Hey guys, Verif Venus here to welcome to my very first Fanfic, well that's not completely true I also have a wattpad page. That's called The_Triangle_Guy If any of you are interested in going and following that. So welcome to Nuclear Throne. I hope you enjoy.
Nuclear Throne: The Journey Begins
What do you think the future will be like. Do you imagine that civilisation will live on until the sun burns out and the earth is destroyed. Do you believe that a comet will hit the earth and we'll all die a fiery and horrible death. Now what would you say if I told you none of that will happen and that in the future, Mutants and monsters will roam the earth and a mysterious police force known as the I.D.P.D rule the earth. Would you believe me? No? Well let me tell you the story of the future. Where it all begins with a gang of mutants, a campfire and a throne.
On some night, in some desert on a planet named Earth. Six mutants and a robot were sat around a campfire, completely silent. They were an odd bunch. There was Crystal, a formation of purple gems built together to make a body. Melting, the only word to describe Melting was, well a mess. He was a skeleton with half his skin remaining, but that skin was constantly dripping off, then reforming. His skeletal half never reformed (for reasons unknown).
There was Plant, a bloodthirsty opposite of a vegetarian. Think Venus Fly trap with legs.
Eyes, a blue humanoid figure with a larger head that was covered in eyes, no mouth, no ears, no nose. Just eyes. He did have an interesting story about he came into the world, but he couldn't tell anyone as he had no mouth.
Steroids, basically a big bulky man. That was really it. There was Robot, a tiny thing that had the ability to wield and eat any gun it wanted to.
Then there was the hero of this story, a mutated fish. Simply named Fish. Now the thing that made Fish special was that first of all he had legs. He could also wield a gun and was incredibly skilled at playing guitar.
Now you may be wondering what this gang of mutants were doing in the middle of the desert surrounding a campfire. All seven mutants had heard tales and sang songs of a throne so magnificent that it had it's own palace. The Nuclear Throne. It belonged to no one and no living creature dared to even attempt to take a seat on, the palace was said to be protected by hundreds of Guardians who had power beyond imagination. Yet that didn't stop the mutants wanting to take a seat on the Throne. To them it meant more than wisdom or power. It meant safety, it meant justice. It meant an the end of the life the mutants lived, no more death, no more fear, no more pain. Just peace.
'So what now' Plant spoke, while toasting a dead maggot on the end of a stick. 'What we gonna do' he said as he stuck the maggot into his jaws. 'Well we better get some sleep' Fish replied. 'Yeah Fish's right, we should finally leave these blasted deserts today', Steroids agreed. And so the gang settled down for the night.
Fish was awoke by the panicked grunt of eyes. He shot up as fast as he could ready to save his friends and was greeted by the sight of all six of them surrounded by a gang of Bandits, mummy like creatures who roamed the desert looking for victims to steal from. There was at least thirty of them and they were led by a massive one triple the size of the rest. Fish grabbed his guitar and charged.
Probably into certain death.
