CREWSADERS - THE NOVELIZATION OF A GAME THAT DOESN'T EXIST

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Wildlife was no stranger to The Isle Of Souls. Creatures, magical or otherwise, had always seemed to pace its environments like clockwork. Through the cities, forests and even underground caverns.. seemingly no spot was left uninhabited. And yet, ever since Aero's corruption had begun to mutate the Island, the ecosystems began to change with it, making the creatures become stronger, darker, and mindlessly aggressive. The perfect tools for destruction.

The moonlit beaches of the Crystal Coastline were no different. If its crystal-filled sands had once hosted dozens of small ice cream creatures, now they had morphed into zombie-like sludge beings, with glowing red eyes and aggressive demeanors.

However, it didn't change the fact that they were now all running for their lives from the maniac chasing them around with a giant sword.

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///////////// Royal Rebel: PATTY /////////////

Patty was a blur in the night, her glowing crimson eyes and her flowing golden hair marking a colorful flurry of destruction. Before they could move further, most of the corrupted minions had been sent into orbit or crushed under her oddly blunt weapon.

Once she was through, all that remained was a neatly organized pile of monsters, loosely resembling a gooey black pyramid.

Her steps were wide and careless as she wandered through the leftovers of her rampage. These past hours had been fun, even if she had no idea where the hell she was. Still, it didn't really matter. As long as she didn't have to put up with her snobby mother or god forbid her stuck up adoptive sister, she'd be fine anywhere. Just thinking about ever going back made her want to take the tiara embedded in her helmet and toss it into the ocean nearby.

Or maybe she was just hungry.

How long had she even been there, again?

Surely it couldn't be too much, the moon hadn't moved in like, ever.

Her stomach still rumbled though! And all the food had either had their butts kicked or were covered in sludge that Patty would only dare eat as a joke. Her crimson eyes scanned the island for something, anything she could carve her teeth into, but it looked like her rampage had torn down all the trees. At first, she shrugged it off. For as much as she drooled for food, she could withstand months of hunger out of sheer spite for whoever had placed her there (and whatever genetic enhancements she received before being born, she wasn't even sure what had been done to her in the first place). Still, all it took was a shining burst of light hitting her square in the face to make her drool.

A glowing coconut.

Standing on top of a hill.

It was taunting her.

Patty zoomed once more across the beach, tearing through the hill like a predator devouring its prey. She slashed across whatever creatures remained from her rampage and snapped her fingers to explode shortcuts into the scenery until she finally reached the coconut. Her lips were watering as her sharp fangs prepared to dig into the majestic fruit..

It blew up on her face, inks of warm colors tainting everything nearby. Patty included.

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"Ah, man! That wasn't meant for you!" A voice rang out from the bushes as a man dressed in colorful artillery leaped from the bushes. He sighed dramatically. "I guess now I'm gonna have to clean up allllllll this mess if I wanna get anything done!"

///////////// Pyromaniacal Pyrotechnician: JAMES /////////////

"YOU..!" Patty growled, staring at the floor as she pointed at the man, her body trembling with rage.
"The name's James," he said, spinning a small paint bomb on his gloved finger. "I was sent to capture one of ya, but I reeeaaally didn't wanna get the one with RABIES." He ran his fingers through his hair and began readying the rocket launcher strapped to his back and shrugged. "OH WELL!" he cackled maniacally.