I've recently been introduced to a game called roe blocks, I won't say the name directly, I'm afraid of getting sued or something.
Anyways, it's a pretty fun game, and I've begun playing it on my own time, with its vast selection of everything one c...
Please look at the art I drew above 😳 thank you. To first begin, I should explain what Booth Game is. Booth game is a game where you spawn in, and either see what booths are already up and running, or create your own. It is largely a role playing experience, go to the "Hannibal Lecter barbecue" and order something, but there are a few gameplay elements, specifically, the boxing ring booth grants a boxing glove to each person standing inside, and you can actually box with them. This should suffice. With the formalities out of the way, let us begin!
"Grampa, whats this picture I found?" "Where did you find that?" "In your closet?" "You didn't look inside the secret box I hid under the fake floorboard did you?" "... the what?" "Ok good, there are some things in there that were meant for no eyes but my own, anyways, that picture you were talking about?" "... um oh um yeah, this one, it's of great grandpa fighting a black cat." "Ahhhh, it's my dad! Scug! Bless his heart down in Hell where he belongs. That's a story I remember well, he used to tell me about it a lot, back from his glory days, before his body rusted and he had to go back to the sea."
~It all started, with a few words~ Well, Grandpa Fish-Rat was sitting at a bar. He was in a pretty bad place, mentally and financially. But physically? He was pretty damn strong. He was a fighter, and in a state like that, ready to lash out at the world, he was a menace. Combat was just another thing for him, the same way you take a hit of that zaza vape or whatever you call it, he would find somebody willing to fight at the boxing ring. He still felt empty though, the thrill of the fight leaving him hollowed after it was over. That same night, a cat said something along the lines of "I eat fish". This set Gramps off, he went up to the cat right then and there and said "You wanna put those words to the test?"
"Because I ate a cat once!" "What!?" "Yeah, you heard me, you eat fish, I eat cats!" "What? You got somethin' to prove?" "Yeah, I guess... I don't know... wait, yeah! You don't eat fish!" "Alright you damn fish robot lookin... what... what skin is that?" "Shut up, just meet me at the community center boxing ring" "When?" "Saturday." ~ "What did they do next grandpa..." "Well... my dad, or your great grandpa, he was a pretty damn good fighter, pretty cocky, pretty arrogant, pretty angry, but pretty damn good nonetheless, he did nothing. He spent half the week sitting at home eating chocolate and playing games." "And then?" "Well, he decided to go to the gym to see how the cat fought. He walked in the place and saw the cat fighting this big guy, real macho man, and no matter what the big guy did he couldn't hit the cat, he could graze him, get his knuckles to nic his ears or cheek, but he couldn't land a decent right hook no matter what. He told me how the cat "fought like a blinding furry flurry of fantastic and fatal blows", he was always one for alliteration, when he was raising me, and we were running from vultures and lizards, he would practice his alliteration by saying something that stated with F over and over, listen, FU-" "NO, no, that's nice grandpa but the boxing story?" "Ah, yes, well, after the fight, he went to talk to the macho man who went to the locker room, hoping to glean some information from him."
~ "Hey, sir, about that cat?" "What about the cat?" "Like, do you know him? Any strategies or weaknesses?" "Bitch, if I knew any of that little fleabags weaknesses, I woulda crushed him, now the hell you want from me!? I'm busy washing the blood off my face." "Do not call me a bitch, you are the one who was bested by an animal." "What? Bitch? What are you gonna do? Make me not call you a bitch? How bout we settle this in the ring so you know your place." "Sure, hell, maybe if I'm lucky, the cat's and my own efforts will swell your face so much the world won't have to look at your ugly mug from this day forward." ~ "And the what grandpa?" "I'll tell you then what, as good as Dad was at fighting, he got his ass beat like he was getting paid for it. I remember this next part well. They both stepped in the ring and the slaughter began. His punches were stronger, they hurt like hell even when Dad blocked them. His muscles were tougher, every punch Dad snuck in felt like hitting an over cooked steak. Which is well done, medium rare is the only way to go." ~ "GOD, DAMNIT! THIS GUY'S STRONG! THAT CAT IS TINY, FRAGILE, HOW DID HE DO THIS?!" "HA! What's wrong sushi boy? Heads feeling funny? I just knocked the sense out, lemme put it back in..." "NO, NO HOW DID, THE CAT! I MUST FIGHT LIKE THE CAT!" ~ "Suddenly, Dad realized that the only way he was getting out of here without a concussion, was if he fought like the cat. He changed the way he fought, his body had built in claws from the manufacturer, but he didn't have any experience with claws either." "Claws? Like you? Wasn't he a fish? You talk about him like he's a slugcat too sometimes? What the hell is he?" "Don't you have a