Name: Mezz'or E Suonn by Dr. Sex
Duration: 3 min 53 s
Description: Il file si è corrotto durante la produzione quindi pubblico la bozza perché chi cazz ten voglia di fare tutto da capo, manc guaragnass coccos

Lunch

The market is busier than usual, and not without reason: a mysterious, unnamed prostitute is dancing right in the middle of the bazaar, her attentive eyes glazing at anyone passing by as she carefully studies her customers, drawing their attention and allowing shady figures to empty their pockets and leave unnoticed.

Bazaar Whore

Long live Ricky Longo, may he die a gruesome death.

Ricky Longo

"High upon this roof, alone;
there's no lights in the sky.
As I contemplate, tonight
I'll be the only Falling Star"

Falling Star

Pìpò kicked the gun away and went to confront his employer, but was taken aback by a minor detail he spotted in the panther.
"Is my butt really that big?", he asked the girl, holding his buttcheeks with a shocked expression. She blushed and nodded very rapidly, there was no doubt.

Pìpò swung his grapple at the man, but Dr. Rogers caught it like nothing and tugged the boy closer, making him stumble and trip on the ground.
With the ritual interrupted yet again, the wolf snarled at the three pests.
"Stay. Down", he growled at Pìpò with an intimidating tone, pulling another embarassing gun from the other inner pocket of his coat: it was identical to the one he gave to the panther, but coated in gold and with the word "LOVE" engraved on the barrel.

"YOU HAD THAT ALL THIS TIME?!?!", Pípó screamed with rage, only now sitting up.

"The girl was cursed to sleep undisturbed forever, and the island would remain hidden to protect its core. Do you know for how long my lineage has attempted to find this place?!"
The old man pushed the gun against Pìpò's chest, forcing him back to step back towards a precipice: "Her people wanted to preserve this place, while mine wished to harvest its power; they thought they'd wiped us from the face of the Earth but they were wrong."

Pìpò's heart was racing, his ears flat against the top of his head in fear: "You're sick in the head! You'll destroy the whole place!!"

"What would you know? You are a worthless, unpaid intern. You're not even just Pìpò anymore", he scoffed, looking back at the boy's clone for a moment, and raised an eyebrow to taunt the tiger again: "You're just a pipo. Hope you enjoyed your stupid adventure, kid."

No thunder struck the earth and roared in the sky. 
No creature screeched or growled. 
No bright magic light flashed. 
No tremor shook the soil. 
Not a cry, not a word.

Nothing accompanied the cold, brutal gunshot.

Pìpò's limp body plunged down the dark abyss faster than the blood from his stern could.
His eyes closed halfway across the fall: he would not live long enough to meet the ground.

The hole in his chest felt cold. In fact, way too cold. 
Wow, it was freezing to be honest.
A chill shiver ran through the boy's spine as he violently woke up again, gasping for breath: confused and shocked, Pìpò still managed to throw his hook against the ravine's wall, the flexible vine slowing down his fall. He briefly looked at his wound, watching his little pìpòheart regenerate; his dragon friend, holding the tiger's now empty water canteen, happily flied away. The water he collected from the crystal cave's pool cured his flesh and saved him moments before his death.

"I may be just a pipo...", he muttered as his fall almost stopped, the vine's elasticity having reached its peak: "But that's way more than enough."
As if he was bungee jumping, the magic vine shot the boy up like a slingshot, and he used Ekhoàn's knife to cut it off and free himself from the bind.

"Now, with you two...", Dr. Rogers gloated like the fucking moron he was as he pointed his ridiculous gun at Ekhoàn. Before he could shoot again, Pìpò ascended high in the air right behind him, growling furiously. "Next time read my fucking resume!", he shouted, throwing his stone plate behind the wolf's head, knocking him down face first.
Pìpò landed right back on the edge where he fell, almost losing his balance and repeating the experience.
"Wh... What does... That... Even mean...", Dr. Rogers cried out in pain against the ground.
"Easygoing, resourceful, quick learner and, most importantly, pìpòful!", the boy replied with a satisfied laughter.

The energy core, slowly regaining its original size, emitted a brief, cheerful tune similiar to those Ekhoàn would play with her flute, and proceeded to shoot a laser right at the stunned wolf, mercilessly pulverizing him.

"WOAH I did NOT expect that-"
"Yeah no like that was brutal, true", Pìpò and Pípó agreed, while the antelope appeared creepily excited about it.

just a pipo

"If you're me, then help us! We cannot let Dr. Rog-"

"Shut up!!", Pípó interrupted, "I don't care about any of that! The world's not big enough for the both of us! So I'm taking you down here and now, AND I'm getting the chick in the end!"

"What...?! Hey she's just a friend! I mean we can't even understand each other so... It doesn't matter! It's two against one, and you got nothing to fight with!", Pìpò replied.
Dr. Rogers interrupted the ritual, bringing a hand into his coat. "You're right, but he does have this", he responded unfazed, tossing something at the black panther.

