>>1602033Enraged at the thought of someone willingly inflicting pain on a whale, you take Miss Leading's hand into your own and run as fast as possible to the source of the cries. You know where you're running using your ears, not your eyes. Your eyes are just bait to Skrelp's fins at this point, your ears are your real baby makers now.
It's weird, you suddenly have a burst of confidence. Could that be your secret to making the revered transition from beta to alpha? Just thinking about whales in pain? You could become the CEO of PETA with that kind of thinking.
You and Miss discover the Wailmer in question, the bulky blobby whale is in deep pain from a horde of Cherubis growing all over his blubber-y skin. Although his HP is in the millions and his defenses a-plenty, who knows how long he can last before those cherries just completely obliterate him?
He doesn't seem to be afflicted by the water loss to the same degree as Slowthulhu, Octobro, and Jawful, he must be immune to it like Dragalge and the seadragon that's raping your head are. That just makes it all the more important that you save him!
"Cher, cherr, cherrrubi!~~"
This is reduce, reuse, and recycling gone too far.
They must be terminated.
No survivors.
>Save the Wailmer!A) It's HEDGE-CUTTING TIME.
B) Roast 'em and toast 'em.
C) IT'S BUFFET TIME.
