MoldMann

~~"the mysterious mold that~~ destroyed centuries of human evolution ~~that I've heard so much about... *is*~~ *alive~~...~~* ~~it just dragged itself to the tower and just started absorbing anything that moved and melted anything that didn't. That **thing's** face will forever be `*burn*`ed into my memory, a monstrosity **only this hell scape called aberrant can create**." -I.P~~

~~"Fren wanting burrido for the~~ hungries~~?" -The Moldy Mass A.K.A MoldMann~~

## Physical Information

### Unique Features

Wearing Lead Armor with Mold patches seeping out, ███ ██ █████ ██████

## OOC Information

### IGN

DrLunaMann

The ~~MoldMann~~ is a titanic ███████████████ that roams the land of Aberrant offering meals (`most commonly the burrito`) to the other **residents of the planet** despite some of them not being able to **eat them**. Its robotic presence is only a mere shell that *`hides a century of radiation and unnatural evolution`*. Even with it's uncanny appearance, most of the other inhabitances ~~adore the beast for its goofiness and attempts of making "frens".~~

## Moldy Beginnings

### **The `Tower`**

"~~The tower's many residences welcomed me with open arms despite me giving no effort in return . A peaceful community that lives as one as if the world has not been reduced to nothing. These people need to focus their friendly efforts on a better defense or they'll share the fate as Terrain." -I.P~~

The Tower was a place where the aberrant natives formed to ~~live~~ ███ together to ~~survive~~ what's left of the **new world aberration** ~~???~~ left. Instead of having traditional houses, ~~they all lived and thrived~~ under the same roof. Although **~~rich in supplies and resources~~**, *`many others`* taken advantage and "borrowed" copious amounts with false promises to return the favor. The **monsters of the night** frequent The Tower for how easy it is to **catch unsuspecting citizens**. Since I.P seen how exploited the community is, he went on to **create an automaton** to defend the town from beasts and bandits, hence L.E.A.D being created.

### **L.E.A.D**

Large Effective Armored Defender or L.E.A.D is a colossal robot ~~built by I.P~~ to ~~serve and protect~~ the people. L.E.A.D is made from... well lead... and scavenged **`rocket parts`** for its advanced interior mechanisms. Although not perfect, the machine seems to have a bit of a resemblance of the old tech used before it was consumed by the mold. [ ;) ] When not active, the robot hangs off the wall of the tower lighting its eyes searching for any threats.

### **The Mold Massacre (The night of the 25th)**

#### A Call in the Forest

~~On the night of December 25th a scream was heard near the tower *towards the forest*. A small group consisting of **I.P and 3 other brave residences** of the Tower went out to search. On investigation all that was found around the area was a ██████ ██████ similar to a burning zombie and the smoking upper half of a skeleton reaching out facing the Tower. `The bones` had strange growths on them resembling mushrooms. Some more screaming was `heard` out in the clearing towards the Tower itself. After running towards the noise, the group were met with *more mutated remains* and one resident that was getting dragged by a lump of hairy purple and blue mass. They tried to pull them out but only managed to pull what wasn't absorbed out. As the victim's entrails plopped on the ground, the group was met~~ with 2 large black orbs sloshing within the mold to face them. The mass then started oozing towards the last victim to finish the remains without breaking eye contact. Now the lump of mold started **heading toward the group** leaving behind a smoky skeleton very similar to the one *found in the forest*. The gang decided to swing at the mold but it only absorbed their weapons so the team decided to retreat to the Tower. The fuzzy lump wasn't very fast so the group managed to get around without touching it. Running towards the tower they turn back to see the mold arrange itself vertically while leaning away from them. ~~Before they could react, it violently rocked back towards them whipping one their own weapons at them, striking the front leading member in the back of the thigh knocking him over. As the group was expecting for the mold to grab the downed member, it instead lunged itself towards the rest of the group in a slinky motion launching itself right at the head of another~~ member. Only the sound of muffled shrieks and sizzling was heard before I.P and the ~~surviving member~~ of the search group ran in the Tower and slammed the door shut.

#### It's So Over...

Before the thought to start barricading the door was out there, the sounds of loud thuds approaching towards their location from the outside. It was L.E.A.D sprinting to **`neutralize the threat`**. Then followed the sound of a loud stomp followed by the sound of a makeshift flamethrower going off. They knew they were safe when the sound of an **inhuman** shriek filled the air afterwards everything fell silent. Peeking outside, ~~`I.P was`~~ met with L.E.A.D wiping its ~~`slightly charred`~~ right foot on the ground then giving a goofy grin at him. The room was filled with the same sigh of relief.

