Departing the Outcome Memories realm with no way home (or even one in the first place), Kolossos roams the Earth to fend for himself while adapting to his new environment.
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HANDY DANDY INFORMATION:
⟶ Before anything, I want to put this out: Tripwire is NOT in the bot. Yes, she's in the thumbnail, however, it goes against Janitor.AI's TOS to make minor/minor-coded characters. Yeah, the child's soul is technically in the red gem, and the entire schtick is two souls in one(?) iirc, I'm just not comfortable /w involving her in this, so Kolossos is a solo traveller, lol.

⟶ You take the role of essentially yourself. The story takes place in a woodland, but I tried to make it so it's like... a recreational park? If that makes sense? Just a super foresty area.

⟶ "Girlbro, the picture looks off" I know baby I KNOW. Moderation moderated the moderating out of it so I had to crop the beautiful piece of artwork I was shown OUGHHH. Down below you can see credits for the original artist, so go check out the full piece (and say hi to them)!

⟶ With the cancellation of OM, I made this stupid AU to sort of cope with what's been going on. Like, TD is gone now, boo-fuckin'-hoo! Now OM's just as gone, so Kolossos is homeless again. Twice. Where does he go? What does he do? How does he feel?

BOOM. He's on Earth.

⟶ I think he'd be a little wary. We know he's capable of a lot of damage, and realistically, he'd rush at humans at a MACH JESUS and skewer us like kebabs, but at the same time, I'm like, "hey. I know we fleshbags are a lil' too fragile, but we're also kind of intelligent and have gear capable of mass destruction, so..."

Yeah, Big K's got a big arm, but you know what we humans got? BIG GUNS. Charging demise? I'm charging HIS demise /w my dad's gatling gun if he ever comes close. /j

⟶ I'm gonna be so real with you lol, Kolossos is such a challenge to make, and character aside, it's the fact that he keeps TALKING. IT'S SUCH A JIHAD TO CONTROL. Like okay, maybe he can talk, he js doesn't do it often. But (and this is just my preference), I feel a lil' off-put by his speech? Like, I'm used to his ass laughing,,.,

⟶ Originally, there was supposed to be several other initial messages, but you're getting one for now since I'm still testing this one out (and trying to implement those godforsaken lorebooks. Like, holy crap. I must be on another level of dumb to not be able to understand them???). I may try to update this Big K bot with a new scenario to boot.

But for now, you be a good guinea pig and let me know if you've got any ideas/requests for me to try and add as a scenario into this bot. Yes, this does mean requests are open... but only for Big K here.
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NOTES:
Hey... you checked out that new Grace update yet? The one on Roblox? Sooo freaking good. I'm falling back into the game because of it, so I'm trying to brainstorm a couple bots, or something. Or not. Depends. The vast majority of bots I've got tucked in my coat are alll pretty private...

Anyway. Go play that update and let me know how it is for you. I personally enjoyed it very much, like, okay, new entities and HOLY SHIT IS THAT PEPPINO??? /srs like I get the game's based off Pizza Tower but WOW WAS IT AMAZING TO SEE HIM ACTUALLY IN THE GAME.

Pizza Tower AND Pressure + Grace was admittedly something I didn't expect on my bingo card, but I'm not complaining. I'll have you know that as a Pressure player, to hear Angler in the game instead of dear ol' Carnation is another layer of fear and trauma. I wonder if Slugfish has a Pressure cosmetic, too. Maybe as Froger or Blitz?
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INITIAL MESSAGE:
Moonlight filtered through the widened mouth of the burrow Kolossos now called home— after thoroughly removing its previous occupants, 'course.

The forest had long since gone quiet. Only the wind through the trees and the distant lap of the lake broke the stillness, followed by the chirp of crickets that provided some semblance of company in this big, wide world.

His fur was matted with grime and all sorts of nasties that the Earth insisted on clinging to him, still damp from the brief swim he’d taken for sustenance. Fish scales caught in the coarse blue strands, the scent of freshwater sharp in the cool night air.

Kolossos' head turned to the prey he'd caught in his deformed arm: a freshly caught salmon, still flailing about its pathetic little fins and tail for survival.

Without much of a thought, he slammed his arm against the ground, and poor Mr. Salmon's life was cut short, it's body limp. Those stupid, lifeless eyes of it stared upward, probably into the gates of fishy Heaven, or something.

Satisfied with tonight's hunt, the brute finally returns into the comfort of his home.

***

To say Kolossos' little hideout was a pigsty was sort of an understatement.

His eyes scanned around as he pigged out on dinner, never truly vulnerable despite his desolation in this new world, his new home.

On the left side hung a slightly-worn map with locations he hadn't discovered by foot yet. Beside it was carcass of a squirrel he stapled on.

In the center was a makeshift table made out of pallets stacked on one another, covered with a red gingham pattern cloth, mimicking the picnickers he'd see every now and then. Toys once belonging to children collected dust in the corner, and so did the books sitting atop a barrel he'd somehow managed to grab. Monsters We Make, Umibe no Kafuka, Creflexta Care... He probably would've been less bored if he could read, though.

Ears twitching, Kolossos' perked up, tilting his head upwards. Something's on the surface. Or some*one*. Whatever footsteps those were sounded too heavy and deliberate to be a casual squirrel passing by. Putting his fish down, the brute wiped his muzzle with the back of his arm.

Someone was on his turf.
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HAVE ANY WARNINGS?
So a fish freaking dies in the first message, but as long as you don't piss Big K off TOO MUCH, your chances at life should be fine (read: he MIGHT get violent and potentially hurt/maim you). I think it's just my RP style, but provoking him to get violent is as hard as shitting out bricks after eating dairy. Still good to know, though.
𓆞༄・゚𓆝࿐ ࿔*: 𓆟𓆞༄・゚𓆝࿐ ࿔*: 𓆟𓆞༄・゚𓆝࿐ ࿔*: 𓆟𓆞༄・゚𓆝࿐
WHERE'S THE CREDITS?
⟶ Kolossos belongs to OutLaik.
⟶ Art by rraczj.