yesssssss we will become the sun
Right, but maybe in order to survive you have to knock out some enemies? Combat makes games more fun.
true true what if the sun is a boss battle and we surround him with the sand from mars muahahahahah
happens if we win tho???
Lets make a mini-quest on every planet except neptune
why not neptune???
then u become the sun
and eat too much void energy and end up blowing up our solar system(except pluto cuz he’s better like that)
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I’m back. Sorry for grammar calling out. If you want some lore, let me know!
If you want to read a sample, here you go!
Some Lore
The world is a vast, shimmering blue orb, its surface almost entirely covered by endless oceans. Above it, a massive spaceship hovers, its sleek metallic hull reflecting the fractured light of the split moon. The moon, cleaved in two by the band of heroes known as Chaos, hangs like a jagged scar in the sky. They had no choice. The planet was doomed unless they acted. Now, the moon’s broken halves drift apart, held together only by a faint, glowing band of energy.
The oceans below are alive with movement. Enormous leviathans breach the surface, their shadows stretching for miles. Cities float on the water, tethered to the seabed by colossal chains. These cities are hubs of activity, filled with people who live in constant tension. The threat of annihilation looms.
The spaceship, Eclipse, orbits silently. It’s a relic of humanity’s last hope, armed with technology no one fully understands. Inside, the remnants of Chaos work tirelessly. They monitor the moon’s unstable energy, knowing one misstep could mean the end.
The mood is heavy. Every decision feels like a gamble. The air is thick with the weight of survival. And yet, there’s a strange beauty in the chaos. The fractured moon. The endless sea. The fragile balance of life. It’s a world on the edge, where every moment could be the last.
No Looking!
Cyclonix stood on the edge of the island, looking out at the waves. Once, he was just a lonely kid. Now, he was full of power. A storm had changed everything. A lightning strike had given him abilities beyond his dreams. He could move faster than light. But that speed came with its own problems.
At first, Cyclonix felt lost. He struggled to control his new speed. His heart raced as he zipped past trees and over water. He felt like a wild wind. It was scary. He needed help.
Then he found the Chaos Rascals. They were quirky, fun, and full of energy. They showed Cyclonix how to use his speed. They taught him to run on water and even slow down time. With their guidance, he began to believe in himself. Cyclonix was no longer just a kid. He was becoming a hero.
But with new skills came new dangers. A dark force named Maglovoanix threatened the islands. This foe was powerful and relentless. Cyclonix knew he had to face this challenge. He had to master his Chaos Form.
Each battle was tough. Cyclonix faced setbacks. He fell deep into the sea during one fight. It was dark and cold. But he didn’t give up. He pushed through the pain and emerged stronger. Each defeat taught him something valuable.
The Rascals gave him air shoes, a special gift to help him in battle. They fit perfectly, giving him the speed he needed. Cyclonix felt ready. He was no longer just running away from his fears. He was running toward his destiny.
As he prepared to face Maglovoanix, Cyclonix realized something important. He fought not only for himself but for his friends and the islands he loved. This fight was bigger than him. It was about protecting everyone he cared about.
In the end, Cyclonix would change. He would learn that real strength comes from the heart. He would discover what it meant to be a true hero. Through every challenge, he would grow. He would not just defeat darkness; he would shine bright for those around him.
Cyclonix grew up on the islands of Zenthra, Valtor, and Elysia. He was a simple kid, often overlooked by his peers. His life changed forever during a fierce storm. A bolt of lightning struck him, awakening powers he never knew he had. Suddenly, he could move faster than light.
At first, Cyclonix struggled to control his speed. He felt lost and overwhelmed. But then, he met the Chaos Rascals. They became his friends and mentors. They taught him how to harness his abilities and transformed him into a hero. The Rascals showed him how to run over water and even turn time into slow motion.
But with great power came great challenges. Cyclonix learned of Maglovoanix, a dark force threatening his islands. To defeat him, he had to master his Chaos Form. Each battle pushed him to his limits. He fell hard, hitting the sea floor, but emerged stronger.
His journey also gave him air shoes, a gift from the Rascals. Now, Cyclonix is brave and heroic. He fights not just for himself, but for his friends and the islands he loves. He knows that true strength lies in heart and courage.
I warned you.
The air in the command deck grew heavy as Cyclonix stared at the holographic projection of the two Arytiotes. One radiated malice, his eyes burning with the hunger of a predator. The other—his counterpart from the merged dimension—stood with a quiet intensity, his gaze flickering with something Cyclonix couldn’t quite place. Guilt? Regret? The silence stretched, broken only by the hum of the ship’s engines.
Aphrite stepped forward, his dimensional blade humming faintly at his side. “We can’t trust either of them,” he said, his voice sharp. “One wants to squish us out of the world. The other… who knows? Redemption? Sounds like a trap.”
Cyclonix clenched his fists. He wanted to argue, but the memory of his own counterpart—working with Arytiote in the other dimension—burned in his mind. Trust was a luxury they couldn’t afford.
The Chaos Rascals, meanwhile, were already in motion. Their leader, a wiry gim named Krix, was tinkering with a stolen piece of Void Anchor tech. “If we can’t blow it up, both dimensions,” she muttered, “maybe we can redirect the energy. Use it to seal the rift instead.”
