Towerld Level 0014: The Raccoon Rescue Rally

By Doctor Deicide

Towbie the Twisted conducts the Raccoon Rescue Rally. The winner of the event obtains the right to marry Wendy, the postal princess. Hector_1304 wants to establish a polygamous relationship with Wendy and Ephemera. He has to participate in and win the event to reclaim the right to make Wendy his bride.

The entrants are; Hector_1304, the Stairway Shieldian, the Detachables (Belestekoff the Legs and LeMarr the Arms), JoJo (also known as many other aliases), the Wild Cards (the Fay Ministress and Benny_2319), and Prop-Alla-Din. Who is the favorite, heel, underdog, wild card, or dark horse? Who are willing to win the competition more strongly? Is there any collusion among the participants? Why is the Stairway Shieldian acting so strangely?

Towbie the Twisted adds a twist to the event, to showcase his not-so-secret weapon, named Prop-Alla-Din to many other floors in Towerld. Can anyone escape from, or prevail over the mean meat-grinding menace?

When the dust settles, a new star is born.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Sep 3, 2017
• ISBN: 9781387206384

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Towerld Level 0014: The Raccoon Rescue Rally

Towerld Level 0014: The Raccoon Rescue Rally

Written by Doctor Deicide

Cover illustration by Polka D

Cover design by Tanya

Copyright © 2017 Doctor Deicide / The BBB: Breakthrough Bandwagon Books

All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-387-20638-4

Part One

--- 01 ---

I am simply impressed with how quickly the staff set up the stage. It is as if they have known all along that the event would be inevitable.

The Raccoon Rescue Rally is about to take place at the Barrier-free Bowl, and the participants are waiting at the makeshift standby section that is installed on the field beside the circular wall surrounding the field of the arena. The standby section is surrounded with linked mobile steel fences. The entrance is guarded with a mobile double door that is wide enough to let a vehicle go through it. We are in the open space, with no wall or ceiling blocking the views, and can observe the stage setup.

In the middle of the field, I see a dark-brown colossal conic structure that is tall enough to get very close to reaching the high ceiling of the Barrier-free Bowl. The slope is very steep, and it is stepped. It is as if discs of different sizes are piled up on top of one another, with the size decreasing gradually from bottom to top. I have seen a structure like this before (conic steps surrounding Direct-link Stairway #13), except that this one is much taller and pointier. I am imagining a mystic giant using the entire conic structure as a sharp tip of a spearhead. In my imagination, those inhuman beings can become so unrealistically gigantic and indescribably divine. They can easily achieve so many feats that we cannot even think of reaching.

On top of the gigantic cone, a circular platform of about 3 meters in diameter is placed. Anyone in the arena can see what is on top of the tall conic structure, thanks to the mirrors that are laden on the ceiling.

There is a figure standing on the platform. She is a girl, wearing a raccoon costume. Yes, she is none other than Wendy, the prize of the competition. (I dislike the very notion of treating my master as a prize of anything, but I have no choice but to describe her as such for the sake of the event that is about to take place.)

I still cannot believe that my master has to be dressed in a raccoon outfit. That is what happens if she angers the organizer of the event. After all, the master is known as Towbie Rhoentey Malgrokk, the Twisted Tyrant. He is indeed living up to his nickname. He is forcing a girl who seemingly is about to reach the delicate age of adolescence to wear such a silly-looking suit. (I do not know the actual age of my little master.) Still, Wendy looks like a cute, little animal to start with, and such a rather strange outfit does nothing but adding a new dimension to her adorability. Besides, the raccoon makeup that a mysterious assaulter put on her face is bringing forth the visual harmony with the overall appearance.

What makes me feel the concern about is the possibility of the unusual outfit robbing the postal princess of the mobility. If the costume hinders her maneuverability in case of emergency, then that is a problem. She is not a comic relief in a farcical play. The outfit is not thick enough to hide her physical figure, and it is not too much different from the postal uniform that she is accustomed to. That surely allows me to let out a sigh of relief. That raccoon hood does not quite boost her movement, though. The ears and the tail are cute, but they are not known to be functionally sensible.

--- 02 ---

I heard the rough outline of the rule. The door of the makeshift standby section is the starting line. The first participant to touch the prize waiting on the top circular platform of the conic structure wins the race. The catch is that the prize moves around. However, the prize is not allowed to move out of the circular platform that is placed on top of the conic structure.

There is another way of winning the competition. If all but one participant is deemed unable to compete, then that sole survivor becomes the winner automatically. That is a rule that whoever is not very good at climbing the stairway can appreciate.

In this makeshift standby section, no contestant is allowed to touch other competitors physically. Not even a finger-tapping. If any one of us touches another one at this moment, then the aggressor (the contactor) will be disqualified. However, once we step out of the standby section into the arena field, then the lawlessness becomes the rule of the battle. In order to gain and win the prize on top of the conic structure, the contestants can do anything to each other, whatever they want. No holds barred.

The one who came up with the design of this configuration of the Raccoon Rescue Rally is, none other than, Towbie the Twisted. He is not known as the wicked wheeler-dealer for nothing. By no means is he dumb. On the flat surface of the field before reaching the conic tower, the meat grinder named Prop-Alla-Din has the edge (other than on those propeller blades). It depends on how much augmentation has been implemented, though. However, on the stairs covering the slope of the cone, it becomes The Stairway Shieldian Show. (If he can survive up to that point to host the show that he can dominate, that is.)

It is very hard to predict the outcome of this competition. There are many other unknown elements and uncertain factors being involved in the formula. I do not know the exact number of spectators that have gathered in the arena, but I can tell that they are looking forward to the show. (I take a look at the entire arena, and notice that it is the capacity crowd.)

--- 03 ---

I hear drumbeats, reverberating in the entire Barrier-free Bowl. As if in trying to synchronize with the beats, the spectators are beginning to groan. The volume is getting louder. I can tell that the magnitude of their anticipation is increasing, little by little.

Who are beating the drums? From this standby section, I cannot see. Could they be the members of the Barrier-free Band, which Towbie has prepared for the Pluck Princess?

The beat sounds inconsistent and discontinuous. That is not a three-beat rhythm, or two-beat. That cannot be a four-beat rhythm, because the very notion of the four-beat rhythm is thoroughly rejected in Towerld. (According to the Pluck Princess, four rhymes with bore, gore, sore, and whore.) So, is it a seven-beat, or a five-beat? What is it?

5-7-5-7-7-5-7-5-7-7-5-7-5-7-7. Oh, it is just the seemingly endless repeat of 5-7-5-7-7. (Even though I am not too sure, I think it is called tatanka, which means buffalo. It is based on the beat the beast paces the walk with. Actually, this knowledge is based on the unreliable book, and I just cannot trust this information.)

Now that the beat sequence is filling the space,