Monster Hunter: The Chronicle of Maxwell Rathstone.

Written by MaxTheRathalosTamer.

NOTE: I'd like to thank Capcom for making Monster Hunter. The game rocks!

SECOND NOTE: I started writing this at 3:37 in the morning, so bear with me…

Chapter 1: Welcome to the Team.

The air is dry, the morning sun beats down on the scorching sand, and the sound of a pack of Genprey can be heard in the distance. In this arid Desert, Five hunters are hidden safely near a shady oasis, prepare to Capture a true Desert Wyvern: The Diablos! This pack of hunters is led by the Hero of our Story. His name is Maxwell Alexander Rathstone, a true Monster Hunting Prodigy, waking up after a long journey their base. The 6-foot hunter rises from his cot with his brown hair messy from rolling around in his cot. He walks over to his Rathalos Scale Suit of Armor, puts on his Armor, grabs his Sword-Wyvern Blade "Maple"-, and leaves his cot to rally his team.

"Wake up, Assholes! That Diablos ain't gonna hunt itself!" Maxwell yells. Maxwell looks at his reflection in the Oasis with his Rathalos-Like Eyes. He drinks some water from the Oasis. The water has a clean and crisp taste.

"Ugh!" grunts another voice! "Why the Hell did you have to wake me up so early?!" A tall, black haired brute walks up to Max in full Nargacuga Armor with a Hidden Blaze on his back. "I should kick yer' ass for that."

Maxwell then replies, "Oh quit your whining Drack. Besides, I'm pretty sure I could kick your ass. I have multiple times anyway". "Those were all flukes!" Drack replies. "Yeah, cause most of the time you're too drunk to fight back-" Maxwell remarks. "-Which is 90% of the time."

Drack, agreeing, shrugs "Yeah, whatever. I can't really argue with fact."

Without skipping a beat, a curvy, tan huntress in Gigginox struts up to the duo with a young—almost teenage—huntress, wearing Great Baggi armor trailing behind her. The woman gestures to Drack "Oh, is that the sound of a stupid drunk in the distance?"

Drack fires back "No I think your mistaking that with a talentless Harlot."

"You're just jealous because you'll never get something as sexy as me in your lifetime."

"Sam, if you were the best I'd ever be able to GET in my life, I'd cut my own throat right now."

Before the argument could heat up more, Maxwell steps in. "Hey it's too early for me to kick both of your asses, so I'll just put you both in time-out instead if both of you don't shut the fuck up!"

Sam then replies "Hmph! somebody woke up on the wrong side of the pillow."

"I don't need you two bickering like Jaggi in front of the Rookie! I'm pretty sure she doesn't really feel like hearing it either."

The Rookie then steps in "Umm… G-Good-Morning Mentor…"

Maxwell comments on her formal greeting "Mentor? Please I'm only, what, 2-3 years older than you? Just call me Max."

The Rookie then politely nods. Maxwell then turns to the others, "Alright. If everyone's ready to head out, let's Move! Bo is waiting for us."

Sam then asks "Yeah where the Hell is that trigger-happy nerd anyway?"

Maxwell then replies "I sent him on a little scouting mission. Ya know, to cover some ground."

"Hmph, whatever" grunts Drack. "Let's just get moving already!"

The Quartet leaves their shady spot near the Oasis and prepare for the challenging quest ahead.

END OF CHAPTER.

NEXT CHAPTER: DIABLOS! THE DESERT'S DEVIL!

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-MaxTheRathalosTamer.