Cyclonix turned to her. “And if it backfires?”
Krix smirked. “Then we all go out in a blaze of glory. Better than letting Arytiote win.”
The tension in the room spiked. Aphrite’s hand twitched toward his blade. “We don’t have time for half-baked plans. We need to act. Now.”
Cyclonix hesitated. He glanced at the hologram again. The second Arytiote—the one who claimed to seek redemption—was watching him. Their eyes met, and for a moment, Cyclonix saw something familiar. A flicker of the man he might have been, in another life.
“We’ll split up,” Cyclonix said finally. “Aphrite, take the Rascals and disable the Void Anchor. I’ll deal with the Arytiotes.”
Aphrite frowned. “Alone? That’s suc!de.”
“Maybe,” Cyclonix said. “But if there’s a chance to save both dimensions, we have to take it.”
As the team dispersed, Cyclonix found himself face-to-face with the two Arytiotes. The warlord sneered. “You think you can stop me? You’re just a shadow of what you could be.”
The other Arytiote stepped forward. “He’s not wrong,” he said quietly. “But shadows can grow. Change. You don’t have to follow his path.”
Cyclonix’s mind raced. He thought of his counterpart, the one who had betrayed them. Was this his chance to make a different choice?
The ship shuddered as the Void Anchor’s energy surged. Time was running out. Cyclonix took a deep breath. “Tell me how to fix this,” he said to the second Arytiote.
The warlord laughed. “You’re too late. The rift is already tearing apart. There’s no stopping it.”
But the second Arytiote shook his head. “There’s always a way. If we work together.”
Cyclonix hesitated. Then he nodded. “Then let’s finish this.”
The two of them moved as one, their combined speed and strength a blur of motion. The warlord roared, lashing out with dark energy, but Cyclonix dodged, his movements precise. For the first time, he felt a glimmer of hope.
And then… the ship shook violently. A voice crackled over the comms. It was Krix. “We’ve got a problem. The Void Anchor’s core is unstable. It’s going to blow!”
Cyclonix’s heart dropped. The pressure was on. He turned to the second Arytiote. “Can you stabilize it?”
The man nodded. “But it’ll take everything I’ve got.”
Cyclonix didn’t hesitate. “Do it.”
As the second Arytiote channeled his energy into the Void Anchor, the warlord lunged at Cyclonix. Their clash was brutal, each strike echoing with the weight of their choices. Cyclonix fought with everything he had, but the warlord was relentless.
And then… the Void Anchor flared. A blinding light filled the room. Cyclonix shielded his eyes, his heart pounding. When the light faded, the warlord was gone. The second Arytiote lay on the ground, his body flickering like a dying star.
“Did it work?” Cyclonix asked, his voice barely a whisper.
The gim smiled faintly. “The rift is sealed. Both dimensions… are safe.”
Cyclonix knelt beside him. “Thank you.”
The gim’s eyes closed. “Don’t waste it,” he said. And then he was gone.
Cyclonix stood, his mind reeling. The ship was quiet now, the threat neutralized. But the cost… it weighed heavily on him.
Aphrite and the Chaos Rascals entered the room, their faces grim. “We did it,” Krix said. “But at what price?”
Cyclonix didn’t answer. He looked at the spot where the second Arytiote had fallen. For the first time, he understood the true cost of their mission.
And then… he made a decision. “We’re not done yet,” he said. “There’s still work to do.”
The team exchanged glances. But no one argued. They had come too far to stop now.
The galaxy was safe. For now. But the fight wasn’t over. And Cyclonix knew… the hardest battles were still ahead.
The world is a vast, shimmering blue orb, its surface almost entirely covered by endless oceans. Above it, a massive spaceship hovers, its sleek metallic hull reflecting the fractured light of the split moon. The moon, cleaved in two by the band of heroes known as Chaos, hangs like a jagged scar in the sky. They had no choice. The planet was doomed unless they acted. Now, the moon’s broken halves drift apart, held together only by a faint, glowing band of energy.
The oceans below are alive with movement. Enormous leviathans breach the surface, their shadows stretching for miles. Cities float on the water, tethered to the seabed by colossal chains. These cities are hubs of activity, filled with people who live in constant tension. The threat of annihilation looms.
The spaceship, Eclipse, orbits silently. It’s a relic of humanity’s last hope, armed with technology no one fully understands. Inside, the remnants of Chaos work tirelessly. They monitor the moon’s unstable energy, knowing one misstep could mean the end.
The mood is heavy. Every decision feels like a gamble. The air is thick with the weight of survival. And yet, there’s a strange beauty in the chaos. The fractured moon. The endless sea. The fragile balance of life. It’s a world on the edge, where every moment could be the last.
@BMW23 better?
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also sorry i dont think i can add every planet but iwill add the sun
any yelllow gims i can use for the sun
ummm
cato
you could also use solaria to indicate the sun is weak
oh when the sun phase 1(Cato) gets knocked out then spawn solaria
as weak sun
my reply didn’t go through, one sec
it wont go through apparently a mod needs to approve it
what is it???
why does it need approval
@inkydarkbird help pls we need to understand this prob
i added some solaria bosses in the final level
plural???
narrows eyebrows
i wil just ad a big spher around with text sayin in the sun
yes multiple sentries