Rain World and all characters in it are made by Video Cult, I do not own these characters or the game.
If you do not know what Rain World is, I heavily advise you do some non-spoilery research on it.
Heavy spoilers for the base game and Artific...
(This music is short. You may want to consider looping it, if you wish)
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"If the rain comes
They run and hide their head
They might as well be dead
When the rain comes"
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ACT 1
Gates of Hell
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Everything was strange.
Everything was abnormal.
Everything was unfamiliar.
How long have you been running through the same steel filled tunnels? Trying to find another sanctuary from this madness?
How long have you been running from predators that want your broken body in their mouth?
How long have you been trapped in this alien world? Forever trapped in a cycle of rain, rot and blood?
Too long was the correct answer for every single one of these questions.
Giant iron buildings could be seen outside the tunnels through cracks in the decaying walls. It was breathtaking the first time you saw them, but after subsequent viewings, it only brought you unfathomable dread.
If such a brilliant metropolis could fall into ruin, then so could you.
The Rain was bound to be upon you any moment now and you did not want to be crushed by the onslaught of raindrops today, or be washed away in the current, or drown.
The Rain really was dangerous, no point sticking around to find out otherwise.
You sighed and kept running, you had to think of something else. Something more, uplifting.
It only seemed to be yesterday when you ended up here. Falling down a pit (or ravine) into this horrible world filled with creatures who only see you as another snack.
You had no idea how you survived the fall and at this point, you wished you hadn't.
Your memories were foggy. You probably hit your head or something when you fell.
Though, you do remember being raised by a clan of green slugcats, ones who used peace as a tool. You were inspired by them to be the best slugcat you can be. A savant of peace and prosperity.
Now look at you, hungry, thirsty and ill. Lost, scared and already sentenced to death.
The tunnels seemed to never end; you seemed to be going in circles. Every one of these twists and turns looked the exact same as the last one.
Sanctuary was close, it had to be. At least that's what you kept telling yourself.
The thing that kept stalking you always shone its yellow light towards some sort of point of interest, and the last time it showed up, it directed you to the end of these tunnels.
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