Rayman: Hands and Feet Scramble– Prologue
Characters created by Michel Ancel
Written by Andrew Kaiko
Here's my third fan fiction of the most entertaining and most unique video and computer game series to hit shelves- Rayman, the armless, legless hero who conquers the day! I am of no relation to the production or post- production team, and so, I do not own the characters and all related subjects. Rayman is © 2002 Ubi Soft Entertainment. The character of Rayman and all other characters and subjects are all trademarks of Ubi Soft Entertainment. All rights reserved.
Prologue
This moment is the most tragic, violent and hopeless circumstance I can remember! Darkness surrounds the area so thick, that not even the creature with the best eyesight can adjust to whatever is in here.
But we Lapitaurs can.
Our families screaming, our precious architecture collapsing, and roaring, can be heard outside. Inside this space, however, everything is quiet and still. How can this area be the only thing withstanding the unspeakable horror that lies outside, teasing it as if to fake going inside and breaking the silence, but not?
Whatever the reason, my only thought at the moment- perhaps, my last moment- is to stay alive as long as possible! I tell you, Whoever gets a hold of this, that this moment tops anything you have ever experienced! How would you feel if your family, your children, friends, and probably ones that weren't even born yet, were all killed at one single moment that ruined your entire life?!
What is this terror that I spoke of? Perhaps, I do NOT speak of it. And I never would. For you see, Whoever gets a hold of this, we are by nature a very noble and practical race. The reason I do not stop writing and breaking down, is because this is the only thing keeping my mind off of...
...of Boble. Poor, poor Boble...
Wait! What is that n—(marking trail off the page)
(Picks up on the next page) Sorry about that. I just got a notice from the Chief Governor of two things. Number one, that I stop writing nonsense in my, quote unquote, "scrubby diary that no one will ever bother to read" (the Scab!), and two, that our allies have all been killed, and our last good soldier also killed. As far as number one goes, unbeknownst to him, I can write faster than twenty pink monkey monks in a monastery (uh... they were killed too). To give you an idea, upon starting this entry, only 30 seconds has passed! But number two...my hopes, dear reader, are nearly smashed now.
He continues to say that our only hope lies somewhere on another planet outside of our own. But being a peaceful race, our military army was only trained for fundamental exercises! We also have absolutely no contact with other worlds.
Also with the Governor is my wife, who joy of joys, has made it safely into the shelter!
I suppose it is now time to consult the Orb on what to do. Our Orb is not merely your stereotypical crystal ball, but also tells us zodiac readings and gives us advice on how to improve our city. The Governor gallops over to a corner of the room, and a light fills it once again! We quickly uncover the Orb, which has gratefully been lying safe and sound underneath the dirt floor.
The Governor, his voice trembling, speaks. "Orb of the Lapitian World! Our world is ending as we speak! Unknown forces have wiped out our entire race- we three are the only ones left! We need an outside force to help us safe- perhaps, rebuild- our race! But who?! WHO is worthy enough to give us hope in this desperate apocalypse?!"
We hold our breath. We have no time left, but we don't care! We MUST have SOME hope! ANYTHING!
Finally, after what seems like the longest minute ever, the ball hums as if booting up, and an image flickers inside the ball. And you would never even COMPREHEND the sight we all see! Inside, running frantically on green grass, with stubby feet, is a short creature with a big nose... so big, that it makes him look like a living, breathing, three-dimensional, goofy cartoon character. Its head, feet and hands appear to be operating without the use of a neck, arms and legs- they are simply floating freely but controlled to move naturally through the central area: a round, purple sac with a white O in the middle!
As far as the three of us believe, its body parts separate from each other, the creature could not be alive! But there it is! Running, and apparently, giddy with excitement at someone else chasing it. THIS is supposed to save our planet?!
We three just stare at it. Dumbfounded.
What the devil IS that?!
(to be continued)
Characters created by Michel Ancel
Written by Andrew Kaiko
Here's my third fan fiction of the most entertaining and most unique video and computer game series to hit shelves- Rayman, the armless, legless hero who conquers the day! I am of no relation to the production or post- production team, and so, I do not own the characters and all related subjects. Rayman is © 2002 Ubi Soft Entertainment. The character of Rayman and all other characters and subjects are all trademarks of Ubi Soft Entertainment. All rights reserved.
Prologue
This moment is the most tragic, violent and hopeless circumstance I can remember! Darkness surrounds the area so thick, that not even the creature with the best eyesight can adjust to whatever is in here.
But we Lapitaurs can.
Our families screaming, our precious architecture collapsing, and roaring, can be heard outside. Inside this space, however, everything is quiet and still. How can this area be the only thing withstanding the unspeakable horror that lies outside, teasing it as if to fake going inside and breaking the silence, but not?
Whatever the reason, my only thought at the moment- perhaps, my last moment- is to stay alive as long as possible! I tell you, Whoever gets a hold of this, that this moment tops anything you have ever experienced! How would you feel if your family, your children, friends, and probably ones that weren't even born yet, were all killed at one single moment that ruined your entire life?!
What is this terror that I spoke of? Perhaps, I do NOT speak of it. And I never would. For you see, Whoever gets a hold of this, we are by nature a very noble and practical race. The reason I do not stop writing and breaking down, is because this is the only thing keeping my mind off of...
...of Boble. Poor, poor Boble...
Wait! What is that n—(marking trail off the page)
(Picks up on the next page) Sorry about that. I just got a notice from the Chief Governor of two things. Number one, that I stop writing nonsense in my, quote unquote, "scrubby diary that no one will ever bother to read" (the Scab!), and two, that our allies have all been killed, and our last good soldier also killed. As far as number one goes, unbeknownst to him, I can write faster than twenty pink monkey monks in a monastery (uh... they were killed too). To give you an idea, upon starting this entry, only 30 seconds has passed! But number two...my hopes, dear reader, are nearly smashed now.
He continues to say that our only hope lies somewhere on another planet outside of our own. But being a peaceful race, our military army was only trained for fundamental exercises! We also have absolutely no contact with other worlds.
Also with the Governor is my wife, who joy of joys, has made it safely into the shelter!
I suppose it is now time to consult the Orb on what to do. Our Orb is not merely your stereotypical crystal ball, but also tells us zodiac readings and gives us advice on how to improve our city. The Governor gallops over to a corner of the room, and a light fills it once again! We quickly uncover the Orb, which has gratefully been lying safe and sound underneath the dirt floor.
The Governor, his voice trembling, speaks. "Orb of the Lapitian World! Our world is ending as we speak! Unknown forces have wiped out our entire race- we three are the only ones left! We need an outside force to help us safe- perhaps, rebuild- our race! But who?! WHO is worthy enough to give us hope in this desperate apocalypse?!"
We hold our breath. We have no time left, but we don't care! We MUST have SOME hope! ANYTHING!
Finally, after what seems like the longest minute ever, the ball hums as if booting up, and an image flickers inside the ball. And you would never even COMPREHEND the sight we all see! Inside, running frantically on green grass, with stubby feet, is a short creature with a big nose... so big, that it makes him look like a living, breathing, three-dimensional, goofy cartoon character. Its head, feet and hands appear to be operating without the use of a neck, arms and legs- they are simply floating freely but controlled to move naturally through the central area: a round, purple sac with a white O in the middle!
As far as the three of us believe, its body parts separate from each other, the creature could not be alive! But there it is! Running, and apparently, giddy with excitement at someone else chasing it. THIS is supposed to save our planet?!
We three just stare at it. Dumbfounded.
What the devil IS that?!
(to be continued)