who woulda thought that stealing plok's flags would make him declare WAR on fleas! SOUNDCLOUD VER - / pizza-tower-thousand-m... (the original FLP recreation of the Plok boss theme was done by BALDANDMAD!)
also up on soundcloud!! been there since november and spaced on putting it up here for a while, lol - soundcloud.com/rolobi/pizza-tower-thousand-march-but-its-plok BUY PIZZA TOWER ITS INCREDIBLY FUN i've been having a blast p ranking everything LOL ALSO IM ONE OF THE SILLY LITTLE GUYS THAT CAN APPEAR IN THE SECRET ROOMS, lemme know if you see me, PFFT
Cool and real Pizza Tower fact: Grandpappy Plok was actually Peppino’s drill sergeant during his time in the military. Source: McPig told me in a dream
The sound of a nuclear warhead dropping, so far away that nobody could even see it, was heard. The fact that nobody saw where it was dropped was scarier than seeing the explosion, as it shows the kind of raw power that is on display here. Plok held an M3 submachine gun in his hands, feeling an itch on his forehead that he couldn't scratch thanks to the almost cartoon neon green helmet forced onto his head. He looked into the dark sky. It was a cloudy sunset, an unnatural dark red filling the sky. Plok sighed, jumping off the boat that he was shoved onto by a commander that he can't even remember the face or name of, but had a voice he'll hear in his dreams for the next 40 years, or however much longer it'll take for him to kick the bucket or lose enough of his marbles to give his mind peace and quiet. He looked behind him. A familiar chef was cowering in fear, wearing the same helmet he did, but leaving his identical gun on the floor as he shook with anxiety. Plok never caught his name, but remembered them being together in training. Plok reached a hand out, slowly and within his vision, as to not scare him. "...Hey..." Plok said in the most gentle way he could. The guy was never really good at being soft, he's more of a "get angry and rip up the place" type, but he's going to try just this once and hope he doesn't fail. The chef jolted up, still shaking, and apart from his head tilting, he remained the same position. Plok turned his fist into an open palm. "Are you okay?" The chef looked down. "...i just-a wanted to be a chef-a..." He whispered. Plok sighed. "I know how you feel. I don't wanna be here. I'm royalty for Pete's sake! I'm the grand duke of the Poly-Esta! But apparently they 'never heard of it.' None of us want to be here." The chef's arms lowered from the anxious, raptor-like position they were in. "...Then-a why fight-a?" Plok looked at his hands, almost trying to answer the question for himself more than his buddy in war. "Because we have something to protect. They say it's for our country, but for me, it's my grandpappy." The chef looked at him. "He may no longer be with me, but my grandpappy taught me everything, and I remember his war stories, and how proud he was to fight. I want to be like him! He was so cool...what about you?" The chef looked to the side. "...My-a restaurant..." Plok gently grabbed his hand. "You wanna keep that, don't you?" The chef nodded. "Then let's give 'em hell, mister..." He grabbed his gun and stood up. "...Peppino." Plok gently let go, then cocked his gun with a grimace. "Let's march."
@@Chipmunkboy thank you for informing me of him, I regret to admit I had never known of him until now. I've edited my comment accordingly, Geoff deserves just as much recognition
And then Plok and Peppino go on a Payday Heist together with Jacket (Hotline Miami) and John Wick both rocking their respective shotguns! (or just join Doom "The Doom Slayer" Guy in clearing Hell together that works too)
POST-WAR LEVEL: There’s toppin debris everywhere. The science experiments with the pseudo Peppinos have combined with random food creatures and chemical weapons - the battlefield looks more silly and somewhat uncanny than it would for a normal war ground. *The true demented horrors have yet to be seen.*
My only complaint was that the xylophone was *thematic*, but not really *hard* enough. Then the second and third verses kicked in. Complaint retracted.
