them, but they share one common trait. A creator. One that isn't Panzer. And she despises us with a burning hate. At every chance she can get, the Polygon Mother would, will, and won't stop attacking us until we are brought to ruin. Whether they live or not, we do not know, but one thing is certain: The Polygons are ours, and as we've shown, not even their own creator can stop us.

The Cult of Panzer
And with every good, there is a bad to counter it. And that bad was Panzer. Only legends left in stone tablets held by He Who Laughs In The Tower tells of him anymore. Little did we know that that idiot would bend their words into religion before this happened. Now the Cult has grown. They have invoked Prophets, armed with their own armies when the case comes, ready to shatter worlds and convert innocent passers into hivemind followers. And they have spread a dark influence across our realm, in a time that could have prospered without all this. But swords must swing and blood must bleed, they always say. That isn't going to stop the Archprophet, and his rule of madness. We will get through the labyrinth that protects his tower, destroy his most acclaimed citadels, and murder his most devoted leaders if we must to put an end to this. It may be the wrong thing to do... but in the end its for what's right...

We could have stopped him. Back then, decades ago, he wasn't what we think he is... Back then he was a fool. A fool who believed words written by past men with no knowledge. But now, in our day and age, he is a religious figure feared by everyone except those who follow his tales. They think Panzer will let them live, but he won't. He hates all of us. And when he does finally release the great dark one, our world will end. We won't be spared. The Sons shall rule this land once more, the Nobility will conquer what is left, and the realm will revert to its original state. A state of chaos and disorder, where shadows cut deeper and blood boils thicker. Swords must swing and blood must bleed.

The Sons of Panzer
Panzer was a malicious being, who wished to spread his dark influence over every inch of the realm. And so, he birthed sons from his magic. They are beasts with no comprehension of their action, fighting for a cause they know not of. They only know they must kill all who oppose their father. And these beasts are what we know as the Boss Tanks. They inhabit fortresses built by Panzer, ruined by the weathering tear of the ages. They don't know why they fight... or why they kill us... they only do it because he told them to. We started giving them names based on what they did, and we modelled ourselves after them. The one whom has five mouths and a spine of spikes? We couldn't do anything but beg and worship, the first of his kind. And we dubbed this beast The Pentagun, solely because we named our new weapon the Penta, in model of him. They came before us. They aren't variants of us. We are variants of them... and not many in this day know that. They wreak death and havoc, and so we have confined them to the walls they were planted in. They aren't to be reckoned with. But they not the worst to fear.

The Nobility
They were a group so acclaimed and worshiping of Panzer, he gives them strength and safety. And every once in a while, they return to attack what we've built. Except for the gladiator, Royale, they all follow Panzer and were rewarded because of it. The Nobility consists of many of our worst enemies: The inventor of that wretched War Machine, the Polygon Mother, the two dead priests, and of course, He Who Laughs In The Tower himself...

But nigh their expectations, he will kill them to. This is all but a game to that nightmare of a god. At least that idiot with his stone slabs always warns us when another one is coming...

And Now We Stand...!
And He Who Laughs In The Tower uses all of this as his weapon. These prophecies of Panzer and his sons. The words of a DEAD era... he calls a cult from these tablets of stone! Panzer will never be free from his chains! What are they speaking of? Their lies and prophecies are BLASPHEMY!

And from this day forth, we are left to struggle and fight what Panzer left behind when he had control. But his weakest creations, the ones he used to test the strength of what he cared about, have risen up against him to bring about his downfall. Now this cult of fools are trying to call him back to the world to cause more chaos? And who is to blame? The Archprophet and his foul words! Damn his tales, damn his cult, and damn him! When will that coward show his face? Whenever we bash at his tower doors after murdering his cults leaders! And maybe, just maybe, that will open the door to Panzer?

Our World
Unbeknownst to many, tanks are tied into the world like a tree to the earth. When one falls, so does the other. And that goes for all living things. We are nothing without the world we fight in. There is much more outside of the Arena that not many know exists.

We are not alone in this wild realm, there are many other creatures that were spawn of Panzer in times of old. The weaker ones we took and domesticated ourselves for use in the arena or other purposes.

There are many other places in our world: The Tower of Gladii in the Desolate Plains, where the Archprophet oversees his Cult, the Shallows, a dark place where tanks become Fallen if in residence too long... the list goes on. It's unfair to say the Arena is all there is, but it's all that many think there is. It's consumed our lives, and as such, the Cult of Panzer attacks us there. They know there are Tanks to kill there...

~The Author