The internet is a storm of URLs, wi-fi and strings of dangerous code, whirling and thundering. Out in the wilderness you can only survive so long unaided, but in here, behind the mellow yellow windows, a safe and comforting place awaits. This place is a respite from the internet; the fire crackles invitingly and alluring rainbow-coloured drinks are poured into glasses. Exciting chatter fills the rooms from tables bustling with friends, eating from trays of warm, rustic carum bread and hearty stews. Gentle music comes from the band in the background.
[image description: a busy tavern lit by orange light]
Come in, chat away, have a great time! The old location may have been overrun by the Codekind, but this new building has three-meter thick walls, three floors and turret bedrooms to rest in at the top! We’ve returned, free from the battles of the secret pages! A safe micro-community of equality and no judgement. Hang up your HTML-reflective suit at the door and settle in with a drink and a meal.
Notice Board: Free candy in the bowl on the counter! What types of candy are there? Yes.
Harpy Wynn is now Harpychilla.
Skye passes by the Hazelpage. It’s been a long while she’s been here. Maybe they know why everyone’s turned into chinchillas, she thinks, entering the tavern. “Hello? Anyone here?”
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Flam the Arsonist returns to the Hazelpage with a flamethrower and gasoline. “So who feels like committing some ARSON?!” She asks.
“ME!” Mochilla screams, swallowing gasoline
Ooh! Me, me! I know several methods… *evil grin*
Lionpaw walks into the tavern, slamming the door open ominously. Her tail flicks as she takes off her hood, and her cloak billows from the wind outside. Her glasses reflect her blood red eyes. She was one of the first to turn back into a cat after the Sol-pocalypse. As she walks through the arson-lit Hazelpage, she pulls out her minecraft netherite sword from 200000000 comments ago, driving it into the top of the counter. “Does anyone work here, or is it a desolate tavern?” Lioness scowls coldly, her tail lashing. “Seaweed Fish and Chips.” Lioness mutters as she drops 20 pixels onto the counter.
Mushroomfrost comes around with the Seaweed Fish and Chips, and scoops up the 20 pixels into her paw. “Oh, welcome! I’m new here, I just got the job.” She pauses. “Did the Computer Crawlers attack you on the way here? They’ve been… restless… lately. Sol summoned them to attack anyone who resisted his rule.”
“You’re new here?” Frostpaw washed out a glass, nudging Mushroomfrost. “Welcome! Been working here for quite some time, but…” She trailed off awkwardly, remembering the FrostedClan Rise. “Eh. I’m back now. Ready to work.”
There is an explosion outside, and a pitch black she-cat rolls through the window unconcious. She is holding the Chinchilla Artifact which caused the Sol-pocalypse, it appears she had shattered it to save everyone from his tyrannical rule and turn everyone back into a cat. There is still a bit of chinchilla fluff on her tail, though. What will you do?
Riverspirit storms in, and starts aggressively eating sushi. When some ask what wrong, she flicks her tail and continues to eat her sushi.
Skypaw the Minecrafter enters the Hazelpage, the door creaking ominously. “Give me some Coke.” she said, lashing her tail. “Or else I shall chop you with my sword.” She has a full set of netherite armor enchanted with bane of arthropods V and a netherite sword enchanted with sharpness IV, so you shouldn’t mess with her. She drops a bunch of pixels on the counter.
The doors of the hazelpage open but no ones there. All of a sudden a calico tom with blue eyes jumps out with a stucking out tongue smile, his signature expression. Flakepaw bounces in and looks atound
“Hatchet is back! Blogbreaks are so sad and boring. Time to bring the chaos!”
“Welcome, welcome!” The large, owl-cat pranced over, grinning. “What can I get for ya? Frostpaw, at your service…”
Lionpaw carefully grabs the Fish-n-Chips, making sure that there aren’t any Codekind Floppy Disks infesting them and pulls her netherite sword out of the countertop. She bolts over to Wolfpaw, and uses her netherite sword to slice the bit of chinchilla fur off of Wolfpaw’s tail. “STAFF! I NEED HELP!” Lionpaw shouts, still holding the Fish-n-Chips.
The arson-lit Hazelpage isn’t on fire as much anymore, but now, Sol’s Computer Crawlers are trying to get into the tavern and steal the artifact from an unconscious Wolfpaw.
What will you do now?
Icepaw returns to the Hazelpage, having mysteriously vanished during the Sol-pocalypse. He heads towards the counter, putting his Tophat under his chair. “Could I get a C++ Cherryade?” He asks, setting 12 Pixels on the counter, plus a couple extra for tips.
He smiles seeing the tips. “Thanks. A tip is always appreciated.”
Blazey rushes into the Hazelpage, panting as he slams the door, then wincing as the sound of many cats- or things- slamming into it echoes throughout the whole room. “Sorry”, he apologizes, adjusting his tophat while limping towards the counter. “I’ll take some Steak Frites with Bearnaise Sauce.” He pours out the contents of his pouch onto the table before collapsing into a deep sleep.
A brown spotted tom wipes down the counter, his green eyes reflecting across its surface. He has a small tan-and-grey collar has a bell on it, which means he works here. He is mumbling something about souls and chin chillers and an art-of-fact, whatever that is.
(Mushroomspots is open for interaction! )
Hint: Ask about what he is mumbling!
“Need some help?” The large spotted owl-cat padded over, grabbing a cloth and helping him clean. Her employee tag fell off, and she picked it up, wiping it with the cloth, the sunlight reflecting off of her name, written in golden ink- Frostpaw.
“Oh, and did I hear something about an out-oh-fact? What could that be?”
The large owl-cat blinked her crystal-blue eyes, and yawned, placing a flake into an ice-cream sundae, the limited edtion Hazelpage Extravagant Sundae. She fluffed out her wings slightly. The bright yellow sunlight pouring through the windows was casting its rays upon her fur and feathers.
“Another day at work.” She sighed, but it wasn’t a sad one. A happy one, more like. She loved her work at the Hazelpage- there was never a boring day. It was always filled with the cheering chorus of chaos and laughter.