Part 8: Jungle Room - Part 1

 Part 8: Jungle Room - Part 1

There are specific doors between the rooms of the Trioxis space station and all rooms can only be entered and exited in certain ways. Within each of these doors deeper into the Trioxis Space Station are the many Treasures that Trioxis wanted to keep, there are many - every - 6 ecosystem environmentoriums, location, needed to store these many - few wonders Trioxis may have deemed important/kool enough to keep preserved. They may have also been designed in a way for them to assist and test the Tiantan or Dragonult. Rom floating by all da traps a tight sprung. Flippant floater he. Some of these many items of importance are living entities, some are ancient scripts, some are definitions of art, some are mechanical contraptions of eternally interesting intricacy, usefulness, practicality, and fun gizmos, some are staffs or angular symmetrical sculptures of low complexic insides through bestowed with spell filled etchings and other magical anomalies of interaction. Some are Pyramids.

Dragonult enters the Jungle room, after he blew his load all over the backside of the door he just walked through to get in here, instead of just literally opening it. Which he could have done.

He can here the cherps and calls of bug like colonies working in unison shaping the earth together into shelter. He heard the many different diverse exotic bird calls. And other unidentifiable hoots and honks of strain. He saw deep greens between the barken browns, every other color sprouting up every so often on personal petals of unsymetical sharp flowers. A list of sweet forest smells dampens the air as he trail blazes. Through the dense trunks winding all around each other, hearing scampers off, prifially viewing darted eyes. 

The first of Trioxis’s treasures he comes across is a Robot Monkey swinging on the many ends of a large green massive tangle nestlike knot of vines suspended from the circle of trees around.

All this was above a big pool of water below the knot of wires bot plugs and plays with himself. 

Swimming in this pool is a Hippoposomous. (Hippopotamus). Who is teaching a school of fish. 

Of course the teaching method of this hippo is to comically twerk her obnoxiously large bubblingly rounded ass in calculated patterns and swirls, until the fish learn their lesson, write a paragraph, write a paragraph, write a paragraph, vulnerably sit and waste time staring at ass, write a paragraph, swim up, swim down, edit everything they wrote, and revise their sense of sight until so precise they could see anything at all. Fish fucking stick to the script and fish off the/their peer/s of their pooled pools of/in their minds. 

These fish are unique. They are made of pure crystal clear glass, they are a fish bowl like shape, they have a blue liquid inside although this blue liquid is not like water, and when combined with water this blue liquid will steam away and disappear, so if they ever get any water in their dish bowls, an amount of their blue liquid equivalent to how much water got in the bowl would turn to steam. This blue liquid is the life force of these fish, they are made of a fish bowl with the big hole on top. Although there is an air tight lid that can be put onto these to cover these holes to allow them to swim in the deep depths with underground windows to the big bug colonies and their intricate complex homes they have built clear windowed the edge the pool depths. Funny fascinating designs and such. Hotel rooms and guest tours. Pretty Bluesen.

So when it is time for a lesson the hippo call all the fish to the surface of the pond. She does this with the help of the Robot Monkey although there is always beef between them. Gaming addict.

You see the Hippo loves these fish, and has so much to teach them, the hippo is very physically youthful (though very very decrepit, and witheringly old) and very wise. She is absolutely positively bouta bursting with stories and knowledge of the highest quality and she wants nothing more than to share as much of this with her fish friends/kinkesses as possible. She wants to help them learn. There is only a certain amount of fish in the pool and there numbers have gone down over the years, although when a fish of this nature intakes enough information, and writes enough essays, and reads enough of other peoples words and ideas, and they write about other peoples ideas on the pages of waterproof fin peciled scrolls enough, their blue liquid will turn red, they can or are only able to swim twice the speed they normally do for one full day, and once this happens their liquid will turn green and their glass like shell lid and all will burst and 2 new lidded blue fish emerge. This is how the fish multiply by learning and then surviving the very hard challenge of swimming around and not hitting anything when they have to swim real fast. It takes theoretically eons for a single fish to stare at enough of the delectable juicy jiggles of the tail twap of the hippo glooties to turn their liquid red, and there has been an embarrassing amount of these fish who simply run into a sharp rocky concrete wall deep and dirty under the pool when they are red and going super speed and crack blast open and die before they multiply. The Hippo and Monkey Beef with each other, as the Robot Monkey is required for the Hippo to be able to do her task. The hippo doesn’t have the ability to call all the fish to the top of the pond without the help of the Monkey, as the edges of the pool are arguably too steep for Hippo to clime out of so hippo is happily contained to only living in the pool.

