Post by ConfessionFPT on May 15, 2016 23:54:30 GMT
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Imagine Anne Frank. Imagine a girl and her family trapped in an attic. It's dark and cold and there are cobwebs in all corners of the constricted area.
There is a sense of supreme fear filling the small space. Armies and troops are out there, looking for you, specifically you and people like you. And everyone is rubbing elbows on accident and everyone smells really bad. The idea of a shower is romanticized. Simple every day tasks have been robbed out of life.
Now replace Anne Frank and her family with Tiny the Tiger, Dingodile, and Ripper Roo. The three genetic mutations were hiding from Dr. Nitrous Brio.
Brio had been driven inasane, recently. No one was quite sure what sent him over the edge. The mad scientist had been on a rampage, finding all "affronts to God".
N. Sanity island was a quiet place now. With the Bandicoots in space fighting Dr. Cortex and his latest scheme. All the villains were left below. Brio's mechanical army roamed the dirt paths of the island searching for all the mutants. Brio was cleansing the world of his self proclaimed mistakes. Not many know this but Brio finished the original Cortex Vortex. Neo Cortex took all the credit for the device, but it was Brio's enlarged head that completed it. The trio were hiding because Brio randomly walked into a church one day, sweating profusely. He began whispering to himself, "What have I done...offended the creator...I've bastardized the gift of life...hell...hell... HELL!"
"Tiny thinking of animal," Tiny the Tiger said aloud. This was his favorite game. They did many things to pass the time. Thumb wars, there was a little piece of broke off molding that they enjoyed throwing against the wall of the house, and...this game.
Dingodile sighed, "Is it a tiger?"
Tiny giggled, weakly. It was always a Tiger.
The three were malnourished. It had been a while since the host family had brought them a scrap of food. Tiny's muscle definition had notably shrunken, Dingodile's potbelly disappeared, and Ripper Roo's straightjacket now hung off of him instead of holding him tight.
"He he he," Roo sat in his corner, his head rotating on it's axis. Brio had burned down the asylum. All of his books were lost in the blaze. In his delirious state, he watched a hallucination of himself reading his favorite book: Twilight.
"Tiny thinking of animal," Tiny whispered.
"I don't want to play this game anymore, Tiny," Dingodile grunted.
Tiny nudged him with his elbow, "Guess."
"Not now, Tiny."
"Hehehehehe," Ripper Roo began one of his giggle fits.
"Tiny will you please shut him up," Dingodile asked.
"No, you guess Tiny's animal."
"I'm so tired of you, ya little termite!" Dingodile stood up and walked over to his flamethrower, the only possession he brought with him.
"Hey!" Tiny stood up, "What is crocodile man doing."
"I'm getting out of this bloomin' hellhole," he strapped the apparatus to his back, "I'd rather face Brio than stay here with you losers."
"HAHHAHHAHAAHAA!" Roo's laughter was explosive, "HEHEHEHEHEHHE!"
"Can't leave!" Tiny demanded, "Cortex will be back to save Tiny and Friends!"
"I'm not your friend, mate, and WILL YOU SHUT IT ALREADY?"
"BRAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA! HEHEHEHEHEHEHE!"
"That's it, I'm gonna toast ya."
"Do not hurt blue guy, Tiny like blue guy!"