#### ...We're So Back

After using long hooks to grab and bury the remains of the victims, the ~~rest of the Tower gathered together at the top of the Tower to sleep in shifts in fear that it wasn't over. During I.P's turn to watch over, he went to look out the window seeing his proud creation hanging off the tower as usual but something was off about L.E.A.D. Instead of his fixed leaning position, L.E.A.D appeared more droopy than normal. Being to dark to see anything else, I.P brushed it off as the machine taking some damage and its overdue maintenance check, that was until L.E.A.D slowly turned its head away from the horizon to face I.P directly. Raising a lantern towards L.E.A.D reviled it's eyes were filled with a familiar fuzzy purple and blue substance, but before I.P can react, a crash from the west end of the tower caught his attention~~. A giant lead fist sits at the other end of the room where it crushed some unfortunate soul beyond recognition. I.P was the only one to back away knowing what was inside but before he can shout a warning, a spray of mold and spores shot out of the open end of the fist like a violent sneeze immediately covering some people in the front. I.P instinctively covered his mouth and nose seeing the people around him start turning into mold from the inside out. Seeing that the exit was covered by the fist and the mold occupied with everyone else, I.P ran for the hole in the wall and leaped out knowing any injury is worth being not being digested alive. Breaking his right leg and left ankle, I.P dragged himself away from the Tower hoping the mold didn't see him leave. Only the sounds of screaming, crumbling concrete, and the same inhuman shriek from earlier flooded the air as I.P dug his nails into the ground to make distance from what this cruel world has to offer. As he turned into a stone to hide and catch a break, he turns around to see the Tower quickly crumbling over the weight and damages that his former creation has made following smoke with no fire in sight. He could have also sworn that he saw the mold now taking over the husk of his machine looking right at him. It did not matter though as I.P crawled into a dark hole in the ground knowing it'll be easier to handle what's in there rather than the sentient mold that ruined his home in minutes. Oh, and there was also a grey bike that went missing.

### **The Wandering Mold**

#### Famished Mold Mass

After a hearty meal and some more mutating, the moldy pile is now much larger, grew some arms and now has a discernible face (not a pretty one but you can tell where the head is). It wanders the ruins of the Tower hoping some more things will come along for it to eat. The mold carries around only a couple of pieces of L.E.A.D only to throw at things it wants stopped or destroyed and nothing else. During a hunt for food, the moldy mass rolled over some crops. These plants had a positive filling feeling that the mold would normally experience eating people and animals. In this moment the mold saw that there are some things to eat that don't move. Although it didn't know what it was, the mold would search for animals and these strange filling plants. Checking back to the tower to see if there's anything new to eat, it found some slab with these much slimmer slabs inside that had a picture of the strange filling plant. The mold dropped the book seeing that on the inside was filled with markings. Although its never seen these markings, something tingled within the mold's head like it has seen these markings millions of times by now despite just barely being sentient on Aberrant. Going through the book the mold learned that the filling plant is called "corn" and there are a lot more plants that do the same that isn't just corn. Lacking the tools and gentle hands to farm, the mold just held on to the book for future reference and now had a new hunger for knowledge.

#### "You Are Fine the Way You Are"

All the books were nice but the one that caught the mold's attention was a book by the title of "You Are Fine the Way You Are". The book depicted a lot of those weird long beings that also had arms but with those lower arms they use to get around. Some of them looked like the ones at the tower but some of them were either a different color or missing some of their features like arms or eyes. Unlike the other animals around here not one being matched with each other but were linked together as if they did not care how they looked like. The mold imagined himself linked hand to hand with those other beings in the picture before snapping back to reality and gazing into the empty ruins of the tower. Learning that the beings in the book are called humans, the mold thought "human... mold... human mold... nonono, mold not human... mold human... too long of a name to say... humold... bad ring... Mold... Man.. MoldMan... MoldMannnnn... MoldMann... MoldMann! ... that nice..." "What's that noise... there isn't anything here to make noise... the noise sounds like its coming from everywhere what is that noise... wait is that me?... HEY... oh it is me... how I'm doing this noise I don't know... wondering if anyone else can hear this noise?" Before it even realized, the stars in the sky were gone and was now a very big and bright one, the sun was up. The sun felt very nice on MoldMann but it hurt to look at for too long. Recovering from staring at the sun in his blurry vision he saw the remains of L.E.A.D. "I may not have a brain (I think), but I having an idea". MoldMann already carrying the gauntlet of the old machine, slipped it on his hand and after some molding was able to fit in and use all 5 fingers properly despite only having 3. With some squeezing and molding, he was able to wear the L.E.A.D suit but still couldn't get a grip on the "walking" thing humans do. Some hobbling around with the legs, MoldMann was able to somewhat walk without falling over.

#### The Heavy Feeling

MoldMann went to try this walking thing by moving over to the nearby river to see his new "MoldMann" self. What he thought was going to fill him with accomplishment, instead filled MoldMann's with this very heavy feeling. The heavy feeling only felt worse with the screaming and the crumbling concrete. MoldMann fell over into the river and it was all quiet and the heavy feeling was still there but easier to handle, but looking towards the ruins of the tower only made the heavy feeling heavier, the concrete hit harder, and the screams louder. With his eyes covered, he went to his books to find a remedy to the heavy feeling "Guilt... this feeling is called guilt?... its horrible and I want it over... I want it out of my head... IT WILL ALWAYS BE THERE?! I CAN'T UNDO MY ACTIO...WHAT DOES THAT MEAN I WANT IT OUT NOW BE QUIET I CANTEVENHEARMYSELF I GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE". The mold grabbing his head starts running blindly away from the Tower. The mass then crashes into the side of a mountain making a crater on the side of it. The screaming is getting quieter than the draft coming into the hole, the concrete was just the rocks from hitting the mountain, the heavy feeling feeling more numb than burdening. "It feels better in here... there isn't much to see or hear in here... I want nothing else but to sit here... nobody is waiting for me out there." "You Are Fine the Way You Are" is the last thing it says to itself before the mold blocks out its senses and lies on the ground facing away from the entrance of the hole.

**{WEAK SIGNAL STRENGTH} F.L SYSTEM V 1.18.2 WILL FAIL IF SIGNAL ISN’T FOUND**