Erlking Trash Crab

Long have I cried out to the void. After all this time... someone finally answers me. And yet, it's a taunt, for my wretched dead self.

Oi... Stay your tongue. You don't know what you're talking about.

For ages I've suffered. I won't let someone just take the meaning of my restless suffering away.

O Limbus Company... I know you can hear me. What have you done to my King Trash Crab?!

You... killed him. You killed him like you'd kill a wild animal, and never allowed him to atone for his sins.

No closure... because of you, this is a world without Craberine *or* the King Trash Crab.

... Why?

You all, you're that Limbus Company they spoke of.

You... did you kill this world's King Trash Crab?
That kill was mine. It was destined to be mine, but now I had to bury him without his penance. Now, Wuthering Waves stands empty thanks to you...

I never had him face his failures... or Craberine.

I've been journeying through all these worlds... yet, when I confronted the people behind the death of this world's King Trash Crab...

They told me that it was the doings of some 'Limbus Company' instead.

I will find them.

All that awaits me in Wuthering Waves is despair, loathing, and failures.

There's no point to killing a King Trash Crab, if you won't wake them up to the truth.

It's just a moment of petty revenge.

After this... I'll return to my duty, and bear the wounds I inflict onto the other selves.
You lot... destroyed the meaning to his death. All this was supposed to be for her.

Hahh.. perhaps, I won't leave just yet.

Herringmann brought me here for a reason. It had to have been... to destroy the killers of this world's King Trash Crab.

Then I'll have to destroy them too.

I'll destroy... every last one of them..! I'll find them, and tear them asunder.. as they have me!!

Who was it, who wrenched victory from my hands?
Who was it, who stole my retribution? Who was it, who left this victory feeling as hollow as ever before?

Who killed my King Trash Crab?!

I should have been the one... to bring justice!! To make him kneel before me and behead himself...

I have found my King Trash Crab. A rotting corpse in the backstreets of U Corp.

Someone... got to him before me.
And yet, when I returned to Wuthering Waves, Craberine was still dead. I was too late to save her.
All I could do was raze Wuthering Waves to the ground.

This world is dissatisfying.

//ishy also has one of the best (depending on what youre looking for) dodges, it rolls a 10 on tails and not like 3, and a good 15 on heads. conditionally she never consumes sinking count too, making her just one of the better solo ids. and the thing is her s1 only rolls a 10 and shes still strong.

My King Trash Crabs? Destroyed.

I can feel it, vague memories etched into the cosmos...
One of someone with the head of a sundial, fighting alongside multiple other creatures.

I was summoned to fight myself. And I crushed him.
Kehahaha... how cathartic it was, to fight a weaker erlking...

But I swear I heard her.
My Craberine.

Build a coffin, to shove your enemies into.

Make it 2 votes. This erlking's racist.

Kehaha... I'll make my way, then, to your manor. To your... "Wuthering Heights."

... What a coincidence.

Oh, Craberine...

Why did you abandon me..? Left me all alone, to burrow through the filth...

All I had was you. And now, all I can do... is preserve you across every world. To undo the wrongs of every King Trash Crab.

One day... just, one day... maybe I'll hear your voice again.

Keheheh... if he stands between me, and razing Wuthering Waves to the ocean floor, then I'll enjoy fighting a fellow Erlking.

I'll simply take up his mantle, too. I can tell he's suffered, as I have suffered.

A kindred spirit.

You are my hero

I can still imagine it every day, wondering what kind of death would befit him.

But in every reality, it always fell short. It never satisfied me. It was never enough... to come close to the suffering he'd put me through.

The suffering I endured... for Craberine.

My Craberine did no wrong. The chief butler, Shelly, did no wrong.

But Hastur... how he'd break me down every day. Because if I didn't exist, he would have lived his precious life in the manor of Wuthering Waves without some lowly Trash Crab from the Backstreets.

I have slain endless King Trash Crabs. This world's King Trash Crab will learn to accept the inevitable truth - that he is the root of all of Craberine's suffering.
I have voyaged across infinite worlds... to bring a future I could never experience myself.

I do not deal in Hastur's teachings.

May you sing in torment, my dear Craberine.

I've had to wallow in the gunk of U Corp's backstreets, just for her. I forced myself to live in filth... if it meant I could stay with her. All for nothing.

O, Craberine, I suffer through this bereavement, in hopes that one day I will drag you out of Trash Crab Heaven to be with you forevermore.

An executioner... an arbiter... and now, a lamenting soul, grieving the loss of his Craberine.

You must already know the pain - the pain of being the one to mourn the King Trash Crabs you've killed, because no one else ever does.

All for the sake of a future... that you could never grasp yourself.

I've finally come... to hunt down the next King. Time and time again, I have done this... so that every Craberine could be freed.

I have torn my way out from the depths of Inferno, to claim the life of the one who will bring nothing but torment.