girlfriend? Too young to have one but anyways, didn't she ask you the "what if I'm a worm?" question yet?" "Uh... yeah she did." "And what did you answer?" "I told her no, I would not still date her if she was a worm." "Yeah... she left you not a day afterwards didn't she? Mhm, I can see it on your face... wait I forgot where I was going with this... um... we'll it doesn't matter if great grandpa was a slugcat or a Fishrat he's family like that Rock guy said from the car movies. And as for your girlfriend... you would be better off with dating a zodiac girl. Forget her. Anyways, he started swiping and slashing, jabbing and poking, he was starting to do decent damage, the macho man started yelping in pain. But Dad was still eating knuckle sandwiches himself. He eventually learned to move like the cat, and although he was dented and bruised, he won the fight. Barely." "And then?" "And then he started training... but he soon realized that due to his body being mechanical, he couldn't grow stronger. He was stuck, limited, he hit the ceiling." "So, how was he going to train?" "In mind, in strategy, he could not change how strong he could punch, but he could change how." "So he trained hard?" "No, it took him a while to realize this, he spent the day freaking out about what he was going to do. He considered buying a new stronger body, a really nice one with a fur cuff... collar? Bah, I never knew the word for it, the um, the... brim? Like a pilot jacket where the edges have fur? Whatever I'm getting sidetracked... so did he, he often digressed whenever he told stories." "Mmhmm, I can tell... a trait passed down from generation to generation..." "I'm adopted." "Yes, I know, only a lunatic like him could put up with adopting another lunatic like you." "Now listen here you little turd, do you wanna insult the child of Scug? I've seen it all, I've witnessed him kill gods, you pathetic thing, I've seen him in war, I've watched him hold off two squads of enemies screaming HOLD THE LINE! HOLD THE LINE! I've seen him fight packs of lizards to save me, if you think I haven't learned anything, you should" "G-g- you're scaring me..." "Good. Back with the story. It was the day of the fight. It was hyped up a lot. A big crowd, an underground event. Dad showed up to the ring early. He was hoping that the cat wouldn't show up. But he did. And before he knew it the fight was starting. He was scared, he knew how his opponent fought, but nothing about who he was. Most of the time, he could tell why they were fighting, an angry look means they're mad, a determined look means it's for money, a smile means it's for glory or fun. The cat seemed calm, it's eyes full of vigor staring intently at Dad, but calm." "... ok?" "So, he asked the cat why they were fighting, the cat said, "to scratch people", this didn't make sense to him then, but it did later. Anyways, they started fighting. It was a battle, the cat was fast, and Dad, limited by his mechanical body, had trouble keeping up. He was by no means defenseless, he moved like an animal, jumping around and kicking, but he was mimicking the cat, the cat had perfected the form. It was a close one, the cat had bruises, matted fur, swollen eye. Dad had dented and slashed body, leaking oil, scraping gears and bent pistons, as the fight progressed his body came into disrepair, he moved slower, so it was inevitable his face, his true body, would take a hit eventually. And just like that he was sent to the floor until the bell rang." "He lost?! You said he was a force to be reckoned with!" "He is, but his form changes across the lands he visits, most of the time he prefers being called "Scug", choosing to be a slugcat like me, but more commonly, he is forced into a certain form. He couldn't not be a slugcat back from when he found me, but he could choose to be whatever he wanted in other places... I'm pretty sure one day he was an anime girl... oh... I'm getting sidetracked, his form changes so while he may be a death sentence to an unlucky lizard from my homeland, he may be on par with a clumsy blind man in another." "I don't understand." "Me neither, it's a "human" thing. I can't bear the thought of being human. To be a god..." "Let's... get on with the story please?" "Agreed. Anyways, in this form, his robot body came from... questionable suppliers. He did say he just got it free from an online advertisement. It came with gaudy fur plates to attach atop the metal, but he didn't care much for the color of cyan, so he stripped it away favoring the gray metal instead. But for the first time he put them back on, the crime against fashion was a small price to pay for the extra padding against the blows he would be receiving. The doctor medical man or whatever they're called, they patched up the cat, the mechanics and the engineers, mended Dads body back into shape. Before the second round started, he strapped on the bright cyan fur cosmetics like a bulletproof vest and got ready to fight. But before the second round started he said something to the cat." "You got me spittin' blood cat, good job." "And? What did the cat say?" "The cat said thanks, with a big smile on its face." "They went right back at it, the bell ringing was like a leash snapping, the beasts of combat