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Search (43) Rusty Shine Units, (43c) Units 21-30
They w̟͖a҉̳r͙̱͎͍̝̰ͅn͙̬̥̝̯͟e̹̝̮̺d͕͇̮̣̲͙͇ you about this place, but nah. You're the Chu who doesn't give a hoot!

You cruise on down̸̢͔̱̺̜̝̫̣̮̺͇̫̯̜̋ͫ͌̐ͮͫ̈̅͒ͦͬ͌ͣ̎͆̚̕͞ͅ at this ungodly hour to see̵̛͖͚̹͖̜ͪ̀͛ͫ̈̏ͨ͊̓ͨͣͫ̎̆̓̕ whatever f̗̥ị̹͚̥͢l҉͍̫̺͙̩͓ͅț̨h͏͈y̱ things go on in Rusty Shine besides that rickety feeling like the whole building is going to fall apart on you. Since you're wise in life, you decide to head to the third floor, because once this place starts collapsing, what better place to̷̹̝͙̗̰̯͚͎ͧ̎͗̏̇̎̔̌̓̃̏̈́̿ͦͦ͂͌̈̕ be than on the highest elevation!?

Don't worry, I'll wave̵̛͖͚̹͖̜ͪ̀͛ͫ̈̏ͨ͊̓ͨͣͫ̎̆̓̕ you goodbye as you're tumbling and I'm gliding away! But wait, sorry, I'm not coming with you after all. Yeah, looks like you'll be tumbling alo̷̹̝͙̗̰̯͚͎ͧ̎͗̏̇̎̔̌̓̃̏̈́̿ͦͦ͂͌̈̕ne.

Things around here are especially filthy. Like you can seriously forget about the five second rule kind of filthy. Unless you enjoy eating four thousand different types of bacteria, but who am I to judge? You know, if you ever felt alon̸̢͔̱̺̜̝̫̣̮̺͇̫̯̜̋ͫ͌̐ͮͫ̈̅͒ͦͬ͌ͣ̎͆̚̕͞ͅe, just remember all those microorganisms swimming, squirming, and crawling all around and inside you. Your body is their e̵̛͖͚̹͖̜ͪ̀͛ͫ̈̏ͨ͊̓ͨͣͫ̎̆̓̕ntire world and all they've ever known! They'll breed their whole family on yo̷̹̝͙̗̰̯͚͎ͧ̎͗̏̇̎̔̌̓̃̏̈́̿ͦͦ͂͌̈̕u and in you for generations to come!

When it comes to you, boy, I pity them.

You fin̸̢͔̱̺̜̝̫̣̮̺͇̫̯̜̋ͫ͌̐ͮͫ̈̅͒ͦͬ͌ͣ̎͆̚̕͞ͅd a few splinters here and there, which is kind of surprising considering how broke Pokémon around here are. You think some Me̵̛͖͚̹͖̜ͪ̀͛ͫ̈̏ͨ͊̓ͨͣͫ̎̆̓̕owth would show up and bribe them all with Pay Day, but nah, not around here. Here, they'd probably eat one before realizing this magical trick.

Sparkstrike finds a measly $14SP$.

As you walk by Unit 22, you find a co̷̹̝͙̗̰̯͚͎ͧ̎͗̏̇̎̔̌̓̃̏̈́̿ͦͦ͂͌̈̕mical note on the front door.



It actually wasn't me this time. But you se̵̛͖͚̹͖̜ͪ̀͛ͫ̈̏ͨ͊̓ͨͣͫ̎̆̓̕e by the bottom that someone still doesn't care and probably found that funny as they left soda cans, Funnionz wrappers, tissues with week-old boo̷̹̝͙̗̰̯͚͎ͧ̎͗̏̇̎̔̌̓̃̏̈́̿ͦͦ͂͌̈̕gers on them, and topped that all off with actual defecation. Go o̷̹̝͙̗̰̯͚͎ͧ̎͗̏̇̎̔̌̓̃̏̈́̿ͦͦ͂͌̈̕n, take a whiff! It smells exactly like you think it would! Totally not like a Yankee Candle!

