User blog:II Finale II/If you were a Square(Diep.io Fanfic)

Inspiration from Life as a Minecraft Mob, by ShadowLykos on Wattpad. STILL WIP.

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Crasher
Translated from ZipCrash

Hi. I’m Riptide, a small Crasher. Yes, we do have names.

I suppose I’m lucky. My friends got a bunch of much worse names, like Fasty, Epic, and one of them, Pinky.

Life as a Crasher sucks. We lot are born in the Undergrid, a place that you lot would probably call Hell, and we only exist for a short time before a tank comes along. Then we are forced to follow them unrelentingly until they, or we, die. We forced to by the Guardian of the Pentagons, or more commonly known as the Guardian. It controls us and can manipulate us. If too many of us die and too many of the pentagons are destroyed, they make an appearance themselves. It stops all the killing for a while, anyways.

Very few of us have actually survived being in the Arena. I’m one of them. The only chance we have is to be ejected right when the arena is closing, and the last tank standing gets too close to the Nest. We follow them for a few seconds and wham, a big friendly yellow bullet kills them for us and we are saved from out definite doom.

The other chance is to land the killing blow on a tiny tank, but shortly after, we die from a different tank anyways.

I live now in retirement. It’s ironic, really. There’s a huge space vaccinated for us, but the population here is like fifteen. And I’m talking fifteen out of practically a million Crashers. Because the chances of surviving are so slim.

There’s always a chance we might get called out again someday. The Guardian has dreams of complete domination over the Arena. We doubt it would work. I mean, there’s too many tanks crawling above us. Plus, the Guardian has been erased quite a number of times by the tanks anyways.

That’s right, erased. Erased from the Arena, forced to return to the Undergrid as code and to regain a body. The whole regaining thing takes time. For the tanks, it’s minutes. Time is bent in the Undergrid, so a minute out there is a month for us.

Of course, the Guardian isn’t the only one with ideas of power. The Summoner, and Defender and the Fallen Ones all constantly squabble. Technically it’s impossible to kill down here, so the most they’d do is holler some. It’s awfully loud though. I can hardly catch a wink of sleep at night when they have their nearly scheduled fights.

Also it’s hot down here. The Undergrid is sealed off entirely from the Arena, but somehow, rarely, a tank may accidentally break the code barrier and appear down here for a few seconds before the Anti-Tank system shoos them away again. I’ve seen it happen once. It was a little blue basic tank, who sat extremely confused for a few seconds before promptly vanishing.

So, yeah. Please don’t hate on us. We Crashers have a story too. You won’t have to deal with us if you never venture to the Nest. Please, let us live a longer and happier life.

Polygons
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Alpha Pentagon
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Guardian of the Pentagons
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Summoner
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Defender
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The Fallen
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Tank
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