The only way that the fish are called to the top is if the Robot Monkey climbs to the top of his clump of vines flicks his distinct red switch and begins to howl across the Jungle, this is a jungle wide phenomenon and there are distant trees seen shifting and switching around on their trunks and roots when the screech ring just right. Other effects happen too!

When this happened the vine clump vibrates and many thin stranded vines begin to descend from the Monkey mass and down into the pool it is suspended above, below. They touch the surface of the pond and plunge on further down, until at least one of them catches the attention of every single one of the fish swimmin marrily corked in the colorful depths of the little lake, when the scream of the primate subsides the vines begin to reside back into the mother mass taught high, as the vines return home the fish all follow and eventually follow these vines all the way to the surface of the pool. 

When the fish get there the hippo then confiscates all of the lids of all of the fish, leaving them all fully bare exposed, so the fish can’t go and swim around underneath no more or they will die just as soon as they look down and all their blue spill out their open heads. The hippo does this to ensure that all the fish have no choice but to listen and learn, as if they don’t they will literally die, they only get these lids back at the end of the lesson to further funny swim way time in circles. Occasionally because they are all exposed things will fall into them during this time, like dirt or dust, or, (forbid it,) a rock or leaf, which inspires the same stimulation as something falling on an exposed brain, although the hippo sees this as an appropriate sacrifice that the fish will just have to make to learn. The fish cannot react much at all to this pain of extreme proportions as if they writhe either way only a little more than a little is enough to spill some of themselves right on out. Of course while the Hippo is smacking her hot and heavy clappin cheeks all the fishes mouths are always below water, and the amount they have to tip back to speak audibly is enough to spill a full fish, fish with less blue liquid left may have the ability to speak and not spill although, the less blue liquid a fish has the less that fish has to say. 

The Robot Monkey is a Treasure of Trioxis because he is a Robot that Built himself, so he always has the goal of being a complete conscious but is never quite there.

The Hippopotoumous is a Treasure of Trioxis as she is the Mother of the Jungle

This is in tandem to the Father of the Jungle which is the Elephant. 

They together are the two parts of the Jungle.

The Jungle being the Trees, fauna, vines, greenery, plants all over here. These two planted the first seed into the back of the ancient mother (fucking) bug. The one who still governs the mental paths, business, holidays, and thoughts of the zillions of creepy crawly little things all over the jungle. The Hippo and the Elephant split and once ago fell into a deep love, they explore everything of one another over one eternity, once this eternity of love was over, an eternity of appreciation, they then decided to begin an eternity of creation, so they combined with each other and then created another.

This another they created was a single seed. As they wondered infinity prior and outside of everything removed from the Vistrian cycle for a while, another another was found, a third. 

But they didn’t want a third.

It was a bug, a buzzing thing, an annoying thig, it dug around inside of them and they didn’t like it one bit, so they stomped that bug dead right on the head.

And the back of this bug then split open revealing a healthy patch of soil right where the bugs inside should have prosided. The mother and father of the jungle planted their seed of creation in the nutrient rich back of the bug spoil.

Their seed sprouted into the green forest around them and the bug became the soil and land the jungle lives upon. 

Around then may have been when Trioxis found this floating jungle in the outside of nothing thought it was kool and yoinked it for his own, he thought it was lit enough so he put it in the space station. 

The other entities in this room of the space station are various creatorious creations of the mother and father of the jungle made together. They split up after some time, over complications of their creation, although they still see each other every once and a while, when all the fishies below her for sure gone to sleep, and he come a stompin down tusks heavy swung, and she a plump and delicious as ever beachy under moon, goosebumps and peach fuzz off the cold exposed hide. They hump it out and create a new myriad of beauty amalgamations of biological intent. Although usually his fooltrunken attempts are laughed at and sassily declined. And he always listens in with his big shugar seasoned sinimon peepers. 

