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techno is The Last Follower. he is this old god's home <- going insane over this line like yes like even the idea of techno as an living temple, every single little thing he does he for his god and knows his god is dying so he wants their name far and wide as a final goodbye, the final bow
i have written like 3 blood god!techno fics
i have not read revolution but i should read it at one point really. honestly i never played on hypixel cuz my connection like sucks ass but some fics ive written have hypixel as his vauge point of origin but the worldbuilding is like throwing spaghetti at a wall and seeing what sticks
of course he particpated in a war on hypixel lmao
-tides (person who made the web weave)
LIVING TEMPLE.... if i ever get back around to drawing chat and the blood god i know what im captioning the piece-
if you ever want hypixel info feel free to message me or something im a little obsessed with the server lore. my url is the name of the resistance he led against dante in skyblock im sooooo normal about that. btw the blood god is canon to skyblock, after the fight was over he built a shrine to honor it and it brought gifts to us all. <333 here's a wiki link if you're curious about it
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The Scavenger'z Hideout [sic] was Fuffy's favorite place on the entire Island.
Sure, okay, it was kind of cramped, dusty, dark, and- oh yeah, staffed with giant, talking rats, but really, that was the appeal! That wasn't something you got on any other server. There was a pleasant camaraderie in the air on the Island that was, in Fuffy's humble opinion, completely and ultimately superior to the businesslike, detached attitude held by like eighty percent of the Hypixel skyblock cluster. But then again, what did she know, coming from Mineplex, the so-called "backwater"? Only a LOT MORE than any of those elitist Skyblockers-
...but, regardless of what other people thought of her, Fuffy was always at home in the Hideout. Sure, she'd pop her head out into the world every few days to grab her daily Quests and Gems, pay her MCC+ subscription, get some crafting done at Splinter's, and play some games for disposable income... okay, so she spent a LOT more time outside of the Hideout than she did inside it, but the clacking of gears, the humid air of the forge... it would always be like a second home to her.
So it was a little bit of a shock when she heard the voice. "Pssst… you seem like a discerning eye," it called.
Fuffy blinked. "…hey, Stella, did you say something?"
The Ratsmith temporarily paused her forging, hammer held aloft. "Not sure what you're talking about, hon." She brought the hammer down to meet the near-perfect alloy sitting on the anvil. "I've been focusing on this for the past ten minutes. Maybe it was a pipe creaking?"
Fuffy cast an eye at the snaking copper pipes up by the ceiling before shaking her head. "Couldn't have been. Noxcrew paid to have them replaced last week, remember? Nibbles didn't shut up about it for days."
(Nibbles, the owner of Knick Knax, was extremely particular about "intrusion" by "The Government", because they didn't seem to think the goods they sold were legal- never mind the fact that the rats, despite being scavengers, were completely above-board. Silver was even one of the Island's official currencies.)
"Look, just get over here!" hissed the tinny voice again.
"…Stella, do you mind if I poke around in the back for a bit?" asked Fuffy. Stella clicked her tongue. "That should be fine, hon'. Just be careful, there's a lot of stuff back there, we don't want you gettin' buried."
"Alright, thanks, bye!" chirped Fuffy, scampering into the pile of junk as Stella returned to her work.
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Once she was safely out of earshot, Fuffy got to work sifting through the junk. "...What do you want? Where are you?" she called tenatively, pushing a broken bicycle out of the way.
"...Shh, not so loud!" called the voice. "I'm right in front o' ya', dingus."
Fuffy studied the battered old refrigerator with skeptical eyes. "I don't..." Her eyes fell upon the thin crack between the rusty fridge and the side of Stella'z Swaps [sic]- one just big enough for any player to slip through.
"Here goes nothing," she thought, and squeezed through the gap.
As she emerged on the other side, the voice cheered. "Hehey! You found it!" Fuffy looked around, searching for the voice's owner. The dark little alleyway was lit by a single lantern, placed haphazardly on the floor next to a tattered push-cart containing a clump of behatted mannequin heads.
The rat beside it adjusted the sign on the cart (which loudly proclaimed that the business was called "HAROLD'z HATS" [sic]), and dusted off its waistcoat. "Thought you'd never make it!" the rat said. "Hat-Dealer Harold, atchur service! Now, what can I get ya?" He pulled out one of the mannequins, festooned with a cute little frog-themed bucket hat, and practically thrust it into Fuffy's face. "Ya fancy this one, perchance?"
"...wait, this is a hat shop?" asked Fuffy, who was beginning to feel just the slightest bit discombobulated. The rat- Harold- didn't seem to notice her question, instead turning away and rifling through his stock again. "Hmm, not a fan of that one, eh? Maybe you're a bit more... understated?" He pulled out a red-and-blue knitted cap and waved it in the air, whiskers twitching as he watched her reaction intently. "No, definitely not," he decided arbitrarily before Fuffy could get out a single word, and delved back into the pile.
It was around thirty seconds before Harold came back up for air, giggling to himself. "Oi!" he called, startling Fuffy, who looked up from her communicator (strangely, she didn't seem to be getting any signal here). "Got something that should strike your fancy." With a theatrical flourish, he stepped aside, revealing... the hat.
The first thing Fuffy noticed about it was the sheer energy. The hat sat there, not doing anything, but something was just... wrong about it. But, at the same time... it was just a baseball cap. Black, with purple detailing. It was even an Island-branded hat, it had the little crown on the front and everything!
Fuffy stared at it. She took a step closer, and reached out to touch it- and looked at Harold.
"Hey, this isn't an evil hat or something, righ-" "How much?" she asked. "Wait, no, I want to-" "For the hat, I mean."
Harold grinned. "That'll be ten thousand Silver."
"That's too much! We can't afford that-" "It's a deal," Fuffy said.
Her hand closed around the brim, and everything went black.
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...Four hours later, Fuffy groaned.
She pushed herself off the wall, the cool air of the Island's current perpetual night settling against her skin. "...ugh, what happened?" she asked herself, looking down at-
The hat.
The hat in her hands.
She stared down at it. It didn't do anything. It wasn't even giving off freaky energy.
Then the holographic screen of her personal communicator popped up, interpreting her tense gaze as a request for the item's description:
Baseball Cap (Black Logo) [Uncommon] [Hat]
You've unknowingly taken the first step toward becoming the Dark Champion.
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