I Smell A Faction War
An unknown distance away from the ruins of Rogueport, laid a rather large fortress, which used to be Hooktail's castle. But of course, the Fat Plumber had defeated Hooktail in the era of the Thousand Year Door. After the war, a rather large band of mischievous beings moved in. Well, not really mischievous, but more like, down right evil people who slave others for money and to have workers. The band was made up of Pianta and Craw descendants from the old days of pre-war Rogueport... when nothing but crime filled the city... instead of Doogan Mutants, radiation, and the like. The Craws and the Piantas of that era hated each other, but in some unknown Vault, they somehow, forged a bond which each other. Maybe it was just because most of both species were criminals. The Piantas, retook their normal role as the brains, and the masterminds of all the Syndicate's crimes. The Craws however, supplied numbers and strength.
They had found some military base of old, was a Koopa base... they found these weird type of stun guns, called the Mesotronics. Which was strange, as usually Bowser slapped the name Koopa on everything. Not only did they find the Mesotronics, they also found the collars of holding. A simpler name for the collars of holding is... well, slave collars. The Piantas quickly formulated a brilliant idea to not only put them to use, but to rake in supplies, valuables, everything that they wanted. Obviously, the Piantas really didn't care for the Craws at all, they were just tools to be used for the Piantas' own means, and if one accidentally didn't work? Break them.
Quite quickly, an enslavement civilization sprung up, and grew. Hooktail's Castle was renamed "Paradise Fall", because slaves said if you were able to climb up to the top and jump off, the fall would be paradise, as it'd be freedom from enslavement. Obviously, it'd also be death, so the Slavers instantly liked that name, as it took away the hope of new slaves right when they heard it.
It was paradise for the Piantas though, all they had to do was sit back, and watch as the Craws did their dirty work for them. They raked in money, valuables, supplies, you name it, they had it, by selling slaves to local unaffiliated raiders, and they also had the slaves they didn't sell farm fertile ground for them, so they would never starve. Even only one of the bomb collars was more valuable than ten slaves, one of the Piantas had said. The slaves didn't obey, as they knew if they did, the Piantas would activate the collars, and their heads would explode.
Of course, the Piantas made a mistake, and got greedier, and began to reduce the Craws' cut, to add to their own.
The Craws began to speak out against the Syndicate, and actually began to rebel against them. Ricky, related to Franky of the original Syndicate, invited all of the Craws to an apology dinner. Obviously, it was a trap, and Savshail and Jericoh, knew better than to trust it. When the Piantas went to make their move and place slave collars around the Craws as they ate, the Craws pulled out their weapons and started a new war, identical to the original war between the Robbos and the Syndicate that took place in Rogueport before the bombs.
This is that story, which is to explain the division between the Pianta slavers and the Craw raiders in Atticus' story.
"Are you fucking serious? God damn it Jericoh! You were supposed to shoot god damned Ricky while he was giving his gay little ass speech, you fucking idiot!" Savshail the Craw yelled, wiping the blood of the Pianta he had just cut the throat of off of his torn pre-war tuxedo.
"Why the hell are you even wearing that thing? You knew it was a trap, and this was just going to end up in a fucking bloodbath... and I had to shoot this asshole before he put that god damned collar on my neck!" Jericoh the Craw yelled.
"Uh, because I have a little bit of style. Damn it, this was the first tuxedo I've seen in years..." Savshail complained.
"For the love of... style is useless in a fucking wasteland!" Jericoh said.
"Maybe to you, because I look good. Anyhow, Craws, this is finally the fucking time-" Savshail was almost immediately interrupted by Jericoh.
"So, you just talked shit about Ricky and his gay little speeches, now you're making one?" Jericoh asked.
"... You know what? Fuck it, let's just go fucking kill some Pianta assholes!" Savshail yelled. The other Craws around the now blood soaked dinner table raised their spears, yelling happily to exterminate Piantas.
"Well, at least you kept it short this time, but it was still as gay, fuckface." Jericoh said.
"Shut your whore mouth and keep your mind on killing plantheads." Savshail said, as the Craw group began to move out of the dining room of the castle.
"... Do you seriously use that as a insult for them? That's retarded. But you know what, killing Piantas is better than pointlessly bickering with each other, let's go." Jericoh said. They all ran out into the outside following where Ricky and his bodyguards had got out to.
They were met by several Piantas, holding their automatic rifles at the Craws.
"I told yous guys that the whole slave the slavers thing wouldn't work." One Pianta commented.
"Then let's just show them who's still in boss, eh?" A second Pianta said.
Jericoh suddenly had a very random and probably stupid idea that wouldn't work.
"HEY LOOK, A ONE-WINGED PARAKOOPA WHO'S GETTING WEIGHED DOWN BY THE BAG OF GOLD HE'S CARRYING!" Jericoh pointed up into the air behind the Piantas. They all turned around and uttered a chorus of Huh? Where?'s, which gave the Craws the perfect moment to strike. Jericoh shot at least three in the back of the heads, as the rest of the Craws swarmed them with their spears, and one of them even scalped a Pianta, and put the plant that was a part of the Pianta's head, on his own head, mocking the Piantas.
