Enter, a world unlike any other. A place where places that have no right to be in the same place intermingle. Denizens of a certain mushroom themed kingdom frequently cross paths with space mercenaries from a far off galaxy. As one would imagine in a world full of such contrasting locales, there is bound to be some conflict between the inhabitants. And so, by order of the Great Hand, creator of this chaotic dimension, arenas were set up across the lands and throughout the stars to settle disputes through combat. Fame and riches are awarded to champions of the battles, some use their wealth and power for good, but others use it for their own gain. This story follows the adventures of Captain Toad, a traveler seeking his fortune who reluctantly ends up as a participant in these brawls.
Our story starts off in the large port town of Aero Dive, where our hero heard rumors of a great treasure to be found. The buildings nearest the coast tower over the shanties of the slums, illuminating the peninsula with their pulsating glow and emitting a low hum.
Farther inland, past the skyscrapers and shacks, is a less space age and more iron age setting, sparcely populated by cabins and trees. In this small woods, a young man garbed in green is fleeing on horseback from an arwing, a special combat oriented spacecraft, as it fires quick bursts of laser projectiles at his noble steeds heels. Of course, there is no real danger present. For in this world death is an unknown entity. Those defeated in mortal combat become statues, trophies for their slayers, although victors more often than not set their foe free before the day ends and return them to their living form by pressing on the base of the statue. This unconventional convention is a bizarre law of nature thought up by the Great Hand.
The young man in green pulls on the reigns of his mount just before he falls to his doom in the miles deep trench that encircles the field. The ship comes roaring past from behind and hits an invisible forcefield that spreads over the fields sky in a large dome. The ship instantly bursts into flame and metallic shards rain over the sky, but not before the occupant of the ship ejects. Out of the arwing somersaults a humanoid fox, sporting military pants and a white jacket, who lands on the ground on his hand and knee with a quiet thud, just behind the horse riding man. The man tries to draw his sword but the space animal is too quick, seemingly teleporting in front of the wannabe knight and kicking him off of the horse and into the pit. The man's yell can be heard through the small speakers of a wall mounted TV, capturing the action. All of the exciting footage is being broadcast on SMASH TV, and into the pub where the TV resides.
Sitting on a bar stool, oblivious to the action happening in the TV, Captain Toad excitedly admires every detail of his map. He doesn't even notice as the man in green from the TV walks in through the automatic sliding door and sits in the stool bext to him.
"What can I get for ya sir?" asks the scruffy bar keep with the fierce eyes.
"A milk please." Drearily replies the swordsman.
Captain Toad lays the map across the countertop, trying to get a closer look at its contents just as
The barkeep slides a glass of lon lon ranch's special lactose blend across the countertop, but it stops short as it gets hitched on the map, and falls on its side, spilling its creamy contents all over the map.
"WAAAAGH!?! My map! My precious map! " shouts Captain Toad.
The swordsman looks longingly at the spilled milk as it makes its way between the floorboards and gets absorbed into the aging paper of the small mushroom headed man's map.
The swordsman looks expectantly at the barkeep, but he only replies,
"Sorry, no free refills, take it up with mushroom boy there, the only thing he's spent tonight is his own time lookin at that sorry excuse of a map."
Captain Toad looks at the swordsman, upon closer inspection he sees that the man is actually a teenager, lean with a feminine face and golden locks that peak out of his long green hood, a hood that reaches almost to the waist of his green tunic. Captain Toad shouts at the young knight "Whyd you have to order milk!?! Milk stains never come out of ancient parchment! Here I am trying to find a quiet, well lit place to examine my map when you come along and order milk! Of all the drinks you could order why'd it have to be milk!?!"
"Actually the only drink we serve here is milk." chimes in the barkeep
"What kind of terrible map murdering establishment are you running here!?!" cries the forlorn captain.
"Now there's no hope of ever finding the lost treasure of King Watutankhamario!"
Oh gawd I have no idea where this story is going. I gotta stop before I get addicted to fanfiction...
