Hello there.
This new story is a tale of survival and natural selection, and the cruelty of nature. It occurs a long time before Olimar even arrives. We're talking about millions of years here.
Anyway, I don't want to give too much of the plot away, so I won't say very much. Please not, however, that the first couple of chapters are quite short.
"Survival of the Fittest."
Over the course of time, the planet Earth has been home to a wide variety of diverse organisms. Ever since the planet became suited to sustain life, organisms have existed—multiplied—perished—adapted in order to stay alive. Those beings that could not keep up with the ever-changing battleground habitats of the Earth faded away into nothingness; those that were able to survive were constantly changing in order to stay in existence. Various events in history—meteorites, flooding, tectonic plate movement—made survival even more challenging and competitive. And one species even grew to such power that they learned how to dominate the globe's terrain and tamper with the natural order with their designs.
After the Cataclysm, of course, that changed.
Ninety percent of all life on earth, including the humans, was wiped out. Technology and size could not save them.
Only the small survived.
Roaches and other insects, champions of surviving tough conditions and eons of time, managed to survive. In the depths of the oceans, many creatures were able to live through the Cataclysm. However, on land, most animals died, leaving the survivors in a position that was far more, shall we say, competitive. Resources were depleted, and gene pools were becoming narrower and narrower. Bugs evolved into odd, un bug-like creatures, and they all competed for survival by eating anything they could find, even each other. The plants that managed to survive were easy prey for the insects.
But, as we have discussed, life evolves to survive.
One particular plant developed forms of defense that was not poison, or thorns, or anything that would be expected of a plant—they developed the ability to move.
These plants, which stayed submerged when not on the run, would eject their pointed forms from the ground and use their leaves as feet, galloping away from the predators at high speed. From there, evolution realized that they could not survive on strong legs alone—they needed to defend themselves, as well.
And, since leaves are easily torn and damaged, the plants developed legs. Hands followed, and eventually heads even developed. Soon, the leaves that had once carried them away from threats were reduced to a single little leaf on a stem that emerged from the head.
Thus, the pikmin were born.
The pikmin were remarkably successful as a species, and were soon overrunning areas where bugs had seemed to dominate. Each small pikmin group had substantial potency.
But pikmin were usurping the position of another creature in the many roles that creatures played. These creatures had refused to evolve through and after the cataclysm—their original form had carried them through countless disasters and ages previously. Why would it fail them now?
The old rulers of the world were on the verge of clashing with a new, budding rebellion in the kingdoms of evolution.
It was only a matter of time…
If you want to hear more of this story, just think of it as a snowball rolling downhill—each time you review, it gains speed. Soon, with your generous reviews, this mere snowball will become a snow-boulder, destroying everything in its path!