"YEAH!! NOW WE'RE TALKING!", Pípó shouted as he triumphantly held the ridiculously big gun up in the air. A heavy, custom, silver coated Desert Eagle with the word "PEACE" engraved on its barrel.
"That is SO unfair and kitsch! Come on that thing looks ridiculous! Did you see th- Right you don't know what that is", he sighed as he looked at Ekhoàn, taking the knife from her hand and making sign to step back.
He rapidly opened his satchel, searching for something that might be of use: the small dragon flew out and hid into the boy's hair, too scared to fight without its powers, but something else caught Pìpò's attention: the stone plate he collected after defeating the ziggurat's golem!
"Do something do something PLEASE do sometHING!!", the tiger anxiously yelled as he yanked it out and held it up in the same fashion as Pípó and his gun. "Stone plate! Activate: ...whatever!! Go! Ugh... Pìpòbulletproof vest!! Come ON!!"

Ekhoàn jumped on the tiger, holding the plate as they dropped on the ground: the stone instantly morphed into a sturdy, impenetrable shield, big enough to cover the both of them.
The two remained on top of each other behind the shield, staring into their: absolutely nothing happened, because they had basically just met, and neither of them was that flat and shallow to fall in love with the other merely because they fought a bunch of monstrosities and risked death together on several occasions.
They promptly jumped back on their feet, nodding in mutual agreement: covering Ekhoàn with the shield, Pìpò led her to safety behind a nearby rock and got ready to face... Himself, basically.
"You can't win! I know your EVERY move!", Pípó taunted. "Well duuuh. I know your every move too!", Pìpò replied.

In the meanwhile, of course, Dr. Roger's ritual proceeded smoothly and undisturbed.

"Think of what we could achieve together!", the tiger replied, attempting to buy some time. "You didn't even-? YOU didn't even finish school with good grades! They were only slightly above the bare minimUM!", Pípó stressed, tempted to shoot at that stupid flat stone again. An impenetrable shield? That was way too convenient to unlock then of all times: "Hey don't get any closer or I'll- Actually I'll just circle around you now."
"Hey you can't do that!", Pìpò replied with an annoyed tone, rotating in place along.

The twins' shenanigans went on for quite a while before they eventually agreed on a fair match: a simple, clean fist fight.
Claws out, the two felines assaulted each other in what they thought would be an epic martial arts battle, but as neither of them had ever fought before, the scene was somewhat pathetic. After a shy and amateur brawl, a well-placed punch right on the tiger's nose knocked him down, and Pípó quickly pinned him against the ground with a foot on the chest and the end of his gun's barrel against his face.
"Any last words?!", he viciously asked, grinning widely as he readied himself to pull the trigger.

"Wh... What if... Like, if I die maybe you die too? You're me, right?"

Pípó blinked, an awkward silence filling the atmosphere: "WOW, you couldn't have chosen better words, hold on-"
The panther pulled the gun away and turned his head to the doctor, but before he could say a word, Pìpò kicked his pípónuts as hard as he could, bringing the panther on the ground with a loud cry.

VS - Pípó

As they marched through the swamps, Pìpò and Ekhoàn could spot some odd mushrooms here and there, but there wasn't anything particularly notable about there. 
That is until, the more they ventured deeper, the more they increased in number and size, until the two found themselves practically surrounded by them.
Similiarly to the corals and crystals found into the island's caves, the mushrooms seemed to emit a faint light, rendering the atmosphere even more eerie.

The air quickly grew heavier, and visibility was obscured by a strange, nauseating mist. Before they could realize, Pìpò and Ekhoàn started coughing more and more frequently until a dark, rotting mushroom bigger than the both of them combined deflated at their passage, turning into a fetid pile of disgusting secretions and mud and releasing a thick cloud of spores onto them.

The feline adventurer stared at his hand, realizing his vision was getting familiarly distorted, and the thought of the corals' poison that contaminated him hours earlier came to his mind.
"We have to go! Come on! Run, run!", he shouted inbetween coughs as he grabbed the girl's hand, running forward to escape the marsh and minding to keep their distance from the giant mushrooms that sprouted from the corrupted soil.

Mushroom Marsh Pìpò Style

Using the new and improved grapple to jump from platform to platform, and electrifying the spot on the dragon's head where its first scale went missing, Pìpò and Ekhoàn managed to expose enough of its flesh for a fiery pìpòpunch to land and knock the thirst for revenge out of the creature's mind.
As it fled away in the clouds, the earthy platforms slowly started to land back on the island, bringing the duo to safety.

"Yeah!! High fiiiiyou don't know what a high five is, right", he said with embarassment as the antelope stepped back at his gesture, which she luckily then figured was not meant to be anything violent, seeing how he quickly retreated and blushed, apologizing in his own language.

