Got any HCs towards why half of the gang left WW Inc. during DIY? And what happned towards the brand new Micro game company?
I actually live for this workplace drama
Truly the short answer is "no" because I have no idea what he could have done to fuck up this bad. but if both mona and jimmy t jumped ship you KNOW it's bad.
These are all (in-universe) forum speculations so your salt grains may vary but something interesting about this is that one of them throws out that wario never did any work. Now wario is lazy and an asshole who never pays anyone but despite the fact that he's making money off of all his other friends' work, he HAS made his own microgames. In most games he's even made twice as many microgames as each of his friends (one set at the beginning and one set at the end). So what happened here? Was he refusing to make his own games this time? Did it come to light that he HADN'T actually made all those games? Did he plagiarize them? Did he outsource them? Are YOU, the player, partially responsible for this friend group schism? He certainly isn't above using his friends' assets after they left the company.
But you know who else isn't above profiting off of the demise of his social life?
DOCTOR CRYGOR!! Not only is he letting you, Wario's only employee prior to Showcase, use the makermatic engine, but he's ALSO supplying it to everyone in diamond software AND wario-man software. He's playing both sides for cash money!! No wonder wario is friends with him!
But crygor isn't even the only person who's profiting off of this. People in wario's life are quite literally coming out of the woodwork to make money off of this fiasco. I speak of none other than:
MASTER MANTIS!! Why is he here?? Smooth moves, the game he and cricket debut in, is a departure from the typical warioware storyline in that we're not even sure if anyone made any games. Rather than the typical "everyone pitches in to make this game for you" plot, there's all that jazz about ancient artifacts and allusions to people literally playing microgames in real life. (Or at the very least, having fun holding the wii remote in various positions. I don't judge.) Either way, there is no mention of either young cricket or master mantis being hired at warioware incorporated. So they would have had no horse in the race of its temporary dissolution.
UNTIL NOW!!!
MASTER MANTIS, YOU FUCKER!!
But not everyone is looking out for themselves in this game. SOME PEOPLE actually care about their friendships. SOME PEOPLE, whose friendships were unfortunately split up in a tragedy of indescribable proportions:
The fact that 9-volt left warioware inc is crazy in itself because he is easily in the top 2 wario fanboys. Equally crazy is the fact that he also broke up with his bestest buddy in the whole wide world. So what happened??
18-volt's post-boss break on diy showcase depicts 18-volt extending an olive branch of peace and being callously rejected by a devious-looking 9-volt. Of course, 18-volt made this cutscene. Despite this animation showing otherwise there is certainly enough to suggest that he's still at least somewhat bitter about whatever argument led to this:
So, what really happened? Obviously, wario committed a dick move of gargantuan proportions if 9-volt was mad enough to walk out. That being said, 9-volt has had ample opportunities to work with THE Wario. He worked on mega microgames, possibly mega party games depending on how you interpret it, twisted, touched...meanwhile, how many games did 18-volt make? It's not a stretch to imagine that a desperate wario went through his rolodex of "people he's heard of" and went to the guy that 9-volt talks about a lot, and 18-volt leapt at the opportunity to finally make a warioware game. Maybe he was also a little upset that 9-volt never tried to get him a job there to begin with. Meanwhile, 9-volt is probably pissed that 18-volt is doing the kiddie version of scabbing while he's still mad at wario. Truly painful stuff.
So how did they get back together?
Diamond software is run by Manager Joe. Manager Joe does not slack off. Manager Joe runs 5 businesses in one afternoon, and is so punctual that mona literally shoots at a fleet of police cars just to get to his workplace on time. You'll remember that wario, allegedly, never does any work. He slacks off. But you know who else loooooves slacking off?
I think that, unlike wario, manager joe actually tried to manage a game company. And NOBODY is used to that. Nobody is used to deadlines, or formal work meetings, or work emails (I said WORK emails, jimmy t), or anything that can't be accurately labeled as "hanging out with the boys". (Except for mona, who if you'll note in the last forum screenshot, has the best-loved games in diamond software. Mona's games are consistently really good anyways, but I wonder if in this case it's an indicator that she was more acclimated to the fast-paced work environments of manager joe.)
I think that's what made everyone come running back to wario. Manager joe is a nice guy, but despite everyone's qualms with wario they are all very wario-like. They jump at the chance to make a profit and they'll jump even higher for a chance to just goof off. And it just isn't the same without the guy who is exploiting their labor all the time. Toxic workplaces FTW!
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Part Two of Changes
Legolas x reader
You wake in an amazingly soft bed, light streams through windows causing you to squint. The first thing you notice is that you no longer hear the blood puming through your veins at a rate that makes you sick. The second is that you had said that aloud.
The third is that Thranduil is in the same room, and happens to be... Laughing? "Uh hi?"
His hand is on you forhead moments later, and you feel the horrid pressure lessening. "Good morning, it is a pleasure to see you awake."
You blink twice. "Oh. How long have I been out?" His reply of three days leaves you nodding. "That explains why I feel like I've had the best sleep in my life." You pause, but decide not to dance around the issue.
"I'm terrably sorry, but I must ask, have I been healed so you can kill me by testing out a torture device?"
The Elvenking blinks slowly, mouth lifting elegantly at the corner. "Have I made such an impression that you would think such?"
You shrug, and oh what a gloriously simple movement- free of pain you could liken it to the ripple of water over a rock in a cool, clear creek. "Forgive me, I'm suspicious by nature and life with dwarves tends to cultivate that, rather than remove it." You grin. "And you haven't exactly given me the best experience, I've spent the last who knows how long stuck in a doungon with the worst pain I have ever faced. And that's counting periods."
"I supose I can see where you may have garnered your mistrust."
You take the proffered glass, relishing in the delightfully clear taste, fresh spring water. "I'm still not fixed, I hear to well, and I can taste the minerals in this water, even though by rights they should be far to subtle."
The Elvenking look as if he is repressing a smile. "You wish to know what was 'wrong' with you I assume?" You nod. "Your body was going through a change, I assume it had much to do with your impromptu relocation from your 'Earth' it seems the Valar saw more than meer mortal exsistance for you.
"The heightened awareness, aversion to sleep, sensitivity... All of these were outward signs of this change. I placed you under a deep sleep so that I could better access your mind, having prodded a few things I managed to push the transformation into speed, the discomfort of this transformation passed during your slumber."
You bite you lip, confusion being the most prominent of the swirling emotions in your head, you inquire; "You keep mentioning this change, what about me has changed? Am I now a goblin?"
This time Thranduil does not contain his smirk. "That my dear is where the humor of this most interesting situation arrives."
"Oh, 'cause that's not cryptic" at the ache in your neck's insistence, you may back on the pillow. "Come now, the suspense is killing me, what foul beast am I changed to?"
"Let us say that I have no confidance in your dwarrow accepting you."
"What's that-" the implications set in halfway through your sentance. "...oh dear."
"Hm, I'm afraid you have a better chance with my son. However yes, you are now an elf." He looks entirely too pleased by this, and you shoot him a disgruntled look.
"That explains the ear pain. But I can't be an elf, I barely manahed to keep a flimsy mortal life together! Elves are suposed to be the fairest and wisest, I followed a butterfly because it looked neat, then ended up falling down a hole and landing buck ass nude in a Dwarven sheep pasture!"
"My condolences."
You sit up. "Has anyone ever told you, you're an ass?"
He sighs, and in that moment you can see through the mystical glow that seems to cling to his pale skin, you see the centuries of life reflected in his eyes. "What has happned to you is unheard of, no tale has ever even hinted at the possibility of a mortal experiencing such change. Therefore no one expects you to adapt seamlessly.
"Not all elves are always wise fair and kind, as I am sure you will have gathered. Indeed my peoples have long suffered life in a forest riddled with sickness, fighting a never ending battle from two fronts, excluding the dangers of our own home.
"Such we have been labeled warlike and less wise by our distant kin, tell me; is that fair?" He shakes his head. "No, our kind may be immortal, but still we have much to learn."
His words give you much to think about, so you stay quiet a moment. "So... What happens to me?"
"If your dwarves forsake you-"
"They would never!"
He holds a hand up. "Do you know this, truly?" At your silence he says, "No we can know nothing for certain. If your dwarves forsake you, the woodland tell is an open sanctuary to you." His mouth tilts upward again. "Indeed, I think my son should be much displeasured by any other offer. He is most fond of you"
You feel the blood rise to your face. "I'm sure he was mearly fascinated by the shriveled hooman turing into an elf." The smirk on Thranduil's face is a might too knowing for your taste so you ask instead, "Where is Legolas?"
The King sighs. "He and Tauriel raced off after the Drarrow band." He glares when you stiffle a laugh.
"Sorry" you say, batting your eyes to let him know that you are not, indeed, sorry.
Days have passed, and when you are at last allowed from the halls of healing you nearly sing with joy.
Instead you take a walk through the gardens, as much if a walk as you can any way, as you now mist get used to weighing about twenty pounds but having the strength of fifty athletes.
The two elves whispering to eachother while pointing 'discreetly' in your direction kill the peacfull mood.
It is almost a relief when the King tells you of the March on Erabor.
