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=== Health Scaling === | === Health Scaling === | ||
Mid-Boss' Health scales linearly from when it spawns. For every minute that passes after it has spawned, it gains an additional '''{{NpcData|npc_super_neutral|HealthGainPerMinute}}''' Health, which is added to its '''{{NpcData|npc_super_neutral|StartingHealth}}''' Base Health. | Mid-Boss' Health scales linearly from when it spawns. For every minute that passes after it has spawned, it gains an additional '''{{NpcData|npc_super_neutral|HealthGainPerMinute}}''' Health, which is added to its '''{{NpcData|npc_super_neutral|StartingHealth}}''' Base Health. | ||
== Lore == | |||
In the sepia-tinted glow of 1920s New York, where art deco towers scrape the night sky and restless spirits slip through jazz-soaked alleys, the Astral Curator reigns as the city’s dreaded mid-boss. This alien infiltrator thrives in the back rooms of gilded nightclubs and haunted penthouses, brokered deals with phantoms and crooked politicos to bolster his cosmic agenda. Mortals who challenge him must survive his reality-warping illusions and telekinetic tirades, all for a chance to snatch the sigils he guards—keys to unlocking the final confrontation beyond the skyline. | |||
Some say, hidden behind the Curator’s expensive brandies and illicit tonics, there rests an unassuming carton of FairLife chocolate milk, smuggled from distant farms. In a metropolis brimming with arcane cocktails and otherworldly brews, this humble treat remains a quiet reminder of Earthly comforts—a subtle testament to the tenacity of those who dare oppose this alien menace. | |||
== Death == | == Death == | ||