Recording #TWO

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RECORDING INITIATED...

BUNBUN in a labcoat and black flower shirt while wearing a pair of round glasses, is sitting behind a desk covered in various objects and reading a thick hardcover book.

BUN: Oh!

BUN: Hello there!

BUNBUN hops up from the chair and does a [YOUTH ROLL] over the desk, still holding the book.

BUN: This is number two of my recordings!

BUN: Today I am testing an idea I had.

BUN: The book I'm holding is related.

BUN: This will require a bit of background.

BUNBUN gets into a lecturing stance with the book held open.

BUN: Ahem.

BUN: In the tales of yore there have been examples of transferring or channeling one's spirit or soul into inanimate objects!

BUN: Be it for Immortality, a Unstoppable Army who require no rest, or just fucking around and finding out!

BUNBUN paces as the lecture continues.

BUN: Cursed objects, Living suits of armor, a fucking living tomogachi toy...

BUN: Yeah, those are REAL and suck so MUCH!

BUNBUN takes the glasses off and throws them off to the side with the book.

BUN: NOW!

BUN: I'm going to take ███ here,

BUNBUN holds up a Blue Hourglass up to the camera.

BUN: And shove her into this Cat plush/robot thing!

BUNBUN picks up a big visibly worn cat plush in the other hand.

BUN: Going to do the same with ████,

BUNBUN points to a Gunmetal Pocketwatch in a jar on the desk.

BUN: Which is the name of pocket watch dude,

BUN: And a hamster bot I found while borrowing the recording software and camera!

BUN: Now, I have nooooo idea if what I'm about to do will work but!

BUN: SCIENCE WAITS FOR NO ONE!

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 changed the very depressing theme to one thats more... me!

Recording #1

 [ERROR] Recording Software: Version 12.1.9.11

WARNING: You are using a modified version of CCEC property!!! Errors and Corruption may occur! USE AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

RECORDING INITIATED...

A chair spins around behind a desk. The one sitting in the chair is BUNBUN, wearing a lab coat and a black shirt with a flower on it.

BUN: Alright! Seems like my modifications worked!

BUN: SO! To start us out I have some exposition to give.

BUN: Yes, that stuff is usually boring and a cheap gimmick, I know. 

BUN: But you won't understand jack shit without it!

BUNBUN holds up two objects. One is a Hourglass and the other is a Pocket Watch. 

BUN: These are the souls of what I refer to as C-Type Timewalkers!

BUNBUN sets them down.

BUN: I call them that because of the Corruption dealio that lets them gain more power at the cost of their soul growing unstable or more prone to implosion.

BUN: ANYWAY! Each once is unique and personalized based on the person!

BUN: In the Timewalker Authority, or the T.W.A, they often use them as identification.

BUN: They mostly come in two forms, an Hourglass or a Pocketwatch. 

BUN: Super rarely, they have a very unique form like the twink's!

BUNBUN picks up and shakes the hourglass. 

BUN: This one is from a pirate called the Clockmaker, who I killed and ripped the soul out of!

BUNBUN shows the hourglass to the camera, it has a Spherical Metallic Sapphire Blue Design that's decorated with seashells and dolphins while on the inside is Orange and Yellow Swirling Sand

BUN: This is a prime example of the Hourglass Variant, the sand inside changes to black or white depending on how unstable or how far they are through the "Corruption" process.

BUNBUN sets it down before picking up the Pocket Watch and showing it to the camera. Its Gun Metal Black with the face of it's case depicting a warzone.

BUN: This one is from some guy who I found tailing me when getting this warehouse.

BUN: As you can see, the case's face plate has a pretty unique design! 

BUN: Pretty nifty for those with the Pocket Watch Varitant, as it becomes more corroded as that "Corruption" process goes on.

BUNBUN sets it down before getting out a toaster and tool kit, which are set down on the desk.

BUN: Now! These two are in a state of limbo, not dead but not alive.

BUN: Still conscious though!

BUN: What I am planning to find out is a lot of things, see if modifying certain parts can make transfers or overwriting possible! 

BUN: It may or may not hurt.

BUN: And sure, It's going to be inhumane and torturous.

BUN: But! It's all in the name of SCIENCE!!!

BUNBUN gets up from the desk and puts separate cases around the souls.

