Lore/Story Jpresent Fights Snow People In Sakha Republic

You ever wonder why jpresent is gone?

You ever wonder why the wars and marketplace are still down?

Easy.

He’s fighting snow people out in the middle of nowhere.

This is an important mission for him, and he will succeed... I think.

*this is all meant to be sarcasm. Don’t hurt me*

Jpresent stepped out into the cold night. A shiver twisted its way down his spine, even while layered in a heavy coat.


Right now, he was in the Sakha Republic. He had taken it upon himself to eliminate the area of the snow people in order to allow further colonization of the area. Conditions were rough, the land itself uncharted and vastly unexplored. The only landmarks he had were the stars.


Jpresent knelt down, and gently touched his glove to the frozen ground, which was previously layered with snow. Now? It was barren, as a snow-person had trampled through this area, leaving prints in its wake.


They were near.


He had been following this group of snow people for ages. He did not know how many there were, only that they were strong, and would be a powerful match for him, nevertheless, Jpresent did not give up hope. He would fight and defeat these snow people… and then go back to his job.


His job, per se, was interesting. He worked from home, online, coding stuff for a mentally deranged cow and a British man who had an unreasonable amount of love for his cats, and their underlings: starved, depraved teenagers who had a lot of free time and decided spending their days in a cage was an excellent idea.


With him gone, they did not know what to do. His assistant tried to keep up his job for him, but she was failing. Wynn needed jpresent back soon… but the Sakha Republic needed him more.


He trekked on, following the prints. He began to pace into a jog, knowing that the massive leg height of these snow people would allow them to move quicker than he could whilst walking.


Soon, the sounds of other footfalls began to be audible. He was close. He broke into a sprint, following the sound, until he charged into a clearing, and saw them. The snow people.


They were massive. The smallest one appearing to be 8 feet tall, and then the alpha… 17 feet tall, every inch of its body a toned muscle. Against the snow, they were next to invisible, but jpresent knew better. He had trained his eyes to be able to pick them out easily.


“Jpresent…” The alpha intoned. “We have been watching you for a very… very long time.”


“And I have been following you for a very… very long time,” he fired back. “I will not allow you to leave this clearing alive. I will make sure these parts of the Sakha Republic can be colonized!”


“Very well then… If that is what you wish. We will not hold back, then.”


“Neither will I,” Jpresent pumped his plasma shotgun, and gave off a mating war call. He then rushed into battle.


To be continued



@jpresent when you come back you gotta see this masterpiece

 

facts
help us

yeah rn the ct discord is literally on fire like everyones profile photo is just a gif of fire nobody knows whats happening

proof of the fire:

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youre welcome

 

wynncon ct > wynncraft ct is the moral of the story

 

Smh wrong

 

smh right

 

what if instead we did both

 

seems logical, he took wars to war with him to get the trade market back from the snow people. not entirely sure where the shoutbox fits in all of this though

 

what

no

he has a weird undying loyalty to the Russian Republic and left the war servers and TM broken

 

Thanks

 

Part 2:

...he did not stand a chance.

The alpha did not waste any time, he barreled through the masses of snow people, running straight for jpresent.

Jpresent fired his plasma gun, only to find that it did not work.

He turned it over; there was a note in the ammunition chamber, it read:

“Salted wanted you dead a long time ago. In return for your death, he would give me Salkasm to put in my basement. Sucks to be you! - Oculism”

...shit. He never should’ve trusted that guy. He was the one who threw him in his basement, after all!

The Alpha went for a short uppercut. Jpresent felt his rib cage shatter, his internal organs bend from the force, and he was sent flying against a tree.

With his dying breath, he said:

“Fucking purple names.."

With that, he died.

Somewhere else, Salted finally sighed and rested. The man with a beak and purple eyes had left. His ultimate nightmare, the only man who matched him in kidnapping people decided to leave his basement.

He went to his computer, and opened up the vital sign records. Jpresent had flatlined. He had been flatlining for the past 5 hours.

Shit.

Salted picked up the phone, dialed 64835$3738282920:0:@;’fjrieieu and waited for the person on the other end of the line to pick up.

“Salted?”

“yo jpresent died 5 hours ago get your ass over here”

“dude i have a family and a 9-5 job what the fu-“

“i wasn’t asking.”


“....fine. Anyone I should look out for?”

“yeah. this dude named Oculism. He’s been kidnapping my mods and putting them in his basement. Got super fucking close to getting me 5 minutes ago”

“damn that’s tough”

THE END

jpresent is gone
:crab: