This was styled to be fun, of course, but if anyone was going to take something as fun as being given a water gun filled with paint, and the instructions to go turn the town into what looks like a drunken arts and crafts project, and make it into something way too serious... It's... it's going to be her.
She's here to win.
Everything is going to be red, and anyone who has some other, more inferior color preferences in regards to how this town should look is going to be subject to a double barreled, high pressured crimson rebuttal, probably in the face.
Good luck hitting her, the bug practically a blur of constant motion, leaping easily from roof to foam roof, perfectly happy to rain brilliant scarlet retribution down upon the rabble.
git gud]
A Bugs Eye View
[Perhaps this was just inevitable, all things considered. Not that she'd be privy to the joke.
The landscape was strange, the terrain sprawling, massive, but taken easily in stride. Clambering over roots the size of buildings, trudging around fruit and vegetables she could feed herself for weeks with. She'd hardly move, nor hold herself like a stranger in a strange land, it could be understandable if someone mistook her for having been here a long, long time.
She'd seen many odd things within the tunnels of Hallownest after all, and while this world was certainly lovely, striking even, it wasn't nearly enough to induce any overwhelming sense of awe.
Things to do, and all, not enough time in the world to stand around and be overtaken with the raw majesty of nature.]
Hornet | Hollow Knight
[She's not really one for games.
This was styled to be fun, of course, but if anyone was going to take something as fun as being given a water gun filled with paint, and the instructions to go turn the town into what looks like a drunken arts and crafts project, and make it into something way too serious... It's... it's going to be her.
She's here to win.
Everything is going to be red, and anyone who has some other, more inferior color preferences in regards to how this town should look is going to be subject to a double barreled, high pressured crimson rebuttal, probably in the face.
Good luck hitting her, the bug practically a blur of constant motion, leaping easily from roof to foam roof, perfectly happy to rain brilliant scarlet retribution down upon the rabble.
git gud]
A Bugs Eye View
[Perhaps this was just inevitable, all things considered. Not that she'd be privy to the joke.
The landscape was strange, the terrain sprawling, massive, but taken easily in stride. Clambering over roots the size of buildings, trudging around fruit and vegetables she could feed herself for weeks with. She'd hardly move, nor hold herself like a stranger in a strange land, it could be understandable if someone mistook her for having been here a long, long time.
She'd seen many odd things within the tunnels of Hallownest after all, and while this world was certainly lovely, striking even, it wasn't nearly enough to induce any overwhelming sense of awe.
Things to do, and all, not enough time in the world to stand around and be overtaken with the raw majesty of nature.]