Chapter 2: Juice Cult & Night Mode
(Day 1 – Late Evening)A cold breeze rolled through the semi-fortified base. The sky turned a dirty orange, fading into a smoky purple. The blood-milk stains still hadn't dried. Everything smelled like stale beef and burnt battery acid.
John sat on a storage crate, sipping purified water like it was aged wine.
[Mod Menu: AUTO MODE – IDLE]
Survivors: 3Base Integrity: 83%Supplies: DecentThreat Level: Mildly AnnoyingIncoming Raid: 2 minutes
He leaned back.
"Alright, time to see what kind of weird cult we're dealing with."
Asha peeked out from the tent. "You said it was a Juice Cult?"
"Yeah," John replied, "Apparently they hate solid food. Pretty hostile to meat-eaters, too."
From the menu, he toggled [Survivor Assist: ENABLED] and [Defensive Perimeter: Auto-Repair ON].
Meanwhile, Robert had just finished wiring a motion detector made from a broken blender, some screws, and duct tape. It sparked and caught fire.
"Let me handle that." John snapped his fingers. The contraption rebuilt itself into a laser-guided turret shaped like a vending machine.
Robert raised a brow. "That's excessive."
"It only shoots vitamin packets."
The ground rumbled.
[ALERT📢]
PvP Zone ActivatedEnemies Detected: 7Cult of the Juice – Initiating Smoothie Conversion Ritual
From the fog came a bizarre sight—seven robed figures in neon-orange cloaks, rolling blenders instead of weapons. Their leader held a staff topped with a giant plastic orange slice.
"By the pulp of purity," he bellowed, "submit your solids and embrace the flow!"
John stood. "Pastor Squeeze, I assume?"
The cult leader nodded. "Who dares preserve protein in my presence?"
John tapped his cleaver against his boot.
"I'm lactose-intolerant, sugar-free, and deeply offended by mangoes."
One of the cultists gasped. "He's beyond corrupted!"
Another pulled out a Holy Hand Blender and revved it like a chainsaw.
John smirked and opened the [Powers🔻] tab.
Udder Slam – Cooldown: 3 minsSummon: Karen – Mother of All NaggingNew Skill: Passive – Solid ResistanceJuice Immunity – Permanent
He cracked his knuckles.
"Let's blend."
It started with John sliding across the dirt like a glitchy skateboarder, cleaving through fruit projectiles mid-air. One cultist threw a banana peel—John activated "Zero Friction Mode" and moonwalked across it unharmed.
The vending machine turret launched vitamin shots like bullets.
"Take cover!" yelled a cultist.
"Nope."[One-Liner Mode💬]: "Time to get juiced."
John ducked under a flying pineapple and slammed a cleaver into the nearest blender weapon, causing it to explode into a mist of acai and shame.
(+100xp)(+Item: Explosive Kiwi Core)(+Cultist Robe: Juice-Resistant)
One of the enemies tried to run—John toggled "Auto Tripwire Placement" and the poor guy faceplanted right into a cactus that wasn't there five seconds ago.
Two others ran to Pastor Squeeze.
"He's immune to all forms of natural refreshment!"
The pastor screamed, raising his orange staff.
"Plan C! Release the Juggerjuice!"
[WARNING⚠️]
Boss Incoming: JuggerjuiceType: EliteHealth: 12,000Buffs: Mango Rage, Banana Armor, Pineapple GrenadesDebuff to John: None (lol)
John squinted as the air thickened. A massive humanoid made of juice boxes stitched together by grapevines stomped forward. It had six arms, each holding a slushie cannon.
Robert ran out from behind the base. "Do you need backup?"
John looked at him like he'd just asked if water was dry.
"I have a Dairy Launcher and a Milk Bomb. I'm good."
Robert nodded. "Right."
John charged forward, tossed a bottle of chocolate milk, and used it as a flashbang.
The Juggerjuice roared, blinded temporarily by flavor.
John unleashed a flurry of kicks, cleaver slashes, and bad puns. Every hit exploded with cartoonish effect—orange slices flying, coconut halves spinning like ninja stars.
