PROLOGUE
Welcome to picturesque Pinata Island. In its many gardens all matter of pinatas live, dance, and dream that one day… Wait a moment… Those days are far, far over. This is a different story now... Far are the days of paradise that reigned over Pinata Island. An empyrean utopia was a far-fetched term to describe the now desolate soil and decaying trees that riddled the dying landscape. Carefree days were a pipe dream to many. Ever since the cancellation of their reality show, demands for pinatas plummeted through the floor. With no one wanting to buy and bust open the papery beings, overpopulation began to run rampant across the land. Longevity from lack of beatings was more of a curse than a blessing. "To combat the island's overflow of pinatas, the head honchos at Pinata Central had no choice but to come to a grim conclusion, empty and launch pinatas into outer space to throw their fates against what the galaxies had to offer. Mostly old age killed them before a star could combust their cardboard corpse. Many pinatas were outraged with the mistreatment of their own kin. Unfortunately any riots were swiftly met with a dispersing blast from the Cannonata. All seemed lost under the Pinata Central's tyrannical hand.
The hit cast of the reality show had also felt the bite of recession. Hudson had lost his riches and most importantly to him, his fame. Now a homeless horstachio who roams the shadows of the streets, Hudson hid his face in fear of being next pinata to be sent out into the great beyond. Franklin decided to take his chances off of Pinata Island. With nothing but his surfboard, he took the next wave to who knows where and never looked back. No one has seen heads or tail of him since. Teddington and Tina had physically split from each other, a result of arguing between what to do in the middle of the chaos. Tina took to the sewers while Teddington took to the snowy cavernous mountains in the north.
"Les… Well no one knows what happened to Les, He had vanished before the island was hit with the horrid repercussions of a premature season and a series cut short. Ella was too dimwitted and forgetful to last more than a day of riots, needless to say, her days in dystopian Pinata Island were marked short. Fergy was eventually captured by Langston, with a little help from from the lickatoad's cousins. His fate is assumed to be space-bound by now. And lastly Paulie, who now resides with his cousins in the heart of the desert, leading a pack of resistance fighters. And Pester? Well he was ran out of a job. Pinata Central being the new big baddie around these parts, there was just no room for an evil man his stature.
All too common did the phrase "When will this end" bounce to and fro pinatas. But the truth was, it would never end. There was no hope of a returning show. Nobody wanted the pinatas, so the the Pinatas were damned to die out through brutal extermination… Or at least go out fighting. But to do such was looking death right straight in the eye. How could they amount to anything when the assets were in the enemy's favor? What were the pinatas to do but to wait and suffer until their fateful day of reckoning arrived.