Just as quickly as it had begun, the Stones' journey was over.
Pursue:
Current altitude: 9253 meters
Speed (v): 0 m/s => [0,0,0]
The pebbles are stuck.
It was a cruel twist of fate, and a somewhat inevitable one. All heroes need great trials to transcend, just like that great Titan who was condemned to push a stone up a mountain forever.
However, here's the problem. Our pebbles have no thrust of their own.
It was ecstatic when it flew down from the top of a mountain after being jettisoned in the Clash of the Titans. Such speed! Such a process! It can see the task timer ticking down and the speed data ticking up. The numbers keep getting bigger!
It rolled faster and faster, gathering speed and momentum and accelerating down the mountain.
Until it sees a target.
It is a strange animal with two long ears that twitch happily as it observes its surroundings. At this time, Pebbles remembered two things.
1. It can get bigger by hitting the object hard on the head.
2. It can (boot).
Boot activation!
turn [right]
At that moment, its [speed] was really great, so the cobblestone had begun to use its new skills, subtly changing its [acceleration] vector, gradually adjusting its course toward the furry creature. The creature just sat there, standing near a huge cliff, a lone challenger to the rock. Cobblestone saw that he had no movement and knew that his enemy was at a disadvantage.
That's when it goes wrong. Because the pebble's consciousness is rather limited - it doesn't know smells, tastes or...well, sounds. It approaches its target, is bounced back by a rock, and then
One ear twitched. A rabbit jumped up - and hid again.
A stone hit the stone hard, sandwiched between two boulders, and there was a huge crack underneath. But it is no longer missing. It doesn't move anymore.
its stuck.
Rolling Stones
g Sto
e) Begin to prosper.
A familiar feeling, really. It took almost an eternity to do this, so in a way, it's a return to normalcy. Retire after a career of great adventure. It went where few rocks had gone before, reached uncharted waters, and managed to reach level one. Nothing to be ashamed of.
The cobblestone looks back on the follies of youth with pride and sits back to enjoy its retirement.
The seasons have changed too.
The first is the cold wind of autumn. The wind was blowing hard, but no fallen leaves had drifted here. The top of the mountain is a barren and dry place. Stay away from any brilliant foliage below. A towering desert with no mirages or oases to offer hope to lost travelers. But a rock doesn't need hope, it doesn't need water.
That's a stone. It calmly enjoys the cool breeze blowing on its hard exterior, just like people enjoy the warmth of a fireplace and home.
Then the winter snows came and the rocks were buried underneath, frozen solid. It had felt this way before, and although the ice froze the pebbles to its core, it did not despair. That's a stone. A little cold is nothing to it.
But—as any retired adventurer knows—the call to adventure eventually comes again.
The snow is beginning to melt.
Slowly—oh, so slowly—things began to change. Change.
First, the enveloping frost turned to mud, leaving only a thin layer of ice sealing the pebble in its tomb. Then the water began pouring down the mountains, leaving low-lying areas hopeless with flooding. But Pebbles, it sensed opportunity.
It awakens from its silence. Go down to the cellar, pick up that old heirloom sword, and start sharpening it.
Because the war is in the air.
It was ready and waiting to pounce forward, and finally it happened. Under the influence of the downpour, the soil softened into mud and silt, and the soil supporting the boulders and pebbles moved.
Just a reminder. But enough is enough. The stone began to move forward gradually. Then it fell, finally breaking free. Down, down into the canyon, its great journey begins anew.
It has thoughts of revenge in its heart. The sword is sharpened.
Because...there's a rabbit down there enjoying fresh spring berries. A lucky twist of fate? These are the patterns. If the enemy is not defeated, he will surely come back with sharper stakes. Pebbles had been watching carefully.
The cobblestone used [steering], its downward [acceleration] vector beginning to gradually move sideways, with a precision born of endless patience, and a wheel that never wobbled under any circumstances.
There is no sound. Just fell silently from the sky.
until one day.
bang
Collision activated!
Causes 1 * 20.1 / 4 = 5 points of damage to [Normal Rabbit]
New speed [unnamed]: 13.01 meters/second
A rabbit with its skull split in half fell to the ground, landing right on top of fresh spring berries, which were also crushed by the patient adversary.
You have earned a title: Patient Ambusher
Effect: The damage caused to the enemy is proportional to the time you ambush.
The pebbles began to roll down again. The moss fell off and all the problems with long breaks were solved. It starts hunting.
Because a patient hunter can also be very vengeful. The stone spent two long seasons on the cliff observing what was happening in the canyon. It sees the rabbit's winter romance, and the litter it gave birth to.
The rabbit has thrown the first stone. But only the first stone matters because it can easily change [momentum] and start rolling in the opposite direction.
As the boulder rolls inevitably, the pebble begins to [turn] in its very familiar direction.
It rolled over jagged exposed rocks and newly blooming grass, over mud and trickling streams, toward a small hole in the edge of the cliff. Walking towards the little rabbits playing in the spring air.
One ear twitched and a young, curious eye turned to the approaching Avenger. With youthful arrogance, a rabbit jumped to the side, easily dodged.
At least that's what it thought. But this pebble... it has not forgotten. It watches.
It was moving fast, accelerating on the way down the hill, and at one perfect moment, it made a small but correct turn...
The pebbles cracked into a skull in mid-air.
Collision activated!
[Unnamed] deals 1 * 5.2 / 4 = 1 damage to [Newborn Rabbit]
New speed [unnamed]: 20 meters/second
Then it bounced off and moved on to the next person, who had no idea that a tiny pebble could move on its own.
Another skull cracked.
In a desperate escape, the little rabbits instinctively jumped down the mountain driven by gravity. A worried mother joined them.
But a stone rolled over. It doesn't hesitate in the chase. They ran downhill. Calmer (steering).
Long wooden planks. Long wooden planks. Long wooden planks.
The three rabbits fell, their heads crushed by a vengeful stone. All in vain, all in vain.
You've earned a title: End of the Line!
Effect: Adds 20% damage to the attack that ends the family bloodline!
Level!
25/20xp
discard overflow xp
You have reached level 2!
Statistical data!
Mass (m): 1.0kg -> 3.3kg
Diameter (d): 0.09m -> 0.14m
HP: 1 -> 2
Pebbles revel in the feeling of growth, in the sweet sweetness of rising numbers. This is good. this is correct.
The pebbles, stained with blood and coated with fur, kept rolling downward—eventually reaching the deceleration zone once again. The cliff of the plain and its momentum
Just before the pebbles reach the edge of the next cliff, it runs out.
Are our heroes trapped again?
No, because the smell of war is still in the air. It's thickest here.
Because this is no ordinary cliff. Small green figures gathered on both sides of the cliff, with red eyes shining and weapons pointed in each other's direction. The location of the impending battle
The clatter of a stone hitting the ground from above became the sound of starting. War cries rang out around the rocks, shells began to fly, and green figures began to rush toward each other, rage clouding their minds.
It is also a place of revenge.
Two rows of fighter jets collided with a pebble in the middle. The arm was cut off, the person fell to the ground with a cry of pain, and a pool of blood spread to the top of the cliff.
For a moment, the pebble hoped that the blood tide would carry it forward and begin its journey down the mountain again. But alas - so is the fate of heroes...
Although they don't always want to, war often finds them.
A green figure fell beside the rock, clutching an arm with an arrow in it. A roar of pain, but a ruthless determination born of long-standing hatred. It saw a stone of suitable size and picked it up. And.
Rolling Stone is moving again.
(guide).
Jump straight into the fray.
Pursue:
Current altitude: 8 673 meters