[FINAL MOVE ACTIVATED]
Udder Slam
He shot 30 feet into the air, cleaver glowing with all the dairy vengeance of a lactose-rich diet. He came down like thunder.
SPLASH!
Juice everywhere. Silence followed.
Then…
(+800xp)(+Legendary Drop: Juiceless Core)(+Blueprint Unlocked: Anti-Smoothie Cannon)
The cult retreated in chaos, dragging the remains of their smoothie god through the dirt.
John walked back toward the base, wiping off a mix of cranberry and blood from his cheek.
"Clean-up in aisle apocalypse."
Night came fast.
The fog grew thicker, but the defense systems clicked into auto-mode. The survivors had dinner—bread, warm stew, and purified water. Asha drew something in the dirt. Robert stared at the stars. Asheila stitched torn jackets together using string and optimism.
John sat alone at the edge of the wall, spinning his cleaver like a fidget spinner.
He opened the [Mod Menu].
[STATUS🔻]
Level: 6Morale: ChillQuests: Completed (2)Side Mission: "Name the Base"Suggestion: "Camp Don't Die"John's Input: "No."
[INBOX📩]
Message: "Please Stop – GameDev_404"Subject: Unstable BuildNote: "The Juice Cult wasn't meant to lose that fast."
John typed back:
"Nerf them harder next time."
He paused, looked at the stars, and tapped [Lights OFF] from the menu.
The base dimmed into quiet, stars blinking above, the air calm—for now.
Tomorrow would bring new quests, new bugs, new enemies. But tonight?
Just vibes.
The kind of night where you half expect aliens to land and ask for Wi-Fi.
John leaned back against a crate, scrolling casually through his [Mod Menu], sipping warm tea he crafted five minutes ago using [Instant Brew] and a stolen thermos from the Juice Cult's backpack.
The base flickered in low amber light. Motion sensors blinked lazily, scanning the dark for anything stupid enough to crawl out.
Asha snored lightly, curled up beside her mom under a half-patched thermal blanket made of stitched tarp and old leather coats. Robert, always the overthinker, paced slowly across the yard muttering equations that didn't exist.
The world was broken. But at least here, it was weirdly functional.
John popped open the [CRAFT🔻] tab and started messing around.
Combine: Scrap Metal ×2 + Cleaver ×1 + Juice Core ×1Result: "Fruit Slayer Mk I" – A hybrid melee weapon that deals extra damage to fruity enemies.
He named it Blenderbane.
Suddenly, the Inbox pinged again.
[📩 INBOX – New Message]From: Unknown EntitySubject: "Hello, Gamer."Body:"You shouldn't be here. This world wasn't meant for players like you.""Please... stop crafting things that crash the sky."
John stared.
Then crafted a [Crude Satellite Jammer] out of broken spoons, copper wire, and a snapped antenna from an old car radio. He named it: "Plot Armor Enhancer."
Signal Jammed: Incoming Warnings (Muted)
He smirked."Try harder."
Across the yard, a strange creature emerged from the fog—round, floating, slightly glowing. Looked like a depressed lantern with anxiety issues.
[NEW CREATURE SCANNED]
Name: WibbyType: PassiveSpecies: Fog BlobMood: Nervous but CuriousAbility: Emits random trivia when scared
John walked toward it slowly, not to scare it off.
The Wibby looked up and whispered:"Did you know octopuses have three hearts?"
John nodded. "Respect."
He reached out his hand.
The Wibby trembled, then dropped a random item from its body.
(+Item: Mysterious Coupon – 'One Free Favor')
"Nice."
Wibby floated away, whimpering "Sharks don't get cancer!" as it faded back into the mist.
John returned to his crate, clicked [Save State], and glanced at the stars again. The moon had a loading bar now. Definitely bugged.
He looked at the survivors, the glow of hope slowly building in their XP bars.
He smiled.
"Weird world... but I could get used to it."
And somewhere, deep in the modded code of this parody-apocalypse, the Game itself whispered…
"…he wasn't supposed to win."