When Trioxis acquired the Jungle and wanted to add it to the station like he had to do with all the rooms/things, he created restrictions on the beings, Locations, Phenomenons, Items and others within to keep them contained so they could not attempt to escape, as this would set something loose within Trioxis. And because much of what is stored inside of the Trioxis space station are entities and objects from outside the Vistrian cycle, if unrestricted could rival Trioxis or even VOLO/VOLA or even the Vistrian Cycle itself. So Trioxis created restrictions containing the jungle inside the station, and this/all room/s/entities/treasure/s of the station. The Fish are theorized to be a system created by Trioxis to contain the Mother of the Jungle and the Parrot is theorized to be a system created by Trioxis to contain the Father of the Jungle. These theories are partially correct, When Trioxis was being created he was alive, he was partially creating himself, although the part, or a part of him that is awake, along with all the other universes being created, near infinite, during this time, Trioxis was able to look outside of the Vistrian Cycle. These Treasures inside the Trioxis space station are his favorite things he found out there, of the best ideas that these inspired. 

For the Fish Trioxis spied with his little tri, a True Blue fish swimming through the outer everything. The Big Blue fish was being kept alive by how blue he was, and his need to be the best blue, and one day to be better than blue, to be more than blue, Perfect Blue. Trioxis eyelash tenticled a bucket over and scooped up a big pale out of this massive blue fish scootin glassless, liquid exposed, and staying together. Trioxis took this absolute blue back and made the fish out of it. 

He restricted the Hippo by making her feel and be eternally responsible for these incredibly delicate Clear blue fish. The desire of every single one of these fish is to reunite again into a big blue fish again although this will never happen, (at least not in trioxis), it is unknown if the fish trioxis originally scooped out of reformed after this incident or just died as a result of Trioxis’s 

Sel Fish Ness. 

The Hippo never leaves the pool as this may leave these fish ungaurded, the hippo will never use her full strength as this may damage/danger the fish, although trioxis did not seem to consider what may happen if the amount of fish remaining drops below one. As trioxis at the beginning gave her plenty of fish and figured they would last longer than Trioxis himself, although they seem to be breaking at a rate higher than expected, kinda dum day, and trioxis cannot be aware of any thing in the station so this will be a problem of someone other than Trioxis. 

If she runs out of fish she may need to be restricted again and we can only hope the Tiantan are strong enough to do this. For now the fish learn everything and write it all down in bookletensignments and essayicalblogerterpaypeeterts.

There are also many brightly colored birds that exist flap and fly all around the jungle, all squakin tip o their lungs at everything. 

The bugs in the dirt, are all of one species, although this one species are/can be forms of this species that fill every entomological neiche. They have a complex society of differing and trading amounts of intelligences, they build mounds, hills, holes, windows, tunnel systems with factories and civilizations of everything all under ground, castles buried and dirt, and sand. They build nests and dams, food ques, lilly lines. and have parties, run in circles, dieing from the fall backwards down into their own grave, Systems of royalty strict, hot, and all powerful. Elder bugs. Marching parades of purpose. Running the hotel, spanning across to multiple areas of station. They are all children of the stepdon headed beetle of past. (Or family.) Even the most complex of these societies of bugs, with the maximum intelligence they have access to would not be able to escape the confinement of the jungle room. Outside the ant hill. Pesticideals and such installed.

There are rules of the Jungle. Its ruler is though with the loudest roar, and the louder the entity the higher up on the food chain that entity is. This is not enforced by evolution nor naturally enforced by the circle of life within the jungle, this is a policy and law rule enforced by the birds. 

Since the instatement of this policy, there has only ever been one ruler of the Jungle, and this is the elephant, the father of the jungle. The Mother of the jungle would be equally if not louder than the father if she wanted to participate although she never gave a roar at her full lung capacity as again this could endanger the fish. Birds don’t/can’t govern the Mother or Fish.

Every entity within the Jungle, all of the relevant Living Treasures of Trioxis here:

The Hippo, the Mother of the Jungle

The Elephant, the Father of the Jungle

The artistic mutant spawn popped out the back the mother o the jungle (not a distinct treasure)

The Bugs -

The Fish

The Birds

The Robot Monkey

The Tiger

The Plant life of the Jungle 

The Dirt under the Jungle -

The Switching Vine system and Double chest.