fighting for dominance... well, not with these two, it was fairly light in atmosphere, although they were fighting like gladiators, he felt calm, happy. The fur cosmetics did their job, they softened the lightning kicks and punches, but did little against the claws of the cat, however, even though they were vulnerable to slashing, they forced the cat to use slashing making him predictable... opening opportunities to punish. And punish he did, within a few minutes, the cat fell, the bell rang." "He won that round?!" "Yup, in due to those god awful cosmetic fur plates. In a cruel act of mercy, by the time the cat was downed, he had torn the plates to ribbons, Dad tossed them but now he was without armour. He said something else to the cat this time." "What?" "You're a lil Rocky, cat. Heh, he always liked old media, I bet the cat isn't even old enough to understand what Rocky is." "What is Rocky gramps?" "Hell if I know! They were films from even before my dads time, I grew up with the "Reboot OG" season on Fortnite... just because I'm old now doesn't mean I know old things! By the way, what season is Fortnite now?" "Season 34, Chapter 15." "What's the gimmick this time?" "They added blood." "WHAT!? Oh... Dad would have loved to see it, he loved sniper rifles in that game... watching his opponents head explode with a well placed shot would have delighted him..." "Yeah, they added cool new explosive snipers too, explosive everything! Every gun makes explosions!" "Nevermind, I'm glad he's dead, he hated explosive sniper rifles in any fashion and would have cursed up a storm." "The final round?" "He would carve his own name onto the final round because if he missed six out of seven shots he would sooner shoot himself before facing the embarrassment." "No, not the Fortnite snipers, the boxing story?" "Ah! Yes! They fought. Hard. Dad lost." "WHAT?! THATS IT? THATS THE CLIMACTIC BATTLE AND YOU JUST SAID HE LOST?!" "Yeah, what? It's not like he recorded it, you want me to try and describe every blow and dodge myself? Hell, he probably didn't even remember when he told me. He just... lost. Try as he might the cat was faster." "And then?" "He said he couldn't think of anybody better deserving of the Roblox Champ title than the cat." "And... then?" "... I Never really thought of that. The story just kinda ended there. I suppose it helped him. In a way. "To scratch people". Why did the cat take up boxing? To do what he wanted to do. The cat got hurt. Badly. Enduring the harshest punishment in the form of Dad. I guess it made him think. "Why do I do this? Why do I try?", and the answer is "to do this", if he wants to badly enough the pain does not matter. He quit boxing after that. Guess he didn't want to be a boxer. I dunno. He was broken, I think he barely understood himself..." "That's depressing." "Yeah, but it makes me glad to know that I was worth the pain." "What?" "Raising a child in rainworld is not easy, and Dad was an argumentative sort. If he didn't want to, and there was no reason to, Hell, even if there was a reason too and he just didn't care enough, he wouldn't. Perhaps he put his determination in the wrong spots, like fighting cats. But if he tried his best to raise me, then I must've meant a lot to him." "I think you're both crazy." "It runs in the family."
~The End~
Scug's Note. Im not really sure what the moral of the story here is, I couldn't just have the story about me fighting the cat, because fight scenes are hard, like, imagine John wick but a book, wouldn't work, maybe? Idk, I tried my best to make it interesting, having the story be told from my slugpup's point of view (I'll insert a picture of him here later.), told to my great, grandslugpup.
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Me and my son, he's too cute. Hes gonna grow up to be a big strong lizard hunter, he may be yippee, but he knows how to work a grill!
I did. actually fight the cat. He was tough, I think he was a computer player because he was moving ways I never seen before. Real tough guy. The part of me fighting the macho man was fabricated, as well as me using the cyan fur plates, but those were not entirely fictitious. I got the game and went straight to the market to buy some drip, and purchased like... every free item there was. Character packs were the best, since I could mix and match my own body like a Lego character. One of the character packs, (one I will not be naming because it is embarrassing as hell but I'ts part of my brand now) was cyan, and another version of it was grey. I did. win the second round, but I never changed costumes, I just needed some filler I guess. I tried to make a rotoscope animation of Fishrat, but it was bad, no good. Anyways, I have 3 ideas. My Kaiju paradise story where I became the president of the Kaijus, a backrooms one where I take screenshots of my adventure and stage it like a found footage style thing. But that might be difficult to implement. And, the last one, I forgot. Idk, leave a suggestion for a game, I'll play it, and if any good stories come I'll write them. The kaiju one was like, a 2 hour feature length saga I played on the weekend, (I have, no life.) And the backrooms one may vary due to it not being created yet. Choose, or I will.