You agree quickly to come, Thranduil wishes no more bloodshed than he can prevent. And as you are kin, he points out, you have a better chance at convincing the dwarves to assist Laketown.
~
You knock back the mug of ale that Legolas hands you, though the taste is not so great as that of Thranduil's wine, not having to watch the Elvenking flirt with Bard king of Dale is a definite win.
Besides, you think with little shame, your current company is quite adequate.
Reclined on the grass and staring at the stars you trace the shapes of dwarven constellations.
"You are troubled."
The clear musical sounding voice does not phrase this as a question, bit as an invitation to seek comfort. After a mental debate you concede.
"Yes. They -the dwarves- are my family. Or were. The betrayal of their faces this morning... Hurts quite frankly. I dont know what or how they will react when they see... Me." You sit up, no longer focoused on the stars and wrap yourself in your cloak.
Legolas tentivly reaches a hand to your shoulder, smiling when you lean into the touch. "Dwarrow are suspicious in the best of times, to an elf, much less and entire army of elves at the door of a mad king? They, or at least your king, will suspect trickery. It is not you they bear grudge against."
The shift closer to the prince and grin. "I'm not sure I wish their wrath upon you my prince." You smirk. "Unless you have put some spell of trickery onto me."
Legolas traces the line of your jaw. "Do you feel tricked? Or under a spell? Tell me, what spell do you feel?"
His fingers brush your ear as they push hair back from your face, the touch sending and involuntary shiver through you.
Before you vould do something rediculouse, such as kissing the Ellon, you hear footsteps approaching. Moments later the owner appears, bowing quickly. "Prince Legolas, the king wishes to see you," he turns another bow in your direction. "You as well"
As you make your way tword the tent where they await, Legolas whispers, "I harbour no ill will unto Lord Bard, however I do hope that he may be absent from this meet. However much I may approve, my father is not so subtle as he think. That or he does this on purpose."
You stiffle a laugh before entering, and though Bard is presant, your attention is stuck on a curly haired Hobbit instead. "Bilbo!"
Though he looks unnaturally pale, Bilbo's face brightens. "Ah it is good to see you again! I- my goodness what has happened to your ears?"
On instinct, you reach up to touch the offending subject (causing all three elves to reden, though Tauriel's smirk is quite obvious). "I'd near forgotten, turns out I'm an elf now" you grin self consciously while doing halfhearted jazz hands.
Bilbo blinks very rapidly before He shakes his head and smiles. "Okay, alright."
"Wait- Bilbo why are you here? Shouldn't you be in the mountain?"
Bilbo then tells of how he took the arkenstone as his part of the share, explaining his plan. After the two kings and wizard acknowledge this course of action, Bilbo bows and leaves the tent.
"That was quite a brave thing to do Master Boggins."
Bilbo lets out a distracted humming sound. "It wasn't suposed to be you know, I meant what I said; I don't wish to see war."
You follow the line of his sight to the mountain of Erabor. "You also wish to save the life of your love." At his blushing and stammering you grin. "I may now have the eyes of elves, Bilbo, but that does not mean I was blind during our journy."
Cheeks as red as his prize-winning tomatoes, the hobbit huffs. "Now really! And even if I were -which I most certainly am not- you would have no room to speak of such. I'll remind you of a particular elven Prince, one who stayed beside your cell in silent comfort, and did everything he couldn't make your pain less?"
"Bilbo Bag-"
"You should have geard the argument he gave his father too, it was quite moving."
"Bimbo Boggins I love you, but I am two seconds from tieing to to a pillar and putting shoes on you." Your threat is rewarded by a scandalized gasp.
"You wouldnt-"
You grin, letting him know that you most certainly would. But the expression falls almost immediately. "I hope this works. I may not be accepted on the other side of this, but the company is closer to me than any blood relative I've ever had."
Bilbo ponders your words for a second. "It will." He says finaly. "It will."
You get the feeling he's more trying to convince himself than anything else.
"Gandalf doesn't wish for me to return to the Mountain."
"But you need to." At his signing admittance you stand. "Alright then, come on."
As you casually walk -with no alternative plan whatsoever, no escaping hobbits here- Bilbo, ever curious asks after you adaption to the new species.
"It's alright I suppose," you say after a shrug. "My main problem is forgeting that I only weigh twenty pounds max, but have the strength of three trolls. Fist time I rose from bed I accidentally launched myself into the air and hit my head on the ceiling."
Bilbo laughs, a merry sound, that convays a feeling of hope into you.
~
That hope dissapates quickly the next morning, as you watch in horror as your hobbit is held over the edge of the parpet.
