It was a normal day in the small island village named Villageville. Or, it WAS until the sky reddened. Flying Pizzas the size of a house flew from the sky and the Pizzapocalypse began. I grabbed a shield and sword and started fighting the Pizzas. But then, everything went black. The last thing I remembered is getting hit by a large club in the back of the head. As I got up, the village was in ruins. The buildings were wrecked and burning and armed Pizza were guarding everything. I found my dented shield lying on the ground next to me. I saw an abandoned weapon at the edge of one of my island's many cliffs. I walked toward it and- CRACK! I fell down, down, down into the ocean into a strange colosseum-like arena with a huge Pizza. He was holding a golden fork that reminded me of a trident. After the underwater Pizza saw me, he raised his seaweed-covered breadstick arm and threw it at me. I realized the smartest thing to do is to hold up my shield. With a loud metallic sound, the trident bounced off and hit the four-sliced Mer-Pizza. One of its slices fell off and hit the ocean floor, scattering a family of crabs. The Mer-Pizza picked the trident back up and threw it at me. BONK! Another slice fell. He picked up his fork with half an arm, but instead of throwing it, he raised into the air and red cracks appeared on the floor. Out of the cracks popped mermaid-ish pizzas holding spears. Murdermermaids! I thought. I found out the cracks made deep holes and a fall down would kill me. I used my shield to push the Murdermermaids into the holes and the Pizza retrieved his trident. And, he threw it at me. I think you can figure out what happened next. With his remaining arm and his one-slice body, he picked up his fork and ten more Pizza slices appeared. I deflected their tridents and six Pizzas vanished. Then, one trident hit the real pizza and the clones disappeared. The final slice fell to the ground, dropping his trident and a key. I grabbed both and found a keyhole hidden in a patch of seaweed and swam through the hatch. I found a submarine in bad shape and climbed in. As I dashed through the door, something thunked against the rusty submarine floor. A window shattered, revealing a small group of Pizzas wearing diving helmets. A wave of water rushed into the submarine. I grabbed my fork and fought off the Pizzas, then swam through the broken window. I swam until I saw light and came up in a river nearby another cliff. Then, I saw a Pizza Hut with locked doors and people trapped inside dangling off a cliff. I wanted to go inside and save them, but my instincts held me back, saying that me (and the people inside the pizzeria) won't survive the fall. I then realized how hungry I was and found a Burger King. I snuck inside and another huge double-strong Pizza appeared and fired explosive burgers at me. I found out that using my shield to deflect it, then jumping onto the shield allowed me to fly to the Pizza's body and attack him. I dealt a few super-powerful hits with my trident and he disappeared, leaving a cloud that looked like a pair of boots. I put them on and felt as if I was flying. I glided to the Pizza Hut Prison and broke down the doors. The Pizza place lurched forward and fell. As it shattered to pieces, my cloud boots kicked in. A soft cloud popped up under my feet and rose back to solid ground. The prisoners thanked me for saving them and ran away, some trying to swim away from the island. I then fell down the cliff and fortunately, thanks to my cloud boots, I didn't get hurt. I found myself floating back up, and landing on an acacia wood floor. I got up and wondered where I was. Then I thought the cloud boots carried me to the wrong platform. I gasped as General Pepperoni, the Pizza's leader showed up and I realized that it was the General's airship that circled the island like a hungry shark. I used the tactics that helped me survive and I used his attacks against him by deflecting his projectiles and then shield-surfing so I could get in a few good hits. He reared back and a fleet of Pizzas headed towards me and my fork made easy work of them. If I hadn't used my shield, that would have been me. I thought, as I whipped around and destroyed a surviving Pizza. I then threw my trident at him and deflected an explosive mushroom. He yelled as the blast knocked him off the ship. Me and the survivors helped rebuild the island, and, a few years later, everything was back to normal.
THE END
