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At the entrance to the Dragon Bros secret bunker, there's a book. In that book is a politely worded invitation to the Dead team's Deadquarters, or in other words, they want him to join them on the Dead side of Demise. Not at all ominous, nor was the lava trap timed correctly.
Apparently Iskall's Bunker Key system was broken, which almost killed him as he fell down into the "inescapable" pit before going right back up the way he'd just come. The only solution he could think of was to pour water down the hole, though he did need to break a sign to take care of the lava. Once again, death stares him in the face as he sees a pressure plate with TNT in front of the exit.
At least the Bro Bunker seems to have been spared, but one thing is certain. The Architechs secret bunker is no longer safe.
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After all that happened today, should he really be going to the Deadquarters? No, but he's gonna do it anyway, and he's bringing the newest Dragon Bro with him. They had trapped his bunker, and he couldn't just let that slide and make a new secret hideout. The floating haunted mansion loomed over the district, and its carpeted entrance floor did not bring confidence.
When faced with the choice of caution or taking the "Bro" way, Grian's choice was obvious. And strangely enough, that let him dodge the floor trap designed to take out cautious intruders. To his left is a dark hallway, while to his right is a lit hallway with a diamond sword at the end. Of course, everything is carpeted.
Sprinting down this hallway, he dodges the lingering potions of damage that were dropped behind him and made it to the end. He can't even uncrouch though, as the tripwires would detect him and dispense more potions. Go on, ask how he learned that one. False takes the easier way of flying through the hallway.
This diamond sword is his now, claimed as the spoils of war. The two of them found a small storage room partway down this hall, but it was empty and probably trapped. Honestly, neither of them knew how sprinting through this was working, but since it was then there was no reason to stop.
The other hallway held a map room, which as an expert in map shenanigans Grian checked and found to have no floor underneath. Very Grian-targeted, it felt like. Although, down the staircase appeared to be a bit... unfinished. They had gotten through the entire first floor, as requested, and hadn't died. What was left to do now?
They needed to leave signs absolutely everywhere. Mock each and every trap that failed to get them with a multitude of signs, with a couple extra thrown in here or there for flavor text.
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Back at Sahara, yet another book awaits Grian, labeled with his name again. Could they not target someone else? Apparently they've decided to kill two birds with one stone here, inviting him to go explore the second floor of the Deadquarters as long as he brings two more people with him. Did they really think he would fall for that? They were promising him a map to all the traps on the server though, so maybe...
But not today. He had had enough excitement for one day, so he made his way down to the Dragon Bros not-so-secret bunker. How should he display the different levels of "Bro"? Maybe some kind of board, with heads on it, or...
Dispensers start rapidly making noise from above, dropping large quantities of TNT into the Dragon Bros bunker. He didn't even have the chance to run before the bunker got obliterated. Well, so much for winning Demise.
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Of all the weird things he's done on this server, holding his own funeral is definitely up there among the weirdest. But still, as a "secret bro" he'll go after the not-Bros first. The fake solemnity of the words was not helped by occasional snickers from the audience, but that's just part of the charm.
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The Chained Watcher
FanfictionThey'd gotten out. After being stuck as gladiators in that god-forsaken arena for who knows how long, they got out. Now the only problem is staying out, but how? None of them knew which way the exit was, so they scattered. Even if not all of them ma...