• CHAPTER 0 - PROLOGUE

    April 16th. The day the sun died out. No one knows why, no one knows how, but somehow, it happened. The sun burnt out. The Earth's crust quickly became uninhabitable, forcing man down into the depths of the Earth. There they made Home, a giant colony built to keep the human race alive. But alas, man can't even be called man anymore. They slowly evolved into three different types of creature. First, there is the Runruba, a bunny-like person that has lots of fur for insulation; Then, there's the Bashike, a mole-like person with arms thicker than their own body; and finally, Ghosts, men who look like polar bears, and can actually live on the crust of the Earth. But they aren't the only ones who are evolved. The crust was changing, too. It looks like Antarctica all over the globe, and creatures have become monstrous beings who will stop at nothing to get the dellectible meat of a Runruba or a Bashike. So, humans have converted to more drastic measures. Equipped with swords and shields, men charge into the wasteland of Earth head-on to kill as many monsters as they can in the liveable time of 30 minutes. Then they have to go back down to Home or else they die. This is called Killstreak, and the brave warriors sent out are called Ice Crushers. This is the story of one of them.

    It was 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and Michaelangelo still had not got out of bed. An alarm buzzed for him to wake up, but the sleepy Runruba only opened his eyes to punch the clock halfway across the room and crush it on the other wall. He went back to sleep peacefully, and awoke at an astonishing time of 4:30 PM. He scratched his head, muttered to himself, and got ready for his day. This was his shining moment. The day that he would finally kill a Momonguis, a giant creature that looked half-bear, half-barracuda. Today, at 7:30 sharp, he would jump onto the Surface and give that thing the fight of its' life! He grabbed his sword and went out to practice for the big night.

    Place: Surface Tower. The elevator used to get on and off of the Surface. Time: 7:20 PM. Anxiously, Michael swung his sword in the air, only to almost chop off his colleague's head.
    "Woah, didn't see you there." he said to the Bashike he was almost going to kill.
    "Didn't see me there? You stupid grass-eater, I was right next to you!" yelled the Bashike.
    "Cain, calm down!" replied Michael.
    "Grrr......" mumbled Cain. The disgruntled Bashike mumbled a few things under his breath before a Launcher came to send them to the surface.
    "It's time." said Michael. He got on the Launcher with Cain, and they were sent up to the frozen tundras above them.

    The place was nothing but ice. You could bsrely tell what building which one used to be underneath the huge blanket of ice. If you looked really closely, you could see a sign that read, "Welcome to fabulous Las Vegas".
    "Doesn't look so fabulous anymore, eh, Cain?" Said Michael. Cain just rolled his eyes. "Come on!" The two were laughing and pushing each other around, unil a large creature interrupted their bonding. A large creature, almost 15 feet from foot to nose. It had 2 large, clawed feet, and a mouth full of razor sharp teeth. It had no arms, and waddled with it's two legs. It might not sound menacin, but these creatures are very self-concious, and hate it when you mention them waddling.
    "It's a Momonguis!" Yelled Cain. He shivered and shuddered in his shoes, while Michael pulled out his sword and pointed towards his head.
    "What's up, No-Knees? I see you still can't walk right." He said. The beast screamed and charged at him, but he stayed perfectly calm. He jumped gracefully, spun in the air, and landed. Several seconds later, blood spurted from the Momonguis' head like a water hose, and it fell to the ground dead.
    "That's how we do it." said Michael under his breath. "Come on, Cain. I gotta take this back home." There was no response. "Cain?" he yelled again. Still, no answer. He kept yelling. "Cain?" for 10 minutes, this lasted, until his lungs couldn't take it anymack to a Launcher and went back to Home depressed. "Oh Cain, you moron." he muttered to himself. He sat down on his bed, gripping his head fur. "It's all my fault, Cain....." he said agan, and laid down. He closed his eyes, and drifted sadly off to sleep.