To Die In Battle-- AtlanticCraft Fanfic

Or Of Old Age

CannibalCrab was always by my side.

When I first started out and started the group of the Tide Changers, there were some people who joined early on.

The first ever was Darrel. The blue bird heard about my cause and what I was going to do and advised me on it. Darrel never really liked Atlantis or felt at home there and saw through the lies told. He helped with the technical stuff while also being one of my go to guys. Darrel was like a father to me and even treated me like one. Without him, the Tide Changers might not even exist! I could always trust him.

Soon after was Harold. Harold was an amazing scientist who wanted to create thing that Atlantis would never allow. He was a mad scientist at heart, one even crazier than Professor Pikalus ever was. Atlantis didn't really like what he was doing. After a chat with me and Darrel, he was happy to join us and actually helped with the Illithids I have today. I never put much restrictions other than 'Don't kill us all' and he loved that. He was truly amazing.

Larsa came to me soon after and show me what he could do. He said he never felt welcomed in Atlantis and it always was so fake to him. Apparently, he came here to look for a new life but people were afraid of him and he was an outcast. I took him in and he grew to be one of my greatest generals and friends. I was devastated when he died.

CrankyCrab was both a great cook and fighter. He joined us because, like Larsa, it was all too fake for him. Too goody two shoes and full of lies. He was always trusted and cooked the best things I ever tasted.

Gnash was a friend of Larsa and had very similar intentions for joining. He was always great at fighting and commanding. I could always trust him, though he wasn't exactly the smartest of them all.

Bruce was a thug and was too aggressive for Atlantis to handle so they put him in jail. I broke him out in exchange for his services, which once I told him the job of being a villain and beating people up as well as training my army, he was very happy to. He was honestly one of the dullest tools in the shed but he was strong.

Hunchback Herbert was a bit of an odd ball and we picked him up during a raid. He actually joined us in destroying Atlantis and followed us back. It was weird, but we accepted him anyways. He was a great fighter after all.

Finally came him, CannibalCrab himself. His story went like this: He lived with other crabs in Atlantis and even had a wife. When he was young, he accidentally ate crab meat from a shop in Atlantis. Not a large walking and talking crab like himself and the people he lived with but the smaller ones that you find everywhere. Upon tasting it, he loved it and only wanted to eat more.

 However, when other crabs found out, they were disgusted and forced him to stop. For so long, he tried to live a normal life but no matter what he did, he had trouble suppressing the hunger. Eventually, on a very bad day where everything that could go wrong did, he snapped. His wife approached him at a bad time and he devoured her. CannibalCrab was left with nothing but her necklace and was horrified at himself. Once the other crabs and the rest of the Atlanteans found out, he was driven out of his home.

The poor guy was distressed. Furious at himself for killing his wife like that and even more for Atlantis for suppressing him instead of helping him through it. His hatred for Atlantis only grew as he traveled.

And then he stumbled into the outskirts of sector four.

Cannibalcrab was trekking through our lands when a small group came across him. I was in that group that day and I still remember it. I remember when I came across the tired crab and interrogated him. All he replied with was "Why won't you Atlanteans leave me alone? Haven't you done enough to me?" The cannibal screamed that at me.