You sigh in relief as Gandalf intervenes, though you shift in your armour. Rather niceb admittedly, and fits well, though not perfectly. The swords on your back provide a familiar comfort, and you are grateful for their return.
And then Lord Dain arives and you must refrain from snorting at his typical dwarven lack of diplomacy.
The Elven king is not so cold a being as he allows outsiders to think, his people remain loyal out of love. You are reminded of this when he pulls you into his steed during the battle, and instantly a calming influence spreads over you, the painfully loud roaring in your ears is suddenly able to focous.
Thus you continue until he elegantly rolls off, deciding to fight on foot to free his movement.
And again you are reminded of change, as the Thranduil pleads for you to go to his son.
Not that you had any intentions of doing otherwise. Ori and Bilbo are quite grateful for the ride to Ravenhill after you spot them both sprawled on the ground. (You kater learn that the hobbit had stumbled into the scribe whilst invisable.)
Bilbo's message is conveyed in time for Dwalin and Thorin, but this offers little comfort. Kili and Fili have walked into a trap.
~
In the midst of their concealed panic you tell them to go, and cross the water to search for the princes.
Silently you pad through the tunnels, runing into Kili, you want him and have a heated argument in an attempt not to allow him to follow in search of his brother.
It is nearly comical the way he freezes suddenly, gaping at your ears.
"I'll tell you later, now go. Tauriel is searching for you, do you wish her to come to harm?" This is am admitedly underhanded tactic, bit you find no shame In using both the elven warrior and his uncle against him.
After a panicked internal debate Kili's face settles into a determined expression, his hand shoots to your arm. The grip is tight enough to bruise, but the pressure is inconsequential against the severity of his gaze. "I trust you, you must know this. Help my brother. I trust you." You jerk your head, but his back is already turned and he strides quietly away.
Twitching your ear you hear comotion from down another tunnel and quickly dart down.
~
The aftermath of the battle is brutal, losses numbering high, but not so devastating as they may have been without the assistance of Radagast and his band of reinforcements.
Fili is the least injured of the Royal family, escaping with only broken ribs and a few nasty cuts. Kili's leg was shattered, and Oin says that it will never heal compleatly, the Wolf prince woukd bear a limp for all of his days.
Thorin has not yet awoken, the only reason for his life being a very outraged Bilbo Baggins (and supposedly the elk had something of a hand in the matter)
Upon your entrance to the tent Kili is only patient awake, Oin hovers next to an unhappy looking Thranduil, who stands over a deathly pale Thorin.
When you take Kili's side he pushes his forgead against yours, a reliving alternative to the panicked moment that you misinterpreted his intent. "Thank you." He whispers.
He'd seen, having made it to the open ice just as Azog was wraping his monolouging up. In the end that was what had saved Fili from the pale orc.
You'd crept from behind, mind racing. Tackling Azog wasn't an option, as your new weight would have the same effect as a dodge ball against the large frame. So you'd settled for throwing another orc at the great white boy. He'd topped from the edge, nearly taking Fili with him.
A throat is cleared off to your left, and Kili releases you with a smirk. "Worry not oh elf prince, you've as much danger of me stealing y/n from you as inhave of you snatching Tauriel." To you he says, "You're physical change matters nothing to the company, always will you be welcomed in our home, Namad."
~
Legolas is as always a comforting presance, and rescues you when Oin begins poking at your injuries.
Walking through encampment you shiver. "The days are growing colder."
Instantaneously legolas becomes protective. "Do you wish to find a fire to rest beside?" You laugh.
"'S not that bad Leggy my dear," noticing that somthing seems off with him you bump agaisnt him. What is bad is your mood, what's wrong?"
He does not answer at first, but at your insistent glare he relents. "What was it that Prince Kili called you?"
You start. "Huh?"
"In the healing tent."
You smile and loop your arm through his, remembering to late that this may be more forward than youd intended, but as he says nought, nor moves away you leave it there. "Namad, it means sister. A great honour."
Legolas seems calmer and the two of you continue your stroll, speaking of anything that comes to mind. Later a disgruntled looking gaurd arives to escort Legolas to his father, unthinking, you press a kiss againstvhis cheek and turn to leave making it four steps befire your action register.
You seize up in horror, waiting for Legolas to say somthing in disgusts, but when you look at his face he just gives you his unfairly beutiful smile and walks away with the gaurd.
~
Legolas sighs when at last he is free from his fathers tent, why he was needed when all the king of Dale and Thranduil did was flirt the whole time...
The Prince's train of through is interrupted by the words of two elves close to the fire.
"-isnt even a real elf. Dont know why they let it so close to the prince."
