MyccoHaccers: Prep for NaNoWriMo 2022

Protagonist Antagonist Confrontation (Outdated, outline)

Protagonist/Antagonist Confrontation – The Point at which Antagonist's actions either need to be directly opposed, or Protagonist needs to give up.

Protagonist chooses: Oppose.

SETTING: One of the giant pipes the mycelial beings used to travel back and forth, and Mall Management uses to send out excess sewage (or push out undesirables))

((A has been raging about the severe plan that must be followed - but P has seen through it all at this point. The 'plan' is simply the echoing remnants of A's raging; The plan never alters, never changes, never succeeds, never fails. P can not permit it to go on any longer.))

P: How old are you?!

A: What? ::Blink blink, taken aback::

P: ((Shouts louder, bolder:: HOW OLD ARE YOU?!?!

((A seethes with rage at the impertinence, the interruption to their neverending tirade against injustice. P is not intimidated. They glow just as brightly, having found the thing that anchors them - making them immovable.))

P: Doesn't matter. You could'a died yesterday, died a thousand years ago. Point is - you're dead. You're still shambling around here carrying on - but you're dead."

((Gathering cloud of power, absolutely flabbergasted to be confronted like this.))

A: You've been here long enough to know better. ((Narrowing eyes)) If I'm dead, then so are you - but I've been dead longer than you, and I was here before all this ((casts hands at everything around them))... this vile wreckage of humanity's hubris was forged!

((P picks up a chunk of infrastructure that has fallen down; like so many things, it shows the structure's age - and the structure represents this battle that A wages. They raise it up towards A.))

P: I know this place pretty damn well. And I don't care what was here before. ((P points towards the entrance to the sewer, the place where they experienced their last stand for survival as the system rolled over them.)) THERE ARE PEOPLE IN THERE.

A: ANd they've done -nothing- to fix this. They keep joining the ranks, keep on trudging away for those assinine cowards.... claiming the great promise of this structure for their own petty ends!

((P throws the rock against a cracked spot in the wall. It knocks more chunks down, revealing a rusted bit of metal frame underneath. A is distracted from their tirade by the action and the result. They now look baffled at P.))

A: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

P: WHat?

A: Do you want to bring this whole place down?! ((A rushes to assess the damage. P simply watches in silence.)) This is connected to a load bearing structure. You have to be careful!!

((P picks up another chunk, and throws it at another crack. Even more chunks fall. A shows signs of panic and even more distraction, and they begin to dissipate in that familiar way when they must direct focus in too many places.))

A: STOP!!

((P gathers energy, and then directs a blast towards the top middle of the entrance. The glow travels all along that length of sewer. Loud booming noise as cracks form all along the pipe, and suddenly chunks are crashing down everywhere. A starts shouting and screaming, just absolutely unable to hold it together. They dissolve as their particles are drawn everywhere all along the busted pipe, desperately trying to make the current reality be different than what it is.))

((P remains as they were, calm and unmoved by the chaos. They don't look gleeful either; simply stern and tired. They begin the walk to the blocked off entrance, using hteir power to simply move aside any rubble in their way. A's erratic light flashes and statics behind them, absolutely unable to pull themself together enough to affect the things around them))

((As P steps through the entrance, greeted by the terrified onlookers who were either in the area or attracted by the commotion, that familiar distant screaming can be heard - the terrifying cries that P remembered hearing years ago when they chanced upon P locked and barred far below that stairwell, the whole thing lit up with sickly green light.))

((Zoom in on P's face as they realize - it's A. That horrible noise, that feeling of dread and haunting that has seeped into every square inch of this place... That was always A when they lost control and returned to their trapped body.....))

((The onlookers are amazed to see this unfamiliar, powerful being step through. They look so much weaker and hungrier than P remembers when they were last here. Maybe things are worse. Maybe P has just been around love and plentiful supplies long enough that this austerity and starvation is now completely alien.))

((People try to talk to them, custodial corps members try to ask what the fuck. The thickly padded armor of the Assistant Managers makes its usual clattering as the motherfuckers begin to descend. But P pushes past it all, using their old skills of navigating huge unyielding crowds. They have to get to A. They have to free this suffering soul!))

[[[END OF SEGMENT; LEADS INTO FINAL BATTLE ETC]]]

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