SPECIAL HERO REBELLION Update 12 | November 2025

[🐰 Plot Bunny General R. Fluffington stands before a flickering holoscreen, ears pinned in irritation as static crawls across the display.] 

 

🧮 Timeline Diagnostics: Progress Report 

The Hero Nexus Edition lives!
 

Unlocks at: $1100
Reward: Everyone get Fathom, a brand new Hero short story, the first of four shorties that fill in the events after The Hero Rebellion and leading up to The Hero War.
 

One of our operatives recovered a corrupted file from the Archives. Plot Bunny analysts are attempting to restore the fragment but they need your help.

The gremlin's influence is spreading beyond the timelines to affect all multiversal beings – including, regrettably our own analysts. They can no longer tell what’s authentic and what’s been rewritten by the corruption.

Your task is simple but vital: examine the recovered fragment below and determine which of the two names within the text is correct – Fink or Moth.

Submit your conclusion via the poll (or the appropriate ONC reporting channel).

Until my next transmission, keep your carrots close Hub Hopper.

General R. Fluffington
Plot Bunny Resistance Command

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Archive File 1: Recovered Scene
Status: Corrupted. Diagnostic pending.
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It was windy on the foredeck, and cold, but the air smelled like freedom and [F<i>nk<i>//[Moth??]] was warm against Hero's back.

The ruc-pard purred, a rumble that vibrated from his giant chest into hers, and all the way down to her toes. She snuggled deeper into the hollow between his fore and midquarters, enjoying the feel of his thick winter coat. Golden-red and silky, she sank into it, the hairs brushing her bare arms with every giant breath he took, the longer, coarser hair on his ruff tickling her cheek. [Fiii—Moth's[??]] black, hairless tail wrapped around them both, the heavy weight of it draped across her feet, warming her toes.

Lazy images swam through her mind, carried on the distinct pink and mawberry of [F—Moth's] thoughts – the taste of them sweet, the touch of them a soft fizz winding through her brain. She might have stopped and played for a moment in his memories, if the huge skytowers of Cumulus City weren't spread across the horizon.

She'd seen all the holotours, interrogated all of the guides, but she'd never thought the city would be so… there wasn't a word big enough to describe it. Surrounded by its sprawling mass of satellite 'burbs, Cumulus City rose thirty thousand feet through the atmosphere, an endless patchwork of grey and green connected by the silver threads of bridges and the restless movement of the skylanes.

Below, spires shot planetside and massive generators kept the city and its 'burbs aloft, while giant tethers prevented it from drifting with the winds.

The city was her ticket, her chance, to see Jørn, to explore the planet's surface without minders or gadgets or her mum looking over her shoulder. She rubbed the dull plasteel bracelet wrapped around her wrist. Or so she hoped.

She breathed deep and hugged her bare arms against the chill as freedom came closer and closer on the horizon.

— End file —
 

 

[🐰 Plot Bunny General salutes and vanishes in a puff of quantum carrot dust]
—^^— END FINAL RESISTANCE COMMUNICATION —^^—