Monday, October 19, 2015

Blizlorplorp

Blizlorplorp is the only person in Rochut to have a word based off their name.

Plorp
Verb
To irredeemably mess something up at the expense of others.
"So you're saying you vomited in Steve's stew before he served it to the Queen?"
"Yeah, I really plorped up."

Children in the city have also taken to calling people "Literally Blizlorplorp" as an insult, though most adults find it to be reprehensible and insensitive to compare others to one as vile as him.

Blizlorplorp started as John, an orphan in the city of Rochut. He was taken in by Blugund the Peeved of the now defunct Fougundian College, and quickly learned magic at the foot his master. Where Blugund was a master of waste disposal, (having "created" the sewers of Rochut) John was fascinated by the fungus and slime which took hold of biological matter and broke it all down. John was christened Blizlorplorp the Unctuous and granted membership into the Fougundian College at the age of 23 after presenting a mold he created which could grow on anything blue.

The aspiring wizard then failed to do anything for a number of years.

After his mold destroyed Blugund's favorite sapphire ring the two Fougundian Magi got into an altercation culminating in Blizlorplorp calling his former master a "sad sack of shit" and Blugund kicking his former apprentice to the street. It was after this incident that incident that Blizlorplorp moved into the infamous building on the corner of 3rd street.

The wizards in the Fougundian College needed very little pressure from Blugund to demand some progress Blizlorplorp who had provided nearly nothing since his induction into their order. It was such that Blizlorplorp received an ultimatum: provide a magical project in the next month or be kicked out of the college.

One month is not nearly enough time to put the finishing touches on a grand magical accomplishment, much less create one whole cloth, but the young wizard was determined to keep his status as a Fougundian. Such was the situation when Blizlorplorp decided to try to create the transformative slime: a creature which could theoretically transform animals into other animals.

The amount of work that Blizlorplorp managed to get done during his month was truly unheard of. His work was so astounding that it actually brought on an investigation by THE TIME POLICE, but alas, it was not enough. He was brought before the council and begged them to give him just a little more time to show them what he had made, but his request was denied. Blizlorplorp was stripped of his membership and the college guards were to seize everything in his residence the next morning.

In a foolish attempt to save his place in the school, Blizlorplorp ran home and attempted to bring his experiment to life. Of course it failed miserably. Where Blizlorplorp intended to make an organism which would maybe turn a rat into kitten or a lizard, instead he made an ooze which transformed all creatures it touched into copies of itself. In addition, Blizlorplorp exploded this creature all over himself and the street outside. It wasn't long before hundreds of people had started to transform to match the slime.

The chaos that issued lasted for a whole day, with the guard running around killing any person who started to take on ooze-y traits. The chaos finally ended the second morning after the accident when a mob of angry residents swept through the city to Blizlorplorp's house on 3rd street, killing any mud-men (as the ooze-people hybrids began to be known) they came across. Once at the house, they attempted to burn it down, though the building mostly just smoldered thanks to all the fungi that took up residence after Blizlorplorp moved in.

The council and populous blamed the Fougundian College though they insisted that Blizlorplorp was no longer a member and they were free of fault. Within the week the college was forced to leave the city. Most of the houses near 3rd street remain abandoned to this day, though the neighborhood has become a favorite for greasy drunks.

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