~* An entry for the Original Anime Mascot Contest *~
Inspiration struck at 11:30pm on Sunday night.
I absolutely HAD to capitalise upon it, since inspiration strikes so rarely.
Finished typing the story of tissue-ghost Tiroset around 12:30am on Monday morning, then went to bed.
Had to wake up at 4am to fly interstate.
Oh, the things you do for the sake of inspiration... xD
~Drawn in Adobe Photoshop 5.5 with mouse and my BRAND NEW Wacom Intuos 3 6x8 tablet which is double the size of Yan's!!!~
(Note: Story may be biased as it has been written by a Pancake sympathiser.)
(Note 2: Incidentally... I forgot to mention this before, but whether Tiroset was originally a mushroom-Mushroom or a Mushroom-in-human-form... it doesn't really matter, because he's a TISSUE now and he can crumple himself into whatever shape he pleases. xD)
The story of tissue-ghost Tiroset is a sad and woeful tale.
It begins, as all such stories begin, during the terrible time of the famous Three-Way War between the Mushrooms, Mosquitoes and the Pancakes.
It was time of great unrest and strife; of constantly changing alliances, backstabbing and undercurrents of dire plotting.
A time of death.
Death, which came untimely to an ordinary Mushroom who became helplessly caught up in the dark tentacles of intrigue
I wont do it! the Mushroom repeated, edging away from the looming shadow towards the relative safety of the wall. I wont
It was obvious, however, that his resolve was weakening.
The fungis voice was hardly above a whisper, now. I couldnt
One hundred thousand. Or
The Mushrooms eyes shot wide open. He gulped audibly.
NO!! Stop, please!!! Alright, alright, I will, I WILL, just
just give me the damned powder and the money and go!
Amidst the soft thud of a pouch containing deadly poison, the cold chinking of coins and the rustling of chitinous wings, the menacing figure departed.
The Mushroom collapsed against the wall, his breath coming out in choked sobs.
I must get into the university
without a scholarship, theres no other way
Two days later- a day before the Mosquitoes planned assassination attempt on the life of the Mushroom Queen- her spies caught up with the hapless traitor.
Poor soon-to-be university student Tiroset was sentenced to death by hanging.
Five years later, a year after Tiroset would have graduated from an engineering degree at the prestigious National Mushroom University had he lived, the dastardly Mosquitoes plot to overthrow the Mushroom Kingdom and the Pancake Republic descended to new depths.
They decided to attempt to resurrect an army from the dead to fulfill their own nefarious purposes, and the Mosquito Dictator authorised a small group of scientists to work on this new scheme in a secret laboratory near the borders of the Mosquitoes territory.
Many of their early attempts were dismal failures.
One such failure was the infusing of a Mushrooms ghost
into a tissue.
(Luckily, it was an unused tissue.)
Disgusted at their results, the scientists simply crushed the luckless tissue into a ball and threw it straight in the bin.
The Mosquito scientists never got the chance to progress past their early attempts, however.
For, only a week after the tissue disaster, an elite Pancake strike force led by the Leader of the Pancakes herself raided the scientists laboratory.
The Mosquitoes were quickly crushed, and their devious plans were utterly destroyed.
All seemed to be going quite well
until the Leader of the Pancakes sneezed, and blindly grabbed for the nearest tissue.
AAAAAAAAARGH!!! You villainous thug! Lemme go, LEMME GO!!!!
what?! Its alive?!
The tissue was promptly dropped.
It floated down a few inches, then began to float back up again of its own accord, until it was staring straight into the surprised (and slightly idiotic-looking) face of the Leader of the Pancakes. It ruffled itself into the shape of a mournful-looking and extremely disheveled young boy.
Of course Im not alive, you dolt! it retorted.
Im a ghost, get it? A ghost. Im tissue-ghost Tiroset.
He glared fiercely at the Leader of the Pancakes, as though daring her to disagree.
These days, tissue-ghost Tiroset spends all of his death mournfully roaming the halls of the Pancake Parliament, bringing doom and gloom to all whom he encounters, and defending his fellow tissues against abuse. (This is why many Pancakes have now adopted the practice of carrying around disposable handkerchiefs.)
He especially seems to enjoy spending his time insulting the Leader of the Pancakes.
She is, unfortunately, unable to sentence him to death for his shocking misconduct, as the Mushroom Queen already beat her to it long ago. She currently has a team of Pancakes working on a way to banish unwanted spirits
but until such a time as they achieve success, tissue-ghost Tiroset remains a prominent, unwanted yet famous fixture in the lands of the Pancake Republic... and beyond.