Without all the Piantas blocking the way, they could see a husky orange pianta running across the bridge, away from them.
"Hahahahahaha! Jokes on you morons! I already had my guys wheel out all the valuables, supplies, slave collars, and slaves outta there! You guys will die in a few days, and I'll come back to reclaim Paradise Fall! If you don't, I can always settle a little place nearby, Ol' Smolney! Those ruins been untouched forever! I'll make a new Paradise Fall!" Ricky the fleeing unhealthy Don Pianta laughed and wheezed as he made it over the bridge. Jericoh and Savshail ran to the open gate of Paradise Fall, and saw the remainder of all the Syndicate running away, carrying valuables and dragging slaves away.
"God damn it, those fucking cowards!" Jericoh said, highly irritated.
"Well, to be fair, they did win this battle technically. I mean, they just totally fucked us. As our plan was to fuck them, and then start our own slaving band. Hell, we WERE the slavers, those fat fucks just were the leaders and got all the benefits of our work! But now... they stole the valuables, the slaves, the collars, the fucking mesotronics, the supplies... we have nothing! It's over man!" Savshail said, giving up hope.
"... Are you a fucking idiot? We have a way to build everything back up by our own. Plus, we have Paradise Fall! Even though it's been literally picked clean by those fat fucking Piantas. I hope they all die a horrible death wherever they go." Savshail said.
A day later...
"God damn it... so... fucking... tired. Legs aren't used to this type of walkin'." One of the Piantas complained, hauling several bags of supplies on his back.
"Hey! Quit your complaining! At least you didn't have to carry the FUCKIN' LARGE GOLD STATUE." A struggling blue Pianta that had a rather large golden statue tied to his back.
"There it is, fellow Piantas!" Ricky laughed, as he saw the ruins of 'Ol Smolney up ahead.
"... He hasn't heard a word of our complaints, has he?" One of the other Piantas asked.
"Seems nice here, why people seemed to never pass through this place I just don't kno-hey, what's that running towards us at amazing fast speed and seem huge and monsterly-HOLY FUCK SHOOT! SHOOT! SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!" Ricky the Pianta screamed, as a monster of some sorts ran at them.
The monster's head seemed like it was a chomp, but it's eyes were red, it's teeth were even larger, and the color of it was tannish instead of black. Not to mention the horns that were growing from it. But unlike a chomp, it actually had a neck, a torso, legs, arms, and even claws. The legs were long, fast, durable, and the arms had a huge reach, and the claws, they just looked like they could literally claw through metal. The torso looked like it WAS metal, well, not saying it appeared to be metallic, but it looked as thick as metal. It also had a tail, which was crazy long, and gave the creature even more of a terrifying look. But to add on to that, the damn thing had a crazy amount of speed and force. It took all of the Piantas that were dropping whatever they were carrying and reaching for their guns to take down the beast, and the beast had managed to kill at least five or so of the Piantas, and they were pretty sure it ate one of the slaves.
"GO! GO! THIS PLACE MIGHT BE OVERFUCKINGRUN BY WHATEVER THAT THING IS' FAMILY! EVERYBODY RUUU-" A blue Pianta interrupted Ricky, by bitch slapping the shit out of him.
"Will you shut the fuck up! Screaming and yelling will probably just get more of them after us! A leader's supposed to be calm and cool about shit, even if it's in the most dangerous fucking situation out there!" The Blue Angry Pianta yelled.
"Did you see that fucking thing? I'm right to be panicked!" Ricky cried.
"Hey, all Piantas who say let's dump this loser and accept me as the new leader, raise your fucking hands!" The Angry Blue Pianta yelled.
Every single Pianta raised their hands, except for a smaller orange one, but he looked around at all the surrounding Piantas, and raised his hand too, as if he was fearful to stray from the majority opinion.
"So this is your game then? A mutiny! I've been running this syndicate for years!" Ricky yelled.
"And what has it gotten us? We just lost Paradise Fall to our tools, we just almost walked into a...fucking Deathchomp nest, and you've had us carry all this useless golden shit to just come here and die for you? Fuck that shit. I, Bobbie, will restore this Syndicate to it's original strength before fuck nuggets fucked everything up, and take Paradise Fall back. Now let's all take the neccessary shit and get out of here and leave this zero behind us." The Angry Blue Pianta said, being elected as the new Don.
Quickly, all the Piantas grabbed the supply bags, the slave collar bags, the mesmotronic bags, the remaining slaves, and left all of the baubles behind with their owner.
"You can't do this to me! I... I... oh God I'm alone..." Ricky cried, not realizing another Deathchomp was standing directly behind him.
"Are you serious? We can't get the mesmotronics or the slave collars, or anything like that back unless we get those fucking Piantas!" Savshail said.
"You just don't seem to be grasping my idea. We will do nothing but raid, and steal shit. I'm talking, painting this whole god damned land red with their blood. Hell, we'll chain bitches if we have to. Fuck those fancy slave collars and mesmotronics. Those Pianta fucks will crumble without a defendable base. Now come on, we gotta make some adjustments to Paradise Fall..." Jericoh said, beginning to close the gate of Paradise Fall.
End of I Smell A Faction War