Capsule 2.8 has Landed
Thank you to all Lumps holders, past and present, who have helped us on this journey so far. The capsule arrived containing gifts for Lumps holders, find out more about the rewards below.
Available to all Genesis and Rapture Lump Holders
1/1 Shiny Lump
A 1/1 animated NFT version of your Lump! Each winning Lump in the new ‘Shiny Lump’ series will be custom made by artist Sam Drew and hung in the new Lumps Emporium.
3 RARE ESPRESSO HEAD FIGURES
Sam has released 3 more Espresso head figures from his personal archive. These are very limited edition of 100 pieces from 2019.
A custom COmic Strip PAGE for your Lump in THE Graphic Novel
Win a custom comic strip page for your Lump in the graphic novel by artist Sam Drew. Chat with Sam and come up with your mini-story with any details you would like to include! The strip will be featured in the official printed Graphic Novel and you receive a signed physical copy.
The Lumps community recieves another diary entry from our mysterious narrator. Read the entry below!
GIVEAWAY NOW OPEN!
Lumps Holders, please head to the Lumps World Discord and enter by following the instructions on the ‘Capsule Giveaways’ channel.
NEXT CAPSULE LANDS…
Wednesday 18th May 2022
We have been receiving interdimensional parcels with gifts and stories to help us understand more about the Lumps World metaverse.
Diary Entry 2.8
Mohawks and warrior Lumps outnumber us twenty to one, but we’ve got the advantage.
We’re Lumps Legends.
Slippy, Deb, Nifty, Buddy, #147 and Stu fight like ballerinas in a Lumps World theatre, beautiful and deadly.
They are cutting down, tying up and knocking out opponents for fun.
I see #147 bring down an axe on a Warrior, when #7 appears behind him. The coward.
Quick as a flash I dart between the two and chuck a knee to 7’s solaplexes, bending him double and squirming back into the warp. Invisible again.
#147 turns around a second later.
“Well,” I shrug. “I did owe you one.”
“Haha! One!” He laughs his hulking laugh. “There’s an understatement.” He stomps another mohawk.
Our moment is cut short by the sneaky 7 appearing again from the shadows of this realm and striking me with what felt like a wet, dead fish. I think it was his hand. What a vile creature he is.
“Sssoooo… Mr Ssslimeee Boyy is it?” He hisses at me.
Why he’s suddenly talking like a serpentine supervillain I don’t know.
“Given up the nice guy act?” I shoot back.
“I’ve killed you a million timesss before lad… I can do it again.” He smirks, throwing a punch. I easily duck and chuck an elbow back across his chin.
As we brawl I look just beyond him and into the middle distance. A well equipped gang of warrior Lumps moves towards a high vantage point… Archers. They have quantum grade bows with poisoned arrows. Stainless steel dipped in a purple gloop.
Shelby’s leading them, laughing like a schoolgirl as whips the bony horses leading his cart. It’s an ideal firing spot. We’ll be fish in a barrel.
The fearsome crew get the command from Shelby, “fire at will” he whispers maniacally.
They certainly do.
A flock of biomechanical arrows is released into the melee indiscriminately. They don’t care who they hit. We take cover, but the mohawks aren’t so smart and keep fighting.
As they reach the height of their curve, the steel spears momentarily block out the sun.
Seconds later, they hit.
I’ve redirected what I can with Slime, shooting a powerful spray back and forth over everyone’s heads. Might have saved a few lives. But the arrows have pierced a lot of mohawks – and they’re dropping like flies.
Most of our assembled party are hidden beneath Stupendous Stu. He roars.
As the last arrow lands, it’s a desperate scene. There’s dead mohawks everywhere and Delivery Deb is moaning like a fox in the night. She’s been hit.
As Stu turns around, howling and roaring like a beach blue whale, Buddy is the first to react.
“Stu, old chap – you’re riddled with arrows!”
He’s not wrong. As Stu turns, it seems he’s taken half the flurry of arrows straight into his gargantuan back. Slime Ears be damned. I can’t think what the nasty chemicals they’ve infused in those poisonous tips will be doing to his blood stream.
Spinning back to face us, Stu falls to his knees.
Buddy limps over to the beast.
“You alright old chap?” He asks.
Stu grins and nods before putting out his stumped paw for Buddy to touch.
Their hands meet.
For a moment Stu looks small somehow.
A second later and he crashes forwards onto his face with an almighty thud.
No growl this time, though. No roar.
“Stu? Stu, old boy?”
“No… Stu! …Stu you can’t be… Stu… SSSTUUUUUUUUUU!!!!” He falls to his knees, before scrambling up on to Stu’s back and pulling out the arrows in a craze.
A few mohawks stir, but no one is fight right now.
The old film director eventually stops and sobs on Stu’s back. He looks like the guy in the final scene of King Kong, when he stands on top of the dead ape and says ‘twas beauty killed the beast’. Sorry about the reference, I don’t know where I got that from.
Shelby laughs, “ha, good one boyos!!! You killed the monster.”
“…monster…?” Buddy whispers under his breath. “MONSTER!!!?”
He pulls out an old camera from his backpack. Looks Silver Screen era, or earlier. Hitting record, he shoots a wave of motion capture across the citadel, freezing the archers stock still, including Shelby. Within a second, Buddy’s hopped, skipped and jumped across the divide – and headbutted Shelby into next week.
I echo his rage and grab #7 by the scruff of his neck. Funny, he seems smaller now too somehow.
“You lot have pushed it all too far, this time, 7.”
I hit him with a one, two. Bish bash. Let out a huge scream of grief for Stu, then throw an uppercut which knocks his front teeth out. I’ve snapped. I think we all have now.
Two roundhouse kicks to the body knock the wind out of him and now he’s gasping for air.
My gun is fully loaded with slime. I stick it between his eyes.
“Goodbye, old friend.” I wink and clench my hand.
“BB, NOW!” He screams and disintegrates completely into thin air. After a second, B.B. appears in his place. I’m momentarily stunned.
“VOODOO” The old butler screams at me, bringing me back to that moment in the estate grounds when he trapped me underground in thick black gunk. Scaring me shitless to be honest with you.
But where’s #7?
I glance around side to side, the Legends are doing their work on the rest of the archers, Buddy is standing over Shelby’s corpse like a cat over a petrified mouse, while Nifty ties up the archers with cheese wire. B.B.’s skeletal hands grip my neck. He’s weak though.
Delivery Deb lays on a bunk bed to the back of the citadel walls, the same ones we slept on as we waited for the onslaught. She’s hurt. She needs help.
Suddenly, #7 is in my eye line. Appearing again out of thin air, right next to Deb.
“No!!!” I scream.
“Deb!!” #147 kicks off a mohawk, he’s the closest one to them both.
7 picks her up in evil arms.
#147 scrambles up the main stairs to the bunk beds.
“See ya lads!” 7 winks.
“No!” #147 stumbles.
A spit of light and he’s gone.
Across the metaverse again. Slime Ears knows where.
And he’s got Deb.