You continue searching these c̨̛̠̻̜̬̹͎̼͔̖̣̜̈́̉͐ͤ͜ͅr̢̢͍̯̳̭̰̤͖͈̳̼͊̈̅̿ͣ̒ͬ̌͐ͦ̀͐̽͗͆̇̚ ̗͈̫ͅa̅̎ͭ̔̍́͊̅ͭ̚͏͔͙͚̬̰̺̘͕̥̘̘̫̗̕p̴̙͕͇̲̘̻̞̣̲͙ͮ̊̓̑͘͢ͅͅ ̞̦̩̻t̺͍͉̙̫̙͇͎̙͙̯̟͈͎̼̦̲ͬ̓ͫ̄̃͌́͒̚͜ȧ͛ͣ̈̌ͣ̌̉ͧ͡҉̡̧͓͈͙͜ ͉̩̝͚̥̺̖̪̪s̴̷̟͓̟̹̗̭̪̘̫̳̗̰̺̩̙͈͚̺͉̀̿̈̄̀t̡̼͈̪̪̪̟̜̔ͭ̾ͧ͝ ͇i̸̻̣̥̠̤̪͚̰͔̞͕͗ͨͬͫͮ̿̓͆ͩ͛̍̎͡c͙͔̯̰͍̯̣ͮ̌ͬ͗ͬ͛̄̓̇̎̅̈ͬ͢͝ ̱̗͇̘͈ͅͅ apartments that you honestly feel like just being flat out homeless would be better. I mean really, yeah, sure, I'll sleep on the floor with mites and snots and pee rather than just the park bench outside. Or hell, even just sleeping on the bare groun̷̵̰̮͖̣̪̳̩͚͖͇̯̲͔̣̝͕͛̊͒ͯ̈̃ͩ̑̏̓ͭ̌̑̚͘͡d is cleaner than this!

You then enter Unit 27. The other ones were terrible, yeah, but when you open̷̵̰̮͖̣̪̳̩͚͖͇̯̲͔̣̝͕͛̊͒ͯ̈̃ͩ̑̏̓ͭ̌̑̚͘͡ the clunky and rusty metallic doo̷̹̝͙̗̰̯͚͎ͧ̎͗̏̇̎̔̌̓̃̏̈́̿ͦͦ͂͌̈̕r to this one, you come across something a little weird. You walk inside and it's pretty dimly lit, but you can kinda see weird shadows in the dark. So you look around for a lightswitch near the door, and you flick that sucker on and turn̷̵̰̮͖̣̪̳̩͚͖͇̯̲͔̣̝͕͛̊͒ͯ̈̃ͩ̑̏̓ͭ̌̑̚͘͡ around to see what the room looks like.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!" Everyo̷̹̝͙̗̰̯͚͎ͧ̎͗̏̇̎̔̌̓̃̏̈́̿ͦͦ͂͌̈̕ne shouts!

No, just kidding. You ẅ͉͎́̋ͨ͂̒i̫̱̜ͤ̀̃͑̈́ͅs̪͈̩̖̩̦̒h̻̺̞͕̔ͥ. You see rows and rows of wrapped m̻̦͍͉̹̼ͦͅo̐u͖̝̼͇̰̲̐̈́̽͊ͭ̊͒n̮̝ͤ́̑̾̚d̑̄ͤ̄͛̚s͔͙̈͆͐̐̈̾̽ ̭̩͍̭ and it almost looks like someone's moving in or out! Probably out, someone had to have grown brain cells by now. NAH, actually, you look around and you find they're bodies. Wrapped, mummified bodies, and boy do they smell. Even worse than that ḓ̦̤̭̫̠̜͈̣̮̈́̐̐̌ͅe̮͓͚̻̪̪̖̝̹͕̰̱̩͂͗̓̂̅̍f͈̼͚̗̭͍͓̍ͯ̋ͮ̎̎ ̟̤̱̟̼͙̞̜͕e̗̥̼͖̬̙̞̯̼̖̠͉̞͕̩̍̌͌̊̋̓̍̾̑̚c̱͓͚̻̺ͭͪ̍͊̔̀̍̋ͅ ̣̥̤̗ả̜͎̤͚ͦ̆ͨͧ̓̇͌ͭ͆͑͂ͨͤ̚t̖̹̦̞͈͖̜͕̲̜̘̬͙̊ͦ͑̀̒̋͆ͣ͑ͨ͂͐ ͈̭̠̱̜̜i̫͍̼̳̹͖̜̳̦̲̳͎̦͇͕̫̐̑́͗̄ͥͯo̥̲͉͍̜̿̍ͭͫͤͧ͆̀̄̇̆̚̚ͅ ̮̖̰͔͕̰͓͚n͎̱̹̬͈̤͑͌ͪ̎ͪ̓!