"Must be offering other services, has the look of one of them." This is greated by laughtwr from his companion.
Legolas draws close, just as the reply comes; "Do you supose the king uses it as well? I don't think I'd mind seeing what's under that-"
“Don’t ever say anything like that ever again”
Both jolt, nearly falling over -clearly intoxicated.
Heavaly intoxicated.
"You cannot be ernest!"
They have fought in war today, and habe probably lost friends is not family. They cannot be in clear mindfulness. All this Legolas aknowlages, yet he still is angered. “yes, I’m being serious! That was way out of line.”
The secomd elf lowers his head once recognizing his prince. "Of course, my apologies my prince. I belive I've had more than enough of this drink."
"As he says, I don't quite know what's come over me..."
Legolas crosses his arms at the excuses. "Rumors of Y/n are not to be encouraged. If you hear of any, you will put a stop to them. Is this clear?" Both nod. "Very well, rest well."
The twoscamper of as Legolas hears a manic chuckle. He spins to see you perched on a beam. "That was rather nice of you."
"I will hear no ill against you."
You land in front of him and peer into his eyes. "You really shouldn't speak so my prince" at his risen brow you continue. "You'll have me taking Bilbo's advice."
Legolas breath is warm agaisnt your lips as he quips. "Master Baggins usually has good advice, prehaps you should do so anyway?"
You smile. "I think I may." You tilt up and press your lips against his.
Change is alright really.
This fix ended up over 6k words so *jazz hands*
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Journal #3
Hiya, Blog!
It's odd how time seems to fly past so quickly, even when every waking moment is jam-packed with assignments that have kept me up til the sun finally rises from its slumber. Before I knew it, I was already on the evening train home from my final class of the week with "TY (for ruining my life)" blasting through my earphones. Personally, I've never been in a relationship, much less a dysfunctional one, so I can't exactly say I can relate to the song, but the beat is great.
Recently, I've been trying to search for more music to listen to from Malaysian artists, and it's been a truly wonderful yet kind of sad experience to discover so much untapped potential and unappreaciated music within the local scene that will probably never be listened to worldwide, or even by fellow Malaysians in general.
A couple of weird things happened to me this week, things I'd never in a million years ever expected to happen to me at all. If I had travelled back in time to my teenage self from 2015 just to tell little old me that her obsession with making anime gifs and spending an unhealthy amount of time scrolling through tumblr would lead to what happned this week, she'd throw a bookbag at me and slam a door in my face.
In Creative Writing class on monday, I saw a couple of students pull up my blog and begin editing their posts to include more gifs and pictures like mine do. Originally, I assumed they were just looking through everyone's blogs in the document for inspiration, but they kept opening my blog to edit their posts to look similar to mine.
At first I found it kind of annoying, but eventually I thought it was much funnier that they didn't know I could see exactly what they were doing. Besides, they do say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, so I don't hold anything against them for it.
There was also another person who stole the premise of another extremely important project that I'm working on too, and that one's honestly left me with a teeny-tiny little spark of anger and a grudge that will last for quite a while. If I had a nickel for every time someone stole an idea from me, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's still weird that it happened twice, and in a week no less.
Moving on to more light hearted things, one of my absolute favourite Genshin characters, 💖Shenhe💖, is finally getting a limited time rerun again in the next game patch!
The only problem is that I've practically spent all my in-game cash on getting Xiao during the last game patch. Which also highlights the problem with these 'gacha' games in general.
The whole purpose of their existence is to entice you with wonderful gameplay and irresistable characters and weapons, which you can either get by grinding for weeks on end, or keying in the numbers on your credit card. I could go on and on about how predatory these games are, and how they make people fall into gambling addictions, but that's a lesson for another day.
On a funny note, I procrastinated on working on my thesis proposal by editing the video below, just to give you all a visual representation of me when I realised I would have no time at all to grind up enough Primogems (in-game cash) to get Shenhe this time around after using them all on Xiao.
Ah, the woes of uni life, filled to the brim with assignments and part-time work. If only I could vegetate at home all day in front of the computer like a slob and get my parents to write my thesis for me as if I were still a child in kindergarten.
I even spent the time uploading the video to Youtube (unlisted) since it wouldn't load at all through the Tumblr video player, still to no avail. Feel free to click on the Google Drive link to see it! My only request is that you adjust the video quality through that little gear icon to at least 720p so it doesn't look like a blurry mess. Maybe you could even try out the 1080p option if you're feeling really lucky!
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I still haven't really recovered from the burnout of last week, but I'm hanging in there. I'm trying to find some joy in the little things, like through the silly video I edited above and the gifs I made for this post. I hope this entry was still an enjoyable read regardless!
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