The Bitten/Broken Pyramids

The Bugs don’t compete to be the king of the Jungle, as you need to be able to roar the loudest, and although many of the bugs are technically louder than some of the noises made by some of the creatures these are not considered roars. So the bugs are always at the bottom of the food chain no matter how loud they are. 

No crimes against bug kind are ever taken into consideration by the birds. 

When the Mother and Father of the jungle fuck there is always consequences. But sometimes the horns grow so sharp atop their heads they biologically can't resist one another in the sexual (reproductive) kind of way and give each other the head shaving they each need to properly concentrate on their jungleful deuties. But there are always consequences.

The following morning a ring of raptors can be seen in the sky in preparation for what the whole jungle had heard was a comin last night, hippo the moaning freak as announcer. To all but the fish of course, she wouldn’t ever do it if they would ever have even the slightest of potential to find out or hear. Rest the jungle didn’t care, groanin high-n-free.

The early morn, (he dip,) she hop out and spread eagle to the sky, and forth her birth hole a stream of creation. Every single elephantal sperm allyooped into the ovaries inpregnates their own egg within the hippo, she is the Mother of the jungle which means she gon got damn near an infinite abounten amounta eggs to spare up there. So right out her a couple thousand amalgamations come flying out of the hippos vaginal canal and start up their existence. 

Each one of these creatures is special, artistic, and unique in their own way, they generally try their best to follow the rules of symmetry but they are not always successful. They are all born flying at ferocious speeds out of their mother, and go flying in this stream of their family up above the jungle aways and then back down a long pile away. The hippo does not take care of them, she takes care of the fish. Nor does the elephant take care of them, he doesn’t care. Every egg and every nut is different, so every creature that flys out is different although they all follow a distinct set of rules (that all follow). The first is that they are all beautiful, they are all an incredible piece of art on their own, and each in their own way, each could be described perhaps best as their own genre of painting in their distinctness and importance to the ecosystem. Next they all always have 4 limbs, an outy or an inny, a spine/tail, a head; and on this head always 2 eyes, 2 ears, a breathing/sensing hole, and an eating/sensing hole. All of the specifics outside of this were unrestricted, and could be anything within these parameters, and as long as it allowed for their each and unique beauty. They were not designed with and specific evolutionary purpose or niche in mind, and parts that work best for specialized tasks are applied at random, many have only half or less of the aspect designed for the task and cannot even excel at this. 

All of these creatures are the main creatures governed by the birds.

The rules of the jungle were that the loudest rules and the louder you are the more power you deserve. And the society of the Jungle is a society of eating, and most of the governing done by these birds is about what creatures are allowed to eat what other creatures. And enforcing as they pretty pretty policemans squeeler-squeezin please. 

All of the birds eat up all of the berries and fruits, and plants of nutritional value, in all of the jungle, so the only way for these creatures to survive is to eat one another. And before you can eat someone you have to prove that you are a louder creature. You can do this by going up to a bird or making sure a bird is observing and making a noise louder than any noise another creature has ever made. If a creature has made a louder noise than another creature has ever made and the birds know this the louder creature is allowed to eat the less loud. Whether the less creature knows of this or not. When the louder creature approach the lesser weather in sneak or in high attention grabbing flare, an aunterauge of bird sneak behind him incase the less loud creature try and resist against the louder creature. For in the jungle the less loud is for the louder to do with as they please, eat, suck, prey, kill, plunder, ravage, devour, dine, shonethata gun gon upn make um, as protected under the Sworn Elephantal Rights of the Government of the Jungle, dun upn’ go Gobblaydeentalayheehoo as and however they choose. And if the lesser squeeker try and fight back or resist the urges of the hungerd loudmoutherd towerin over, the birds will not hesitate to fire and enforce the law to the full extent of their physical ability, no need to attorney, no need for trial, they are the law, they restrict the jungle, they are big birds, hiding behind beaks of intolerance, insecurity, power fantasies, delusions of modern equality, and shame. Any Brats shot dead by billions of birds with funny little blinking blue and red hats, at the first sights of any resistance against the louder beast from the quiet, other than cries in attempts to outback the towerer, as this their last chance at life, lest the luck run amuck and amongst the millions. Although if you pounce upon a creature you are louder than and their death cry of terror is louder than any you have made, the birds are there to swoop in and stop the interaction. The birds peck and can fly above, they have guns, so they have the ability to govern bigger creatures. Their silly little piece of metal that a beast can’t combat makes them feel big, and makes them just as big as the real power. They would rather kill than allow anyone to break the rules, better for them to die than be allowed to break the rules. 