Sparkstrike suffers 4 Points of San͛ͦͨ͊̅̈́̀̀̍̈̅̇̑̐̆ͬ̃́͏̶̘̬̖͖̥̦͉̣̗͇̥̖͇͖̲̕͢ity Damage! It only gets easier!

...and then sudden͛ͦͨ͊̅̈́̀̀̍̈̅̇̑̐̆ͬ̃́͏̶̘̬̖͖̥̦͉̣̗͇̥̖͇͖̲̕͢ly the door shuts.

You gasp, and while alarmed, you race to it and see a bizarrẹ̷̵̩̞̱̜̫̦͙̹̮̤̹̘̠̠ͫ͑́͆̑ͬ̾ͥ̆̓͗͡ message scraped into the metallic surface!



You just freak out and try grabbing the doorknob, and it doesn't o̟̟̟̮͈̼̠̗̒ͭ͊͒̑̓́̓͊̅͆̉ͩ̔͐ͭͤ̍ͅpen. Well, no surprise, this game's more like Mousẹ̷̵̩̞̱̜̫̦͙̹̮̤̹̘̠̠ͫ͑́͆̑ͬ̾ͥ̆̓͗͡ Trap and less like Monopoly. You yank and yank at it and then͛ͦͨ͊̅̈́̀̀̍̈̅̇̑̐̆ͬ̃́͏̶̘̬̖͖̥̦͉̣̗͇̥̖͇͖̲̕͢ suddenly it pulls back a bit and you realize there's some kind of mechaṉ̝̳̤͑̓ͧ̈́ism attached to this side of the doorknob and then uh oh... you hear a funny clicking sound!

#Imbuẹ̷̵̩̞̱̜̫̦͙̹̮̤̹̘̠̠ͫ͑́͆̑ͬ̾ͥ̆̓͗͡d Ground, Ground, 3DMG# Dodge Rate: 40%
Sparkstrike rolls 90% to dodge! HaPpY HELLoWEẹ̷̵̩̞̱̜̫̦͙̹̮̤̹̘̠̠ͫ͑́͆̑ͬ̾ͥ̆̓͗͡NN!!

Your clumsy face gets viciously SAND-BLASTED and you scream obscenities! You can barely see your own fuzzy yellow paws thanks to that thiṉ̝̳̤͑̓ͧ̈́g! But hey, if you had any face moles or warts, they're probably gone no̟̟̟̮͈̼̠̗̒ͭ͊͒̑̓́̓͊̅͆̉ͩ̔͐ͭͤ̍ͅw! Along with quite a few other fe̪͖̼̟͛̓̉̆atures of your face.

Sparkstrike eats 6 Health damage to̟̟̟̮͈̼̠̗̒ͭ͊͒̑̓́̓͊̅͆̉ͩ̔͐ͭͤ̍ͅ the Face! The FACE!