 

BUN: Well, that's it for now! 

BUN: BUNBUN OUT!

BUNBUN poses before taking out a remote and pressing a button. Then pressing it again. She presses it twenty more times before setting it down.

BUN: Gosh dang it! I just had this working earlier!

BUNBUN reaches over the camera and tries to turn it off.

BUN: now where's the power button...

RECORDING ENDED.

SO!

​while i start getting to writing my next tale, im going to start sharing the results of the experiments i have been doing! so many “sins against god” and “war crimes” to be recorded! maybe ill finally be able to figure out how to kill mr nim…

THE POLL!!!!!!!!!!!

The Horseman: Jack Mustang (Stereotypical I Know)

​Let’s start the stories off right! Let me tell you about The Horseman, Jack Mustang. 

Where to start… ah ha! He was a formidable fighter, he specialized in CQC and Close Ranged Weaponry. Unless you were quick on your feet and adaptable you would be killed, but I still kicked his ass! Even fed him to his ‘precious wittle babies’! He had this pack of wolves he spoiled rotten, often neglecting his own children. Especially my friend Jim, who he would regularly forget even existed. Now that I think about it, he’s more of an Old Alabama Cowboy than a pirate. Anyway! ONWARD TO THE TALE!

It was a nice day, the sky was clear and the breeze was warm. Me and my crew were celebrating our most recent victory against a literal fucking Kraken, I’ll get to that one later, when our scout yelled from the crows nest “SHIP NORTHWARD BOUND!” Of course no one really paid any attention to it, why would you? It just ruins the mood of the party. But when giant ass crossbow bolts start to hit the ship, you start paying attention.

As we loaded our cannons, the ship got closer. Close enough for my friend Jim to immediately tell it was his father’s, and when he told me this my eyes literally lit up! Jack Mustang, Owner of the War Horse (which is the name of that ship btw), had a bounty of 27.9 million in USD on his head. Seeing as I was the captain of my glorious crew, I decided to pursue his stupid cowboy ass! I wanted to get us a nice cherry on top for that victory sundae, also I wanted the money because ITS A LOT OF FUCKING MONEY!

“We competed in epic sea faring combat! While crossbow bolts flew we returned fire with double the cannon balls! By the end of the 7 hour battle both our ships were severely damaged”- is what I would’ve written if my first action wasn’t “IMPALE THAT MOTHERFUCKER! FULL RAMMING SPEED!” 

This went exactly to my plan as when the ships collided I got flung straight into the ships captain’s quarters and onto Jack, who was spoiling his dogs, putting the fear of god and confusion into him. The ensuing scuffle made the wolves back away as we made our way to the ship’s deck. 

On the deck, we backed away before circling the other. He pulled out a machete while I took out a silly little pocket knife, to style on him, before we met at the middle and clashed blades. As our blades clashed, the rest of my crew went ahead and started taking out his subordinates (funnily enough called Wolves). They killed most of them but we lost Jim to one of the wolves, the animal. Anyway, back to the main fight.

We fought till the sun was setting, him sustaining way worse injuries then me. We then backed away before I just threw my knife at his neck, which was surprisingly effective as it hit him between the eyes and he crumpled to the ground. I was hoping for the neck but life goes on. As his body lied there dead, I walked over and took his hat before leaving the ship with all of his treasures and weaponry. 

To be completely fair this could be written a teenie tiny bit better, but it’s definitely better than most of the unintelligible garbage written these days! Now, who do you want next for a story? Answer when I figure out how to make a poll! 

-The Magnificent Demon Sea Rabbit, Bunbun U. Bonniebel III ESQR!

Format Change!

 So! As you saw in the last post (If you haven't seen it, shame on you), I'm gonna write about my adventures at sea. But! I will do it not by focusing on the lame bits, but by focusing on the amazing battles and/or adventures! The ship raiding, the bar hopping, the creature killing, the rival pirate slaying, exciting adventures! I will also be having the twink talk about the...3? fights he had. If he doesn't, I will tell him ALL about my various conquests~! Which is more of a gift than a punishment but different people different tastes I guess. I swear he is such a prude sometimes, almost gives the Pope a run for his money sometimes I swear. Well, looks like it's time for me to go!

PEACE BITCHES! -Bunbun