In a fictional universe where dazzling creatures roam and horrific monsters lurk, a Star Warrior suddenly awakens in a desert. With no memory of who she was or who she may be, so it feels like she was supposed to go to an afterlife, but was accidentally left behind somehow...
At the same time, another Star Warrior named Augustine wanders the same charred wastelands of that planet after being left there to die." They meet by coincidence, and team up to help find their ways back home.
Along the way, they meet several other Star Warriors, natives, and even multiple Halcandrans, who are also going through a predicament themselves: A disease is on the loose, after a lab "accident" in a lab on Halcandra; The Dark-Matter-infused virus wreaks havoc on the universe as it makes ruin of the minds of hundreds innocent Star Warriors, Halcandrans, and even Mirror Worlders.
As it spreads like wildfire, the small group of heroes and misfits do their part, whether recruiting more help or doing research on how to cure it, they work hardest and do their best.
But is it enough to stop the disease and its
snake-tongued harbinger, before it infects and destroys them as well?
(DISCLAIMER! I do not own any of HAL laboratory's/Nintendo's characters, games, locations, and other things. The only things I own are the fan made characters, the the made up locations, the story, and fictional vehicles, yada yada yada. Nothing else!
So like, pls don't copyright me, if it looks like I'm stealing content and ideas from others, I promise that's it's not on purpose! (ಥ_ʖಥ) Oh, and I drew all artwork.)
[Rated PG 13 and up for mild language, and blood. Be warned. In this book, not everyone is who they seem!
⚠️ WARNING!⚠️ There are some REALLY sad and terrible backstories and events that take place... just so you know. Don't steal my content.]
Strands of your mind cling together like web to a slippery leaf bathed in the morning dew. You have seen both heaven and hell, witnessed the atrocities of war firsthand, and imagined a better life in the deepest, most intimate corners of your dreaming spirit.
The wishes for peace and certainty you have once so desperately longed for, now lay trampled underneath the might of your mind's vivid horrors. What was once so bright and lively, now cowers in fear, clinging to gone memories like a shipwreck survivor to some lowly piece of driftwood.
From the depths of hell, you arrived victorious, grasping the laurel wreath high above your head. Unrecognizable, with your empty eyes telling a story of innocence brutally taken away from the child curling in shame in the depths of your empty soul.
Almost green you are, curly head, having grown up with a rifle by your bedside table, never knowing peace and quiet.
Out of the pan that was the Kazdel Civil War and into the scorching flames of Lungmen, where life flows by on its own accord, here, you must learn to live once more.
So put on your best facade,
Let the reuniting trumpets ring a wild,
And allow the city to swallow you whole.
Here we are, a continuation of my previous work "Goodbye Curly Head", which sprawled into quite the epistle (but it wasn't really a letter, it's just long :P).
Summarized in the most basic way possible, it's a story about a twenty-year-old Kazdel Civil War veteran who goes to Lungmen and has some troubles acclimating to the steady life presented before him. Sprinkle in a too-good-to-be-true offer and a freshly established logistics company, and you get Andy trying to make it big for as long as his deteriorating mental state lets him.
I'd say it works as a standalone story for anyone who doesn't want to bother reading the first part. For now, at least.
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