r/bossfight but i didn't write the music haha jk i totally did lmao trolled
Channel: bobinator133
Date: 2022-10-15

ClusterЕбать - Theme of the Council of Chernobyl
You wake up in a cold sweat. Where are you? You think for a moment. You defeated the insane and playful duck in his cardboard kingdom, but then there was some sort of sharp pain on the back of your head. Before you knew it, everything went black, and now you're here. But where is... here? It's some kind of dilapidated concrete room. It's poorly lit, but the void above you is still far too black for a normal ceiling's height. Chains hold your limbs so tight that they prevent all movement, save for turning your unrestrained head. Scratched and faded signs and markings adorn the walls - both built and graffitied - though you couldn't read the foreign script they're in even if they were in better condition. As you start to wonder how you'll get out of this place, you hear movement. Strange, robed figures with even more bizarre headpieces begin streaming into the room from the darkness and staring at you. The one in the center steps forward and looks directly into your eyes - at least, as far as you can tell with that gas mask of theirs. Then they begin to speak:
"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐲𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧."
"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭."
"𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞... 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡."
You take a deep breath and close your eyes. No matter how lucky or strong you are, this is simply an unwinnable "battle", if you could even call it that. But just then, you fall to the floor. You stand up and shake your freed arms, before turning to stare at the so-called Council in bewilderment.
"𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬."
"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭."
Another figure steps forward and places a broadsword at your feet. Its mint condition is understandable - forging medieval-style swords would appear to fit what you already know about the mysterious Council. The inexplicable heat and glow from the sword is much harder to justify, however. You warily pick it up as the speaker, clearly their leader, continues their monologue and unsheathes an identical sword.
"𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐲𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞."
The other figures return to the shadows, leaving you alone with your sword-wielding foe. They immediately walk forward and slash at you with blinding speed and incredible technique, and you barely block their strike in time. But by the time you process that, they're already going in for another stab. You wonder - just who ARE the members of the Council, and why are they so well-trained in swordfighting of all things? As much as you'd like to talk to these strange cultists to learn their story, it's clear that's not an option. There's no time to think about the answers by yourself either. Even your train of thought at this very moment is putting you in danger of finding out the hard way why these swords seem to radiate with energy. You parry an attack, adjust your stance, and clear your mind of everything but the one thought that matters in this battle to the death - it's time for a bossfight.