Who cares if you kill a rulebreaker? They are ethics. The Birds copy, stamp, and are the law.

Enforcers of what they define as good correct true and right, quoting squiggles of outdated idea.

All these creature roam the jungle looking for creatures less loud than them, whenever they find someone they have to then go find a bird and ask if this person is someone they can eat, and if so eat, if not run. Trying to make big noises, attracting attention to themselves with every attempt, all predators hearing and able to judge on their hearing if they can kill. So when a new batch splatts down from this mornings spray there is always a bunch of birds all in a spectacular spectators circle ready to govern, they have to do alot of law enforcing as these are new born babies that have never learned these laws before, and only knew and operated based on the natural internal biological desires within them, and did not instinctively know of these laws, they saw their brothers and sisters and saw the scrumpies meal plan. They dun try n gobbledee but the birds gotta hear a big peep outa ya before you can feast upon your siblins brain. Only those born with hole capable of omission were able to make it out of this first birth pile. And working bodies, and functioning sensors. Imalginations of art and biology patten Patterned hides combining with paintings of greats. Camouflage for ancient forgotten biomes in stripes between the thick woolen fur. 

They all try eating each other at the beginnings, but only those who can make noise and happen to follow the birds strict rule of law are able to make it out and accidentally escape into the jungle, only hundreds of the starting thousands pile of bodies make it out the cornicopia. 

Now who are the birds?

The birds are all part of the same thing, it is a loose hive mind, there is a central body, and lesser drones spread out across the jungle, every bird is part of the collective.

The entity is the Parrot. 

The Parrot serves the King of the jungle, this is part of the restriction put onto the Parrot by Trioxis.

When Trioxis was looking out as he was being created, he looked again and studied the clutter of amazing all.

Then something caught his eye, it was something that felt familiar, this stood out so distinctly because what trioxis was looking at should not at any point hold any familiarity to trioxis, as it should all be abstract as it is all outside the Vistrian cycle. Although one thing looked familiar. Then he gave it a closer look, he squinted for some hints in the mirror and saw himself staring back at him. He realized the reason whatever he was looking at was so similar was because he was looking at himself, although of course this was not actually him, this was Parrot, it was an entity that was completely mimicking the form of trioxis in complete exactity. Trioxis used VOLO/VOLA means of aquirein this entity, as if trioxis himself had reached out to collect this entity, because it was copying Trioxis, it would then reach back and he did not want to allow the potential if he collected the entity it would collect him back. So he acquired it using the external routes. The Parrot was a single entity that could be anything it saw. Trioxis restricted this entity and put it within the Jungle room of that station, by making it instead of a single entity it is an incomplete hivemind, that is only able to perfectly copy certain things. He also installed these birds as this hive mind within the jungle room to install the law of the jungle and the king hierarchy system which was (potentially only partially) set up by trioxis specifically in this room. 

Twisted spined vines slither solid trunks thick hop between eachothers inner ring circle roots.

The main Parrot entity of the hivemind exists on the backle of the elephant. The Elephant is fully decked out in the hippest and latest, and most expensive drip available in all the jungle. Fully royal arrangements on every joint for maximizing camouflage as well as physical appeal. So those who knew he was there saw him dress as bright, bold, and dapper as a phantant dun ever did be, unignorable fashion, and if you didn't know he was there you wouldn't even know he was there, unseeable garb. In the center of his back he has one main carriage, a royal carriage for the grandest of passenger, this passenger is the parrot. Who has nested in the Big Tree.

Most of the time this is depicted as a royal carriage smooth atop the back of the elephant. Although this is the parrot,. It is a bird in desguire. (Distinguished Disguise).

This part of the bird whoever is the king of the jungle will ware upon their back and can manipulate in any biological way they desire. Anything the king desires this portion of parrot apon his back to be it will be. 

