RULES: NEW RULE: DON'T F##KING DELETE WEAPONS, which also goes into no metta gaming bit no metta gaming ACTUALLY set your HP value in the variable "yo HP' SELECT THE DIFFICULTY, OR IT WILL DEFAULT TO "OH F$$K MY MOUTH IS ON FIRE!!!!" make sure that rng has a VERRY tiny bit of effecting what your character does... like taunts for example. those don't do much of anything but they use rng. not for damage unless you bring it up with me, to make sure it's okay! --------------------------------------------------- if i don't remix in a few days, well, you gotta just wait LMAO -------------------------------------------------- press E to show/hide the difficulty thing lol full screen if you wanna read the wawing -------------------------------------------------- remove the intro bit and replace it with it starting with your character doin smth ig. ------------------------------------------------------ Now i will pull a danganranpa and do pink blood instead, unless requested... --------------------------------------------------- press 1 or 2 whiile difficulty shows to see either the difficulty or the fluids
Once upon a time in the peaceful town of Vineville, there existed a deep-rooted love for pickles. The townsfolk relished the tangy, crunchy delights, and pickles were an integral part of their everyday lives. However, harmony was soon disrupted when a dispute arose between two rival pickle factories—Dillish Delights and Briny Bites. This marked the beginning of the Great Dill Pickle War. At the heart of the conflict was the secret recipe for the perfect dill pickle. Both factories claimed to possess the authentic, time-honored recipe passed down through generations. The townspeople were divided in their loyalties, with some siding with Dillish Delights, while others staunchly supported Briny Bites. As tensions escalated, the rival factory owners, Mr. Dillon of Dillish Delights and Mrs. Brianna of Briny Bites, declared a full-blown pickle war. Each factory aimed to prove that their recipe was the superior one, and they spared no expense in their efforts. Billboards and advertisements adorned the town, enticing pickle enthusiasts with promises of the most exquisite dill pickles ever tasted. The pickle war soon spilled beyond the boundaries of Vineville, attracting the attention of pickle enthusiasts from neighboring towns. As news spread, people flocked to witness the epic clash of briny flavors. The town square was transformed into a battlefield, with barrels of cucumbers, dill, and spices lining the streets. Every day, the air was filled with the tantalizing scent of pickles, as the factories worked tirelessly to outdo each other. Dillish Delights unleashed their secret weapon, the "Ultimate Vineyard Blend," while Briny Bites responded with the "Sour Serenade." Pickle connoisseurs from all around marveled at the creativity and dedication displayed by both sides. The Great Dill Pickle War raged on for weeks, each factory pushing the boundaries of pickle perfection. The townspeople, initially divided, found themselves captivated by the fierce competition. Friendships were tested, families were split, and even the town's mayor struggled to remain impartial. But amidst the chaos and rivalry, something unexpected happened. One evening, as Mr. Dillon and Mrs. Brianna were inspecting their latest batches, they stumbled upon a shocking realization—they had inadvertently switched their secret recipes. In a twist of fate, Dillish Delights had been using Briny Bites' recipe, and vice versa. The bitter rivals were left dumbfounded and, for the first time, saw the absurdity of their battle. They realized that it wasn't the recipe that made the pickles special, but the love, passion, and creativity put into making them. With newfound understanding, Mr. Dillon and Mrs. Brianna called for a truce. They organized a grand pickle festival to celebrate the art of pickling, inviting all the townspeople to come together and enjoy the flavors they had once fought over. The festival showcased an assortment of pickles—sweet, sour, spicy, and even experimental flavors. The festival proved to be a remarkable success. The townsfolk put aside their differences and reveled in the joy of pickles. People discovered that there was room in their hearts for both Dillish Delights and Briny Bites. The once-divided town of Vineville was united, and the Great Dill Pickle War became a distant memory. From that day forward, Vineville became renowned as the Pickle Capital, not just for its delectable pickles but for the lesson it taught the world—a lesson of unity, forgiveness, and the power of a shared love for the simple pleasures in life. And so, the story of the Great Dill Pickle War lived on as a reminder that sometimes, the most extraordinary things can emerge from the most unexpected conflicts.
