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Beef shudders clutching at his head.
“Whoa you ok man?” Etho asks, catching his arm.
“Yeah… Just, I haven’t felt good since I tried cloning. I keep getting sick.”
Etho scrunches his nose under his mask, “Could you still be connected to the clone?”
Beef freezes, “That might be it… but we don’t even know where it is.’
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Meat Beef huddles behind a rock. The mesa’s heat is horrible today. He’s been wandering around endlessly since… well since he popped into existence.
He saw all those people looking at him and hightailed right out of there.
And now he’s here.
Huddled against a rock wall hiding from the sun.
It’s hot, sandy, and miserable.
The sand on the wall behind slips. Dumping a mound onto the skinless form below. The sand stings his eyes as he scrambled to his feet.
Blinking he tries to get the sand out of his eyes. Sand sticks to his exposed flesh. It stings.
Once he can open his eyes he looks at the mineshaft that was revealed.
That’s better than standing in the sun.
So he heads in.
Cool stale air washes over him as he heads into the dimly lit shafts.
He wanders. Not knowing what the mine shafts are used for.
Fingertips run across the stone walls. Then a new texture.
It’s still stone. But it’s. Different.
Something groans behind the wall.
Meat Beef starts punching the wall. This is what players are meant to do, right?
After a few minutes the wall crumbles. And a Zombie crawls out. It raises its arms to strike. But Meat Beef gets there first.
Sinking his teeth into the Zombie’s neck.
It’s bad. It’s purely disgusting. Soft rotted flesh squishing like overripe fruit. Fluids spilling out and coating the floor.
Skinless lips coated in coagulated blood quirk up into a smile.
Growling back at the Zombie he stands up straight.
The zombie bows its head.
He grins. Food is food after all.
And with zombie’s bowing before him…
Who’s to stop him from taking over the world? Stop him from getting him revenge on his creators.
Within days the entire system of mines across the server is full of zombies.
Meat Beef the king of it all.
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ZombieCleo: X is there a reason why it’s so laggy
ImpulseSV: yeah nothing's working. Tango can’t move
Iskall: Doc’s off line
Xisuma: I’m trying to fix it….
Xisuma: :-(
Xisuma: I removed unnamed mobs.
Xisuma: how’s it now?”
Mumbo: nnnnnnoo gggood
Grian: grrrate,,,,,, cooommms areee laggging nowww
Xisuma: ohhhh myyyyy goodddneeeess mmmme
Xisuma: ittttt’’’’s thhhe mmmmobbb caaappp
Beef freezes. He's laying on the cold tiles of his kitchen. “Whatever he’s doing he’s killing me…”
“You're not dying.” Bdubs murmurs, “You're sick.”
“Same thing…”
“It’s really not.” Etho pats Beefs head.
“What is your clone even up to?”
“How should I know?” Beef murmurs into the floor.
“We’ll whatever it is, it’s breaking the world.”
Etho hums in agreement.
“Do you think there’s any way to see through his eyes?” Bdubs asks, “Hels can look through Wels’ eyes.”
Beef sniffs, “I can try.”
Grinning Etho and Bdubs high-five.
Beef takes a deep breath in and concentrates.
Feeling the connection with his clone. Feeling something warm and wet trickling down it-his chin. Eyes snap open, Meat Beef grumbles something to the clambering Zombies at his feet.
He raises a skull into his line of sight then takes a drink.
Jolting back into his mind, Beef scrambles for a bucket.
Etho pats his back. “You ok…yep, better out than in.”
“He’s eating Zombies… he has a whole army of them.” Beef splutters.
“That’s what’s causing the lag!” Bdubs gasps, snapping his fingers. “I’ll be right back. Gotta go tell X.”
“Walk.” Etho calls, “If you run you’ll rubber band.”
Beef picked his head up for a moment then was right back in the buckets. Losing what little he has left in his stomach.
Etho pats his back some more.
“I should look again.” He gasps. “See what it’s planning.”
Adjusting his mask Etho sighs, “Probably. Yeah.”
So Beef closes his eyes. When he opens them he’s back with the Zombies. Meat Beef is leading zombies towards the surface.
Pulling back Beef locks eyes with Etho. “He’s invading. Tell X to kill all Zombies. And then teleport me to his base… it should bring meet beef will me.”
“Are you going to be ok?”
“It’s just-” He goes for the bucket again and after a few moments picks his head up. “The worst zombie food poisoning ever…”
Etho’s mask wrinkles, “Ok. I’ll be back soon.”
As he walks he pulls his comm out.