You don't want to try that again, because you figure your head's going to look like Jack Skellington's if you get hit with something like that once more. You fumble around, trying to find your bearings, and you realize̪͖̼̟͛̓̉̆ you're trapped. Frantically, you try to search the bodies, looking for clues, answers, or a For Dummies book on how to get o̟̟̟̮͈̼̠̗̒ͭ͊͒̑̓́̓͊̅͆̉ͩ̔͐ͭͤ̍ͅut, barely able to see what you're doing, and you rip the face bandage coverings off of one of those wrapped bodies to behold... oh ḫ̯̤͚̝̥͔̖̺͔̹̍ͭ̋̈́̓͗̀͑ͨ̀͐̊͛̓̂̚̚ͅͅo͎̰̊ͨ̆ͬ̏̇̇ͨ͛̏ͦ̓̏ͫ̀ͅ ̭̭̤̪̪̤l̥͓̜͎̹̓͗̌͑̈ͬ̊̑̇̐͗̓ͧy͚̫̼̳̯͚͇̖̜̺̱̆ͭ̑ͬͭͤͣ̃̈́ͩͥ̅̎ ̙̰͚͓̲̰ ͕̠̰̥͒͒̈̊ͦc̣̩̳̠̯̰̗̉ͪ̎͌͊̑r͙͍̗͉̥̠̞ͧ̿͑͌ͤͅà̅͊̄̐̃̋ͪ̎̐͛ͧ ̦̯͖̘͖̖͔̲̻̪̭̖͈̰p̗̬̣̪̝̩̥̒̌̆̽̒ͭ, it's a Munchlax. Gawking at you, eyes sunken into his head, damn, that's a lovely holiday sight.

You pass out. No, pass out as in fall unco̟̟̟̮͈̼̠̗̒ͭ͊͒̑̓́̓͊̅͆̉ͩ̔͐ͭͤ̍ͅnscious. Not pass out as in fart. Although that would be kinda funny. "Holy crap, a mummified Munchlax! What do I" *FFFfttttt!* "Oh man, I was wondering when that breakfast burrito gas was going to come out!"

...

You wake up, we̪͖̼̟͛̓̉̆ak, lousy, exhausted, and hideously dehydrated because you didn't take your kiddie sippie cup with you. Ha, ha, actually no, even that wouldn't have helped.

Sparkstrike feels 1 Point of He̪͖̼̟͛̓̉̆alth damage seeping out of her!

Oh holy crap, it's R̻̪̭̟̜̲̺͎͔͇̘̺̽ͨ͐͗ͪ̑e̯͕̪̫̲̞̤͚̪̻͛ͧͨ́ͤ̓͒ͮͪͣ̄̂̂̎̄̂p̂ͣ͑ ͚̳͓̪̙̼̦͙̥̝̒͑̓̒̄̏̐̾͌o̞̟͙̰̭̦̼̺̰͇̻̰͌ͦͤͩͪ̚s̩̰̹̞ͪ̈́͒̄ͪͮ̚ ͇̹̱̭̯͉͔e̼͓̗̝̠͔͎̩̥͓̲̰̦̫͑̋̎̒̿͆̍ͮ͛̔̃̎ͪ̌̚ͅ. You can't see the Stalker draining all your life fluids, but you F͏̸̛̪̦̣̻̖̩͙͖͙̞͓̻̳͇͘ͅE̸̠̠̫͔͇̼̺̪͎̭̦͓͚͍̺͠E҉̨̠͉̦͉͈̥̠L̕ ̨̛̭̫̜̺͖̙̜͍̀ it. Your body shriveling, and already they've got your lower body half wrapped in bandages. Yeah, if you wanted to dress like Spiderman this Halloween, you missed your chance, Sparky.

Your whole body looks pale and with your fading vision, you re̙̟̝͖͈̤̾̉̓̐ͮͮ͆̚̚͢ͅͅalize you've sprung a leak and you're ble̙̟̝͖͈̤̾̉̓̐ͮͮ͆̚̚͢ͅͅeding out!

Sparkstrike fee̙̟̝͖͈̤̾̉̓̐ͮͮ͆̚̚͢ͅͅls 2 more FATAL Points of Health damage!

You feel really sle̙̟̝͖͈̤̾̉̓̐ͮͮ͆̚̚͢ͅͅepy. Mmm. Look at the bright side, you're going to lose all those pounds you were hoping to shed off this year! Maybe you did accomplish your New Year's Resolution after all!

As your body is now only like a quarter of the weight it was before, your vision starts to f̨͐̓ͪ̉̎̃ͨ͜͠͏͖̠̱͖̰͍̰̹͇̱̣̰̹͔̻͖a̖̱̼̖̙̟̲̣̪̜̩͍̟̯̦ͫ̆ͦ̃͢͡ ̥͎̱d̶͎̘͔͈̥͉͈͇̟̖̯̩̪͈͚͑ͤ͆̄̿̍ͩ̄ͬ͛ͦͨͬͥ͊̈́̕ėͫ̎̌ͨ́ͧ̽̑҉̸͘ ̰̮͚͖̳̳ͅ and shroud up. I told you to drink stronger coffee!

Actually, I lied, caffeine wouldn't have helped. You see, you're not dozing off because of your lack of Red Bull. When you close your eyes completely, you realize the real reason is because...

Sparkstrike the Pikachu is Ḑ̛͈͎̳̦̠͔͉̥̦̳͎͖͚̲̲̹̇͌̍ͧ̀͢͡E̢̨ͯ͛̈ͧ̋́͒ͫͨͦ̓̇͑͒ͪ̾̐̇̔̕͠ ̖̗̹͔̪̼̯̟̩̖̯̪͔̯̬̱̝͚A̷̢͈̹̹̫̻̞̺̮͎̦͂́̉̀̓͐̋͛̎̆ͅDͫ̔́̾̿̀̍ ̛̼̹̩͖̣̪̺̔̈́͟͟͞.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! M̸͉̘̯̗͔͕̬͇̗̫̲̞̫̫̪̺̆ͩ͌̾̇́ͩ̆ͭ͊̒̓̎̀Uͯ͂͌͐̓̿̃̃̐ͯ̎ͫ̊͒̍͟͡ ̲͉͙͙̪̣͎̝̙A̡̪̺͚͕͚͓̞̻̺̬͇ͩ̆͊̅ͦ̑͋̑́̓ͮ͊͛̍̈́̍͑ͭ̀̚͞ͅH̀̓ͫͩ̀ ̴̗̪̗̣͍̟̮͇͔̥̲̮̮̿ͧ͗ ̢̪̞̰̲͌̎̄͘͡Ḩ̡̗̹̼̪̙̭̲̼̲̫̺͈̻͍̣͚̉̊̉̀̈͌̑̆̂̉̓ͧ̓ͯͫ̾͟͡A̍̋ ̴̪͕̘̤͙͎̳̬̘͓͉͚̮̺̖̻͒͑ͫ͛̾͂̿ͥͥ̔̀͞ ̴̵͚̼̪̘̰̬̙͈̘͙͈̰̜̝͑͆̊̈́͌͂́̀̍̃͊̈̍̽͢͟͢H̾͛ͭ̅̇̓͂͗̂̐̊̈́͛ͫͩ͞ ̶̨͕͇̮̲̘̫A̷̡̛͚̬̫̞̙͈͎̺̦͕̺͍͉͇͓͍͚̯ͦ̎̐̍͋͑ͩͨͧ͘͡ͅ ̴ͦ̊̇̚͞҉̤̞̦̺̜̻͕̝̺̭̟̯͕H͎͇̝̥͍̩͇̠͓̘̰̘̭͚̔͗ͧͣ͑ͥ̅̾͒ͮ͡ͅA̽ͪ ̶̷̈́ͣͪ̂̽̓ͪͪͬ̈͛ͮ̌͋̔̚҉҉̼̤̹͍͉͍͕͉̹!̵̡̙͔̭͙͖̭͉͍ͩ̑ͤ̾̂͊̊̍̊̓ ͓͖̳!̴̵̨̠̗̪̩̳̫̯͙͖̮̱͎͉̩͇̗͈̏̊̔̃͢͡ͅ!̢͇ͣͩ̉̌͒͊͆͐͗̋̆ͦ̽̌̕͝ ̝͚̦̲̳͓̻̩̗̥̤