Chapter 1
Written by Shadow Fox 00
Idea by Shadow Fox 00
Edited By Yramesor Notfarc
As far back as I can remember I used to live with my mother, my father and my sister, Jynx. I call her that only because when we were young, I always seemed to get into some sort of trouble around her. It didn't matter where I was or when it happened, but I always got into trouble around my sister. Jynx always meant well, but it was very rarely safe to even be around her. Something could happen even if I was walking thirty feet behind her.
I was born on the coast of West Island. My mother always told me about a man with an egg shaped body that constantly attacked the area farther inland, so we lived on the beach. It was a nice place, and the many changes that came with living there always seemed to keep me occupied, so I was never bored. The sounds of the ocean, the many colors of the sunrise and sunset had always been good enough for me.
I grew up loving shadow poetry, like Edgar Allan Poe's writing. I also found a liking for football, my favorite team is the Minnesota Vikings. My life was simply perfect until my mother and father got a divorce and my sister had to go with our father.
And it only got worse form there! Two hedgehogs, an old, yet somewhat very youthful, ebony one with crimson highlights, constantly frowning and scowling at anything that crossed his path; and the other ghostly white, (I would guess, an albino by means of fur and skin) seemingly innocent and constantly smiling, always at the older black one's side, murdered my mother! I don't know why they did it, but they tore the most precious person in my life away from me. At the sight of my mother's body, I felt what true rage was for the first time...
I wanted to find them...
I wanted to kill them...
I wanted to make them pay for what they did...
But ever since then, I have lived with my father. After everything that happened to me, I rarely spoke to my family or friends, almost never. I only talked when I felt it was needed, which seemed to never be. As far as I was concerned, talking would only get me into trouble. Being hurt even more was the last thing I needed, or wanted... but now, I don't really care.
My story begins here...
Okay, that was just the beginning. And remember, Crash is a hedgehog, NOT a bandicoot!
Written by Shadow Fox 00
Idea by Shadow Fox 00
Edited By Yramesor Notfarc
As far back as I can remember I used to live with my mother, my father and my sister, Jynx. I call her that only because when we were young, I always seemed to get into some sort of trouble around her. It didn't matter where I was or when it happened, but I always got into trouble around my sister. Jynx always meant well, but it was very rarely safe to even be around her. Something could happen even if I was walking thirty feet behind her.
I was born on the coast of West Island. My mother always told me about a man with an egg shaped body that constantly attacked the area farther inland, so we lived on the beach. It was a nice place, and the many changes that came with living there always seemed to keep me occupied, so I was never bored. The sounds of the ocean, the many colors of the sunrise and sunset had always been good enough for me.
I grew up loving shadow poetry, like Edgar Allan Poe's writing. I also found a liking for football, my favorite team is the Minnesota Vikings. My life was simply perfect until my mother and father got a divorce and my sister had to go with our father.
And it only got worse form there! Two hedgehogs, an old, yet somewhat very youthful, ebony one with crimson highlights, constantly frowning and scowling at anything that crossed his path; and the other ghostly white, (I would guess, an albino by means of fur and skin) seemingly innocent and constantly smiling, always at the older black one's side, murdered my mother! I don't know why they did it, but they tore the most precious person in my life away from me. At the sight of my mother's body, I felt what true rage was for the first time...
I wanted to find them...
I wanted to kill them...
I wanted to make them pay for what they did...
But ever since then, I have lived with my father. After everything that happened to me, I rarely spoke to my family or friends, almost never. I only talked when I felt it was needed, which seemed to never be. As far as I was concerned, talking would only get me into trouble. Being hurt even more was the last thing I needed, or wanted... but now, I don't really care.
My story begins here...
Okay, that was just the beginning. And remember, Crash is a hedgehog, NOT a bandicoot!