Fir example this is how the elephant gets in and out of the pool. He turns this part of parrot into essentially a big manipulatable hand and arm that can sling him right on down and then right on up, no restrictions of physical strength. 

Although this is about all that can be fully manipulated any more of parrot, the rest can only imitate generally mainly sounds, although the greater more intelligent more central big African Grays, Hawks and Eagles can imitate and display many sights as well. Cockacyan sings.

Whenever the king sounds out his cry the parrots will always join in and amplify the sound, and all the birds consider their own participation as legally valid contribution to the roar of the elephant, and thus the roar of the king is considered by the government to be the elephant plus every bird joining as well, so to beat this you have to be louder than every bird and the elephant combined. 

There is only one individual in the jungle that attempts to rival the elephants trumpet, and that is the Tiger. The Tiger is one of the remaining unexplained entity treasures within the jungle room. 

At another time period when Trioxis was looking out and big at the crazy zain-a-nation plowing through his field of vision and then out of nowhere something stuck their dirty little orange/black stripe fined finger and poked him right on the eye, trioxis blinked and was taken a bit a back, but then he was the purpetraton. A tigershark tentimes the size Trioxis. And trioxis stood still a bit outa his league, he was still being built, trioxis was a god, still in production, and the god before him was bigger than his biggest. And this sharked bellowed a big fat blubbery laugh-n-point right at trioxis’s reaction. This shart then began to fuck with prod and temper with trioxis all he please and there wasn't a darn rootin fuckin tooting thing he could do, but blinken em angry right on back. This tigerk dun bruised he eye blue from all the poking and annoying he was doing to the visual receptors determined later to be trioxis’s glasseyes.

This shark also bounced about on many the universes being builded around trioxis as part of the Vistrian Cycle. Then all a sudan VOLO/VOLA come around and slice this fucker guy in a trillion/tonion/thousand peices. A trillion tigers and a ton of sharks. A Tiger and Shark was given as a slicing of this annoyer to commemorate the idiot god. The cocky gods punishment was determined by every universe he bothered in the Vistrian Cycle. Trioxis put this part of the tiger in this jungle room and restricted it so that they would always be able to roar tantalizingly close to the volume of the elephant but never surpass. There is no exceptions for this tiger, he can never be the loudest. Never god again. He as a god could do anything and had no restrictions, he was always the best before, big ppt prankert, and he remembered before, he had never been anything but the best before, and thus this was his punishment. Never the best again. Never even better again.

When he entered he was lost,

But eventually he found the hippo, he soft caught the distant clap of her twerken teachings. He then spent excessive time gazing down from the steep edge of the pool and staring mezmorized by the thunderous vibrations of fatty flesh and educational poetry injecting their legendary lessons into him tigered brain. He had him some mommy issues. He dun a god, He aint had no childhood, he aint know no teacher, aint know no creator, he aint know no guide before, he aint known to coach nor helpen nor guiden hand, this is the first thing he has looked up to. He aint knew no mama before. Tiger forgot about general decency and dived white orange black headed long into degeneracy and fell for the forbidden trick of the mamas boy, for a distant hopeless unaccomplishable, greater than the power of gods ten times trioxis dream, “and i oops,” said the disgusting motherbating tigress, And this tiger fell madly in love with this hippo, hearts rainbows and stars would fly from his eyes whenever she would teach a new lesson. One day The tiger worked up the courage to talk to the hippo, and started to try and slide down the bank down to the pool, as he attempted to do this the hippo kicked him right out and away from her fish, sending the tiger flying happier than ever before in his life, for his love had touched him at last. The Tiger then continue to try and find ways to show his love for the hippo and getting into the pool, every time getting kicked further and further harder far away into the jungle, feeling even better every single time to him, he would always spend up to weeks trying to return.

Eventually there was an amalgamation louder than the tiger so far, and it was massive, a real cervix squeezer for mother, possibly the fattest ever fired. And it was hunting the tiger, 

It stopped the tiger from returning to the mother and made him fight…

There are 6 inner rooms of the Trioxis space station. The Jungle Room, The Desert Room, The Tundra room, The Swamp Room, The Universe Room, and The Engine Room. There are other rooms within the Trioxis space station although these are the 6 rooms in which all the main treasures of trioxis are stored. 

To be continued…