EthosLab: H̷̟̘̲̲̦̝̣̳̠̠̰͈̒̀̒͠e̵̦̒̈́͊͗̋̃̉͝ŷ̷̱̼͇̟̖͆͗͆͒͌̈́̈́̓̂̄̕͜y̸̢̡̨̧͖̤̼̖͎͍͓͇͔͍͆͑̂͋̽͆̒͌̈̎́̃͂̏̊y̵͈̪̳̯̠͚̖̯͇͒̔̍͛̌͑̅͑͘y̴̨̡̛̛̭̤̦̩̜͍̼̜̻̤͙̽͋̉̈́̏̔͊̂̊͂͌͜͝ ̸̡̼͓̮̙̲́͐͠Ç̵̟̥̘̝̠͕̫͕̭̬̩̲͋̈́̍̊̃͠ͅl̶̨͕̯̞̘͙͛̀́̅̅l̸̠̞̯͓̯͕̮͕͇̼̜̤̖̈́̈́̆͌̇͘͝l̴̺̬͈̆̿͐͗̔́̒̓̂̎̀̀͌ͅl̴̦͖̙̜͔͆͆̔̓̔̀͂̈͝͝ļ̸̺͚͉͕͙͍̖̝̲̟͋͌̉̎ļ̸̟̫͔͚̤̩́́͌̐̿̑̒͜e̷̡̨̬͔̺͐o̴̲͊̈́͝ͅo̶͇̥͔͔̭̱̐̄͗̋̍̉̈͐̽̈́͐͠͠ò̸̹̘͎̻̼̠̙̺̈́̓̃̍̓̀̋̚͜͝…̶̢̗̼͉͕̬̲̤̳̭̣̔̎͒̂̏̈́͗͒̑͒͑̇̿̊͘…̴̺̬̰͔̥̘̺̳̪̈́̌͋̌̈́̉̋̑́̆̚ ̸̤̺̯̔̽͒̓̍̿͆͑͌͜͝͠͝l̷̠̈́̈́͘o̵̡̗̬̹͇͔̥͈̬̞̭̤͂͗̍͜g̷̨̧͎̙̹̙̥̲̥̦̜͔͌͐̄̀̿͂͘͝g̶̠͚̦̈́̾͛̊̂̀̌̈͐̕͝ģ̶̞͇͉͔̭̩̘̬͗͊̏͌͛̏̚͝ͅg̸̡͔̮͉̦̠̞̭̳̤̿̂̇͊̒̇̒͌ͅg̸̨̡̠͓͕͈͖̗̖̬̤̹͈̙̿̍͝g̷͔͔̝͚̖͚̩̰̙̝̟̥̯̙̔̎̔́͂̎͗͋̀̿̍̽̕ͅ ̶̢̧̮̙̭͓̭̩̾̑̐̽ȍ̷̢̢̦͍̪̞̹̼͙f̷̬̖̭̜̺̮̲̘̪̭̝̰̽̋͋͗̊́̒̏̓͊̔̽͌̓͝f̸̧̢̥̬͉͇̟̫͖̰̙̘̱̅͜f̸̧̭̼̪̊͑͌̋̌̒̽͊̉̉̌͌͗͘͠f̴̢̧̧̛̥̙̙̱̦͙̳͔͍̰̰̪͝f̴͎̹̪̦̤̾̊̍͝f̶̧̢̨̤͎̙̹͖̜͇̈́͆̏̾̈́̏͋̌̀̀̇̎́̚͘͜f̵͓̤̤̦͕͖̩̝̒̓̽͗͂̓̓͋̒̈́̌̚
Zombie Cleo: What?
EthosLab: L̴̫̮̰͉͓̯̯̗̗̭͔̼̤̪͚̔́̄̑̏̀̈́̀̈́́͠l̶̨̪̭̜̙͉͉̗̻͎͔͔͆̆͑̈́͒͗̓̆̈́̔̏̊̐͜͝ĺ̸̡͖̲͙̖͕͈͔̤̈ͅ ̵̯͎̩̺̤̯̪̰̬͔̫̅̄̃̑̓̀̀̍̄́̅͘͝͝͠ͅó̵͚̬̗̮͇̥o̸̞̟̝̱̭̬͉̬̔̇̈́͗̅͆̄̈͑̀̂͜͝͠g̶̡̢͓͈̮̯̫̈́̽̃̀͐̓̎̔̽̐̍͛̌̿͜ ̶̧̢̖͖̜̣̩̩̦̺͈̜͕̓̄̋ǫ̶̘͖͕̥̪͎͎̘͕̙̭͓̼̓͑̿̋̾̂͐̈̈́͆f̶̨͇̹̱̞͕̹̥͇̟͎̳͓͈̈́͐f̴̨̛̹̩͓̞̯̯̞͚͓̦̹̒̔͋̔͑
EthosLab: Ż̶̭̜̟̰o̴̗͖͕̓̉̐ö̵͔̜̫̫͖͖́o̶̜̪̝̍̓̕ḿ̸̨̡̳̦̝m̸̰͎̩̓́̌̓m̵̘̻͉͖͇̀̏̓̑̌͘b̵͖͉͖͆̽̌̿͜ȉ̶̢̉̉̊͜i̶̼̫̳̓̊̐͆̓͘͝i̷̤̗̞̱͛̒̈́̚͝͝i̶̝͇̩̩̩̹͋̿e̵̪̣̘͍̩͌͒͒̀̈́͠ ̶̞͈̩̞͙̝͎͑P̶͍̖͖̗͆̚u̴͕̦͋u̶̘̣͚̮̳̓̅͗ͅu̵̧͎͔̙͍͋̆̈́̚u̸͕͎̱͆͑̀̈r̷̫̼̾g̶̻̈̓g̶̺̋̿̀̈́̕͝͝g̵̩͈̟̭̀ͅȩ̶̢̮̫̟̐̈́͝
ZombieCleo: Y̷̨̖̜̤̯̹͙͂̋͆͛̈́͝y̴̖̪̓y̴̨̻̣͉͕̏Y̶̳͙̱͍̬͓͋̐̎͗e̷̞͋̎͌̽͂͝͝a̵̡̭͇̦͑́̂̕h̸̰̗͕̍͘h̴͖͓̥̒̽́ḩ̵̥̪̳̘̖̝́̑̑͛͝ẖ̸̀͆h̴̻̬͉͔̍̆̀̉̀̃͘ ̶͇̳̯͊͑̋͝͝I̷̡͍͍̋̅̀͋̒̅̈́ḯ̷̞̀́̃̽́i̶̛̠̪̔̾͌͝ǐ̶̜̳͎̀i̶̫̘̎̀ ̵̜̐̅͐g̴̢͈͈̮̞̝̘̓̔̓̾̋ò̴̧̯̟͉t̶̪̜̃t̷̺͍̆̂̌͂͛ṫ̵͔̫͕͍͚͕̤͑̈́͘͝ ̸̖͆̚n̷̹̥̳̍̀̍̍̄͝ȍ̵̢͎̣̬̈́o̷̥̥͙̜̰̿͊̇̋̑o̶̦̹̰͙͈̘̪̓̒̀͘ ̴̛̤̒̒̆̀͒̒n̵͇͂̎̎̄̕n̵̙̲͒͋̓̉̍̐͝n̴̨̓̄̄̀̈́̊͝ē̵̠̹̳̼̐̕͝ ̴̨̼͎̙̫̈̐̐̈́͠ò̷̡͇̫͕̼̮f̸̧̧͎̲̟̜͐́̒͗̾͜͝f̷̳̩͒f̴͚͙͔̲̞̫̞̆͐͋͂f̶̠̪͋̑͠ͅ ̵̢̹̹͍̯͓̀́̓̕͝t̶̡̨͇̅̓̒̈h̸͉͍̍͒̇ả̶̮̍̊̈́͌̊̕ą̷̲͚̻͋͗̍̓̈́̀͝ ̵̨͍͇̪̟̩̪̀͆̾̓͘̚a̸͉̳̪͓͓͗t̵̗̘̠̳̲̀̃͆.̴̧̫̦͓͕̺̉̾
