#k!pyro

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wastewalker? i hardly know er

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Maybe I’m loosing it (I am) but KSMP!Pyro as a continuation of VSMP!Pyro (yes I know KSMP is 3 years old. I know.)

V!Pyro dies, yeah, gets sent to the nether. Reborn, basically, he grows up in the nether communes all over again, still becomes a bounty hunter((iirc that’s what he is and why he went searching for Rae when she escaped the nether?)) and whatnot, etc, just while also having all the memories of what happened in VSMP.

This entire idea was because of his one line during Rae’s confrontation, let me just transcribe it real quick.

Clown: She killed them over WORDS.

Pyro: Words over how many years? How many years did they torment her? How many years did they outcast her from the commune?

Clown: You think that makes murder okay?

Pyro: ..I’ve seen people killed for less.

LIKE WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT

“I’ve seen people killed for less” YEAH? YEAH LIKE THE WAY YOU WERE SHUNNED FROM THE CAPITAL AFTER CZESLAW’S DEATH? THE WAY SHELBY KILLED YOU AFTER SEEING YOU ONLY AS A MONSTER AND NO LONGER HER BROTHER????

Maybe I’m loosing it but YOU SEE THE VISION.

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Although I haven't particularly enjoyed watching KSMP season 1, the one thing that did shake me was looking back at the thumbnail art and official character art after the episode "Pyro's awakening" on the KSMP lore channel and having the horrifying realisation that the wither skulls have always been watching K!Pyro.

I don't know if this was something that was super discussed or obvious as the series was coming out, but watching it now years later without it's fanbase and the full context of livestreams made that moment of it all clicking so sick. It was extremely unsettling to have that lore reveal sat right in plain sight this whole time - almost mirroring K!Pyro's own experience not noticing the Withers presence leeching into them until it revealed itself as well.

[pebbldd]

KSMP artdump three years late to the party

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⬩ Pyro’s Awakening [KaboodleSMP Pyroscythe Transcript] ⬩

⬩➤ [00:40 - 04:00]

Pyro: Why is my soul still in my body - Locked in this realm? I suffered an honourable defeat, I lived a proud life. I should be drifting through the wastes by now with the souls of the Wastewalkers before me. I want to pass on. Wither Voice 2: [Laughter] Did you really think that we would let you rest this easily? Pyro: Who is it that speaks? Wither Voice 2: Oh come on, your performance in that fight was but a fraction of your true potential! Pyro: Speak plainly! What business do you have with me? How have you found my soul here in this realm, buried so deep down below? Wither Voice 3: You are simply… magnificent in combat, Wastewalker, but your perception and cunning cannot sense us after all these years. Pyro: Who is speaking to me!? I do not know your names, what do you want with me? Wither Voice 1: Your life of combat has aged you beyond your years but oh! How you naïve you still are deep and buried under that strong exterior. Wither Voice 3: Your soul is immaculate. It is unscarred, unmarred, fresh for growth. You have great… potential, Wastewalker. Wither Voice 2: Great potential will send more souls to the wastes! [Laughs] Oh how we love the way you dash and slice your foes [unintelligible] Pyro: Please leave my soul be! I have tried my best in life, let me move on. The Wither: [The three voices speak as one] Listen as we speak, we are the wither for the wastes. Which you’ve seen the strength of and mounted as trophies to your blades to display as a show of strength. [They laugh] Rise Wastewalker, our champion. With renewed vitality may you find a higher calling in your existence than honour. With the gift of a second chance at life seek out more fuel for our furnace of souls… seek out revenge. [Pyro rises with a roar, panting at the exertion. He picks up his glaives] Pyro: Where is he?

⬩➤ [04:51 - 07:44]

Pyro: How could I have not known the whole time that they were with me? I should have listened to the Enderians back at the camp – how could the others feel the magic of the souls but not myself? I hardly leave this armour; I should have felt the weight of what I was carrying… Pyro: So Dark down here… Pyro: I remember as a boy the tales of the wither were told - horrific beasts, fusions of three legendary old souls which fueled themselves by stealing the souls of others. I thought I had killed it… I thought the consciousness had left them. I suppose I wasn’t so right. Pyro: Perhaps they listen to me now, I suppose they’d always listened. [sighs] I suppose I was always just a vessel for them. A furnace for them to store their souls while they needed to burn it. Pyro: It doesn’t matter now. What matters is that I’m back in the realm of the living. I have another chance at life and I could care less what magics brought me here. So long as I still have my blades and my body I still have my drive. Pyro: [laughs] After all, [sighs] how am I to live by my creed as time passes… In this life I’ve come across so many who have no code, no morals, nothing! Whelps like clown… devoid of honour. Why should I chain myself down while others ride above. Pyro: [coughs] Shit! My wounds, I still feel like shit. Fuck. I need to find some way to heal. […] Pyro: And my shattered armour, I can feel it piercing into my skin. […]