Heroes in a Half Shell
"No!" You say, near enough to a shout to be taken as such. "I don't want to talk about it. I'm just a fuck up!!"
That having been said, you brush past Splinter in a furious march of stomping feet and anger infused frustration. Fuck him, you think. He has no idea how hard you've worked at this formua only to have it blow up in your face time and time again. He doesn't appreciate you at all. No one does. Fuck them. Fuck all of them. In the ass.
As you walk along engrossed in self pity and uncontrollable anger you find yourself in a series of sewer tubes that you have never been before. Slowly and gradualy you lessen the degree of focus you place on your dark thoughts and increas your focus on your surroundings.
This area of the sewer is darker than the rest, and it has an unusual scent. It's not laden with shit and urine like everywhere else, but has a slight chemical smell in the air. It's not just the smell though... There's something else, something ominous in the air that you can't quite place your finger on.
You don't like it here but you continue walking, your curiousity controlling your movements. You come to the edge of a drainage pipe and look down into the brown/green slush-like waters below. A rat is floating along the river of filth, sitting dry atop a bit of strophoam. Suddenly something comes up from the water and snatches it up in a long snout.
You're not sure, but it appears to be an alligator of epic proportions. Gigantic. How is this possable, you wonder. Is this another result of humans foolishly flushing baby alligators down their toilets? Can the urban legend be true?
You turn around to leave but find your way blocked by a human dressed in shining armor and a purple cape.
"Shredder!!" You say, pulling out your bo.
"Ah, Donatello. I see you've discovered my latest creation! It was a product of sheer genious on mine and Krangs parts. Beebop and Rocksteady were just the first of our mutation experiments and with this mammoth alligator we have taken it to the next level. Orignialy, we were going to have these monstrousities hunt you all down to your lair, but it seems you may have saved me the trouble of doing so by stumbling into our den. You will regret this day, turtle, for the rest of your pitiful life!"
That having been said, you brush past Splinter in a furious march of stomping feet and anger infused frustration. Fuck him, you think. He has no idea how hard you've worked at this formua only to have it blow up in your face time and time again. He doesn't appreciate you at all. No one does. Fuck them. Fuck all of them. In the ass.
As you walk along engrossed in self pity and uncontrollable anger you find yourself in a series of sewer tubes that you have never been before. Slowly and gradualy you lessen the degree of focus you place on your dark thoughts and increas your focus on your surroundings.
This area of the sewer is darker than the rest, and it has an unusual scent. It's not laden with shit and urine like everywhere else, but has a slight chemical smell in the air. It's not just the smell though... There's something else, something ominous in the air that you can't quite place your finger on.
You don't like it here but you continue walking, your curiousity controlling your movements. You come to the edge of a drainage pipe and look down into the brown/green slush-like waters below. A rat is floating along the river of filth, sitting dry atop a bit of strophoam. Suddenly something comes up from the water and snatches it up in a long snout.
You're not sure, but it appears to be an alligator of epic proportions. Gigantic. How is this possable, you wonder. Is this another result of humans foolishly flushing baby alligators down their toilets? Can the urban legend be true?
You turn around to leave but find your way blocked by a human dressed in shining armor and a purple cape.
"Shredder!!" You say, pulling out your bo.
"Ah, Donatello. I see you've discovered my latest creation! It was a product of sheer genious on mine and Krangs parts. Beebop and Rocksteady were just the first of our mutation experiments and with this mammoth alligator we have taken it to the next level. Orignialy, we were going to have these monstrousities hunt you all down to your lair, but it seems you may have saved me the trouble of doing so by stumbling into our den. You will regret this day, turtle, for the rest of your pitiful life!"