Unstagnation Short Stories

Summary: An egg catches the Birds in a dastardly scheme. They must take their revenge by public humiliation. There will be no escape.

Summary: Mango reveals a hidden secret of Soup's past. The Birds listen in and offer their own opinions. Runo wants more.

Summary: Bean Bird and Noodle Bird enjoy a chat together on a quiet night slaving away before they leave in the summer. Bean wishes she had a stronger drink.

Summary: The Birds enter a debate at school over the supremacy of waffles over pancakes. Obviously, one of them is the better food, but it's up to them to prove it.

"…And never come back again, boy!"

You fall to the ground with an oof! as the bartender tosses you out of the tavern. Scowling, you yell behind his retreating back, "You're wrong! All of the goddess cities are wrong! The only way for people like us to prosper is to take control of our own lives!"

Ring…ring…ring…

Yellow! Are you there?

Sorry, it's not about League today, haha. I was just talking to Blue the other day.

Summary: The Birds are confronted with a dilemma that they must resolve. Curiosity of human flesh knows no bounds.

Summary: The Birds discover Asia and its many variants of leaf juice. Waffle Bird is innocent.

Summary: Sudden news rocks the Birds' world as they reminisce on their past and their future.

Ring…ring…ring…

Hello?

Oh, Blue! I almost didn't recognise your voice; it's been forever since we chatted! How've you been doing?

Yeah, I know you have work and all, but…it's been, what, a year since we last played League together and it'd be great to get together again — remember that time when you were killed by a minion at bottom —

Maquiate Todofuken Administration Centre
1 Todofuken Road
Maquiate, Asvyn

Hina Asvyn
Empress
1 Kansei Road
Emina, Asvyn

"You have failed our people for the last time, Rooster." Yammy's declaration was intensified by the kneeling man with his hands tied before him. Briefly, a hole parted in the grey cloud cover, allowing a single sunbeam to illuminate Yammy's face as he looked out at the crowd assembled in front of him. "Out with the old and in with the new, as they say," he chuckled.

Pew pew!

Splotches of colour cover the previously white wall until a coherent picture forms.

"Success!" Minestro steps back from his magic paint gun to admire his freshly painted Nyan Cat. Illuminated by harsh fluorescent lighting, to either side of the pixel art cat and stretching for many metres are recreations of other memes. To the right of the paint gun lies a stack of papers whose contents have already been scanned and blasted on the walls.

"Please hurry, goddess."

What was this human thinking, pushing her around to "hurry"? She was one of the seven goddesses of the world! Even if she couldn't smite him on the spot, there were at least five ways she could think of off the top of her head to torture him until he begged her for mercy.

He took a deep breath.

And then another one.

Samuel continued to empty and fill his lungs until his hands stopped shaking.

Today was the last day.

The day that their city would be saved, or set for ruin. The council had chosen him to be the one to deliver the message.

Renge Academy
No address
Biyori, Asvyn

Hina Asvyn
Empress
1 Kansei Road
Emina, Asvyn

The Sinamaria Rose
12 Dedication Road
Emina, Asvyn

Hina Asvyn
Empress
1 Kansei Road
Emina, Asvyn

Long ago, the gods wiped themselves out in a magical war of epic proportions, leaving the world in ruins. The remnants of the forces escaped to the stars and skies above, but the carnage had lasting effects on Earth. The age of the gods was over.

"On the red side we have your ten-year undefeated champion, Ping Pong! And her challenger, Markus Tennis! Will this be the year that the Crowne Cup finally switches hands?"

The stadium roars as Ping Pong strides over the carpet onto the battlefield. Her stance is ready, eyes drilled into her opponent who merely stares blankly at her. "Let's have a good fight."

Saiyu Sphere
1 Indigo Boulevard
Saiyu, Weilam

Mrs. Rio Nohigi
Prime Minister
1 Apelio Avenue
Ciers

I poked at the green slush dripping down the table with a metal rod. "What…is this? It looks pretty tasty."

Dr. Brown grinned maniacally. "Why, it's my patented magic alien slush, of course! What else could it be?"

"…preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of Weilam."

"…preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of Weilam," I repeated.