Another earthquake shook the ground, leaving Pìpò to wonder how it was even possible given that the island was no longer connected to the earth below. 
In the distance, a mighty thunder struck the highest peak of the island's mountain range, and soon the sky above it turned dark, with black clouds spiraling all around it and concealing it from their eyes.

Ekhoàn was immediately startled by the event and grabbed Pìpò's arm, urging him to rush to the location alongside her, as if she knew what happened.
"And to think I was about to call in sick this morning", he muttered with a sigh as they set foot towards the mountain of doom.

They ventured deep into the island's vegetation, but some strange, tangible corruption had begun to quickly spread across the land, with the familiar jungle environment deteriorating into an awful, dark swamp, making progression much harder and slower.
The stench emanating from the mud around them, as well as the decaying plants was almost unbearable: the sun was obscured by the dark monsoons, an unnatural storm brewing above the entire island.

Swamps And Pìpò

The moment Pìpò touched the girl on the altar, she sat up screaming, making the tiger's pìpòheart skip a beat as he jumped back in fear: they stared at each other in silence for a few moments, her studying the feline in utter shock, him trying to assess the possible danger.

"I don't want to fight! I'm just lost!", the boy shouted, the red gem ready at hand. She narrowed her eyes and tilted her head a little, confused, and replied in... A language that definitely was not English.
The awkward silence that followed, however, was abruptly interrupted by yet another earthquake, the strongest until then. The girl, an antelope dressed in old, tribal attire, quickly hopped off the altar and held onto it as Pìpò rushed to do the same. She kept her eyes fixed into Pìpò's, shouting something incomprehensible to him.

The tremors lasted for a minute or so, the ground beneath them feeling as if it was about to tear apart; rocks began to fall on the citadel and the ziggurat from above, but luckily none landed anywhere near the two.
When the shaking finally stopped, neither of them knew what to do next, as it was clear communication was not an option: though before anyone could come up with something, the same inhuman screech that stalked Pìpò in the jungle echoed throughout the entire cave, and the noise of swift, heavy footsteps began to approach them.

"Oh no-", the striped adventurer muttered to himself as he looked around, only to find the girl just as terrorized as him: she made sign to follow her, and the two promptly began to climb down the ziggurat's exterior.
Soon darkness took over and the blue torches by the ziggurat's base all died simultaneously while Pìpò's little fairy fish hid back into his satchel: unable to see an inch from their noses, the antelope stopped dead in her tracks, pulling a small golden flute from her own leather pouch.
She played a brief, rapid and sharp melody, after which a luminous orb spawned near them, quickly moving forward. She pointed at it and shouted something to Pìpò, once again making sign to follow it right that instant.

Several minutes later, the two ran up a hidden path by a side of the cave, swiftly chasing the orb that lit their path; whatever was following them seemed to have lost their tracks in the citadel's outskirts.
They reached a platform higher up than the ziggurat, where some natural light from above helped them to see clearly again. As the two took a moment to catch their breath and rest, they looked down at the citadel one last time while the rocky ceiling kept crumbling, the ancient ruins soon to be buried underneath an endless pile of rubble.

Run, Pìpò! RUN!!

A flash, two, three and many more.
Water resistant phone in hand, Pìpò was accurately documenting his expedition with dozens and dozens of selfies against increasingly large crystals, looking like a tourist in the most decadent neighbourhood of a metropolis, completely oblivious of the dangers around him.
Rather than heading up, the boy kept going further below, wanting to reach the bottom of the immense cave: distracted and gleeful as he was, however, he failed to notice a large figure stalking him from the distance.

The shaking of the ground below his feet, followed by a loud, echoing noise unlike any he had ever heard put an end to his marvelous dream and brought Pìpò back to Earth.
It sounded like the blasting of a giant bulk ship's horn: before he could take a guess, the ground shook violently once more and a gargantuan, spherical mass unearthed from the middle of the cave, floating up to remain suspended in the air.
It was shining brightly of its own light, and it seemed to slowly rotate and writhe in place. As he got a little closer, the boy realized the giant sphere was inorganic.

It wasn't long before the figure that had been stalking the striped adventurer finally revealed itself to his senses, leaping up from behind him: a large chameleon, roughly the size of a van, seemingly made of rocks and crystals with rubies encased in its whole body!

"Fu- Oh! Hey! Uhhhh... Is that yours? The uh... Giant, otherwordly energetic sphere? Looks cool! He-Heh...", Pìpò stuttered out nervously, taking step after step back all while keeping his eyes fixed into the beast's.
"Right well... I was just about to leave, y'know!"
A loud, vibrating screech came out of the chameleon's mouth, followed by a burst of scarlet flames, as it lifted its head up towards the ceiling. It then looked back at the striped snack standing before it, and planted its feet into the ground, threatening him.

"Giant jeweler dragon-chameleon made of rocks... Should have never quit my job at that restaurant", the boy muttered as he reached for his grappling hook, preparing himself for the fight.

VS - Ruby Chameleon

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Mezz'or E Suonn

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Mezz'or E Suonn

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