Grabbing his Friend by the shoulder Joe looks her in the eye.
“It says log off.”
“Oh.”
“They’re purging Zombies.”
“ Oh .”
ZombieCleo Left The Game
“Now.” Xisuma says. As he punches in the code.
The server stutters. Then calms as every single trace of the undead is wiped from the world.
“That worked.” Xisuma sighs, turning to Etho and Bdubs he asks, “So summon Beef here?”
Etho nods.
“Clone Beef will follow. If he’s like Hels.” Xisuma pulls his wrist comm out and taps away, “Ok, Three, Two, One.”
A bright flash of light and the two Beef’s are in the room.
Meat Beef growls and lunges for Beef.
He’s caught on Xisuma’s sword. “You have caused quite the problem.”
Gurgling Meat Beef paws at the blade in his chest.
Under his helmet Xisuma grins, “You hurt my hermits, tried to kill someone who’s sick. At your hand might I add. We don’t let people like you on this server… but I can’t just ban you…”
Bdubs steps forwards, “We’re putting you in spectator.”
“You can watch. And see what we’re doing. But you can’t interact with anything or activate spawners.” Xisuma says flatly as he keys the code in.
An instant later Meat Beef’s gone.
“Are you ok?” Xisuma asks as he turns to Beef.
He gives a shaky thumbs up. “Been better…”
Xisuma nods. “Go home get some rest.”
“Will do.” Beef nods as Bdubs comes up next to him to help him home.
“Etho could you check on Doc, Iskall, and Tango?”
Etho nods and flies out the window.
A job well done. Everyone’s safe and those effected by the lag are getting checked on… “Wait… Did anyone tell Cleo she could come back?”