A Very Pyoko Adventure
A large shining ball descends from the ceiling and many-colored lights shine around you as you leap up onto the Grue's face and start to dance irhythmically. Hopped up on dangerous amounts of legal and illegal substances, you gyrate wildly, pounding the Grue's cranium with your drug-addled feet as you lose yourself to the psychadelics and devolve into a primal being of unrestricted, graceless motion. Pallid, sweaty, and probably near-to-death, you almost believe you are among friends when suddenly...
The Grue dies, falling to the ground with a thunderous impact. You also fall to the ground, breaking many of your bones as you perfectly fail to land on your feet. You hear your blood pumping through your head and out of your body as the lights dim, being gradually replaced by one, piercing, white ray of agony. The wind sounds like a tsunami. Your body goes cold. You know now that you can never regain that fiery kindle of passion that you had let burn out. Even if you could go on, there would be no point. For all intents and purposes, you are as dead as disco.
The Grue dies, falling to the ground with a thunderous impact. You also fall to the ground, breaking many of your bones as you perfectly fail to land on your feet. You hear your blood pumping through your head and out of your body as the lights dim, being gradually replaced by one, piercing, white ray of agony. The wind sounds like a tsunami. Your body goes cold. You know now that you can never regain that fiery kindle of passion that you had let burn out. Even if you could go on, there would be no point. For all intents and purposes, you are as dead as disco.
