The Fate of the World: Bloons

by TheArkFireCorporation

Balloons- we think of them as the rubbery mascots of parties, fun, and children. We chuckle gleefully as we see everybody in its vicinity jump with fright as it pops. Not bloons, though. Equipped with weapons of technology we can't comprehend, they could end the world as we know it. In the year 2081, in a post apocalyptic world, 13-year old Selo finds out that they may return.

1. Chapter 0: The Introduction

Chapter 0: The Introduction

DISCLAIMER: This story is based on the "Bloons Tower Defense" series, which was developed by the site "Ninja Kiwi." All credit for the game concept goes to them, and I absolutely do not intend to infringe any of their copyright rights.

Author's Note: Why, hello. Welcome to this little piece of literature of mine. Sure, there will be more to come. So sit back, buckle your seatbelts (in the case of an automobile), and get some nice, buttery popcorn.

For those you are astute, you will see that so far, my author's note has been absolutely none of use. And since I'm not a malicious troll sitting under the even wooden planking of a bridge, I will give you a debriefing of the story, as it always does on the back of most books. However, this will be quite long, so please bear with me.

When you think of balloons, what do you usually think of- parties and games? The gleeful squealing of children? A big, startling pop? Or maybe, just maybe, you think of that little sad dot, floating away, smaller and smaller, but you're still just straining- oh, just straining- to see it, until it's just a little speck- like the grains of crackers and croissants you sweep off the floor.

In this post apocalyptic world, balloons do not exist. Imagine a balloon- except with a killer instinct, invisible eyes seeking its target like missile-guided rockets, and a big, bad brain. Now, think about a hundred of them, or a big malevolent blimp flying overhead, causing an amoeba of innocent people to cringe in fear. These mutated balloons are called bloons.

When the Yellowstone supervolcano erupted, the world as we know it hunkered down in sheer horror, awaiting the gases snaking up towards the atmosphere to cause an Ice Age. Scientists, their knuckles as white as snow from gripping their instruments were getting strange readings, however. Nothing was registering. Simultaneously, the bewildered whizzes raced towards Yellowstone National Park to investigate. The volcano hadn't belched lava, nor did it emit smoke like a super-powered showerhead. It was the most anticlimactic moment in history- or that's what they thought. The volcano emitted one red balloon (or bloon, as we call it now). One. One bloon, which was enough to change the entire course of history.

You know what? I'm going to leave you hanging here. Please enjoy the story that ensues. Feel free to review if you enjoyed the concept, or you would like to give some constructive criticism. All feedback will be appreciated!