Well, this is happening. Nuclear Throne is an amazing game, and the characters seem to have found their way into my heart; even though there isn't really a story behind them in the first place. That's probably the reason for it, to be honest. Anyway, these chapters are going to be as long or as short as I think they need to be. Whatever fits the situation. I was thinking of making this a one-shot at first, but this is going to be much better.

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I idly strummed the strings of my guitar, watching as the campfire slowly burned itself out. It felt like a Friday, though I'd long ago lost track of the day. Each one was the same, I suppose, so it didn't matter much anyway. I sat there, playing a song or two before the fire finally extinguished itself. I sighed, closing my eyes. Strapping the instrument over my shoulder, I stood up. It was time to search for supplies. I'd been avoiding it for a few days, but there was no food left, and that was the last of the wood.

...

The sound of gunshots rang out through the silence. Not that it was any sort of oddity. It was kill or be killed out in the wasteland. We all knew it was wrong, but that's what the world had become. It was a sad truth all of us had faced sooner or later. I haven't had to spill any blood yet; at least of anything that used to be human.

Used to be. It had been years since the nuclear fallout, and I still couldn't stand to look at myself. Gills, fins, webbed feet and hands. I was a monster, but the word itself had almost lost it's meaning; nothing's a monster if everything is.

I finally came across a run down shack, not too far away from the area I'd been camped out in. No doubt it had already been looted, but there was no harm in taking a quick look around. I reached down to my belt, placing one hand on my revolver, as I grabbed the handle with the other. I slowly twisted it, and pushed the door open. What I found inside was a complete surprise.

Another mutant. I hadn't seen one in years, and the last one I'd encountered said hello with a gun. It's gender was impossible to make out, as it was only vaguely humanoid shaped; it's body was composed entirely of gleaming purple crystal. It's eyes were hollow, a pitch black. And... it was hurt. There was a large chunk missing out of it's midsection. I could see the look of pain on it's face as it glared at me; the crystal somehow morphing as it's expression changed. It laughed, almost sounding bitter.

"Well, looks like this is the end. It was bound to happen eventually, I guess. Just make it quick, will you?" It's voice seemed to be feminine, with an odd sort of texture to it, likely caused by it's... no, her mutated vocal chords. I just stared at her, confused.

"What... what are you talking about?" This seemed to anger her.

"Kill me! It's all anything knows how to do out here! Isn't that what you're here for? You saw me crawl in here, and you're here to finish me off." I shook my head slowly, surprised by her sudden conclusions.

"Er, no. I was just looking for supplies. Food, wood, things like that. I have a camp set up a little ways away from here. I didn't even know you were here. Why would you just assume that I'm here to hurt you...?" I spoke calmly, trying to defuse the situation. Now she seemed confused; which was at least better than angry; her expression was still wary though.

"...Have you ever met something out there that didn't...?" I sighed, looking around the small room; like I had thought, there wasn't anything left in here.

"What happened to you? You know..." My eyes drifted back to her cracked midsection. She cringed, looking away.

"Why should I tell you?" I rubbed the back of my head. She obviously didn't trust me, and I knew I really shouldn't trust her. It was the way of the wasteland. You fend for yourself. Closing my eyes, I gritted my teeth.

"Look... never mind. I have some med kits back at my camp. There's more than enough for me, and... you obviously need one." What I was implying seemed alien to her.

"Why the hell would you share your supplies with me? Don't you know anything about basic survival? Every mutant for themselves. It's been that way since the fall." My expression hardened, and I extended my hand out to her.

"And it's never going to change until we change it ourselves. Now come on. Unless you'd rather wait here for something else less friendly to show up." She looked like she was trying to find a valid argument to my point, before visibly giving up. Flinching as she attempted to move, she grabbed my hand, and I pulled her upright.

"...What's your name?" I slung her arm over my shoulders, helping her stay standing. I thought about her question for a bit; I wasn't going to tell her my real name, obviously.

"I guess... you could call me Fish." She snorted.

"Real original."

"Oh, and I suppose you've got anything better? Crystal?" She grumbled at that. A sliver of a smile grew on my face. I had meant what I'd said. Something needs to change. And I don't know how I'm going to do it, but I won't rest until it does.


Seriously, this game is bloody amazing and I love it. #TeamMelting WOOOOO \o/