"Congratulations, Mr. President," said the Chief Justice. I nodded, raising my hand above my head to take the taller man's hand. As we were released from the handshake, I took my other hand and waved at the crowd, who burst into cheers.

The sun shone brightly through an open window and its rays bounced happily around Peanut's house before slamming into his eyes.

"Argh!" Peanut shut his eyes, holding back a few tears. "Stupid sun… Let me play my games!"

"Arro, since you're going to be the saviour of our world, you just have to know one thing. Under no circumstance will you reveal your abilities. Even though you held a press conference yesterday, there's still a chance we can keep you hidden a little longer. Is that clear?"

Arro nodded his head quickly. "Yes, sir. I'll make sure I only control one element in front of people."

"Good child," his master said, patting his head. "You understand what must be done."

Trumpets blare around the royal procession as Princess Dazel bows down in front of her father.

"My daughter, what news have you brought for us today?" King Rambel Bheosetrawpe Mydrule leers imposingly in his startling green robes, staring down at the princess.

A huge uproar erupts from the crowds of Saiyu as the results of the 2020 Weilamese election are revealed to the world.

"…and your new President of Weilam until 2024 is…Roy Tamino!"

Welcome to Herdit's Social Education Course! As the successful completion of this course is compulsory for acquiring citizenship in Herdit, we hope you learn from your experience in this program.

Laveli Guild Headquarters
Laveli Town, Eos

Emp. Hina Asvyn
Empress Regnant
Asvish Empire
1 Kansei Road
Emina, Asvyn

Splash!

A flying projectile hits the back of Cloche's head. It explodes, soaking her whole body as she lurches forward from the impact, which is not quite strong enough to cause any lasting pain. She pauses for a moment, then slowly turns around to face the perpetrator.

It is — unethical and deeply immoral to block our people from knowledge. Is Leeco not a free tribe? Do we not accept those in pursuit of information? We cannot block our citizens from learning more about the universe to further the human race. Our tribe was founded on the principle of helping each other learn and grow by education. We cannot learn if we never challenge our beliefs, no matter how deep their roots lie — you might remember how ingrained racism was in Leeco so many decades back — and we cannot grow as a society if we resist change! If we do not rapidly adapt to the world, the world will rapidly adapt around us. And that is unacceptable.

"Good morning, citizens of Ptuyo!"

My phone's screen flickers once as the video I'm watching is replaced by the face of a young man with glasses, luxurious golden locks, and an exquisite moustache: Riley, Director of Public Affairs in our tribe. "I do hope you're all having a great day so far," he says excitedly, "but I'm afraid I must interrupt you for an important message from our Supreme Leader, Sebastian."

Imperial Palace
1 Kansei Road
Emina, Asvyn

Mr. Brendan May
Chairman
Enigma Alliance
3 Indigo Boulevard
Saiyu, Weilam

Light from the morning sun gently shone across my face as my curtains automatically opened to the start of the day. A steady beeping infiltrated my ears, rousing me from my sleep.

“Good morning, Alston. It is seven in the morning.”

I rubbed my eyes and sat up, stretching to get the sleep out of my muscles. “Good morning to you too, Bixby. What do I have on my schedule today?”

Test 19/20 failed: Memory access violation.

I let out a loud exhale as my fingers twitched in front of the keyboard. Someone else walked by.

“Vous êtes maintenant à la station d’Escribe. C’est la dernière station de la ligne de train Ciers–Xunil.

“Les portes vont ouvrir: à gauche.

“Veuillez vous tenir à l’écart des portes.”

I confidently strode up to my teacher, a fistful of papers in my left hand. Mrs. Lowshi smiled as I approached. “Good morning, Bobby. Are you here to hand in yesterday’s homework?”

“You are now at: Escribe Station. This is the last stop on the Ciers–Xunil Line.

“The doors will be opening on the: left side.

“Please stand clear of the doors.”

The dark green sun shone on forests of the clearest blue as the rivers of the brightest yellow trickled down the hilly landscape. Unicorn after unicorn pranced alongside the riverbank, frolicking around. I hid in one of the bushes, not daring to take a breath as their playful behaviour brought them closer and closer to my hand.

Just a little more…