Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the properties that will be mentioned or explored in this story. They are all owned by individuals with alot more clout then I do. I do not make, nor intend to make any money off this story. It is a fanfic that is for fun, and not for profit. That is all on the matter. Oh, except the Scrapyard itself, that is my own creation. Then again, it is a Scrapyard... so... maybe don't listen to that little part.
Note from the Author: Right, since this is my first time writing a fanfic, feel free to go ahead and rip parts of this to shreds. It is mainly out here for fun. After all, I need something to keep my sanity up. This fanfic will be avaliable on Spacebattles, Sufficent Velocity and Frozen in Carbonate, thought I might expand it to other sites, such as the main fanfic site at a later date. As for when I can get posts up, I don't know myself, but I will aim to get updates within around 3-4 days if I can. Do note that I am actively employed, I run a large RP and I am currently working on and awaiting responses for my first novel, so I can't guarentee rapid replies. Please don't prod me, I will get round to it!
Also, as a warning. This series will get dark at times. Sure there are a few laughs and heartwarming moments, but it is a dark setting. There will be curses and possible gore in here, although I will be always keep this SFW. Either way, you have been warned.
Now, without further ado...
Prologue
So.Note from the Author: Right, since this is my first time writing a fanfic, feel free to go ahead and rip parts of this to shreds. It is mainly out here for fun. After all, I need something to keep my sanity up. This fanfic will be avaliable on Spacebattles, Sufficent Velocity and Frozen in Carbonate, thought I might expand it to other sites, such as the main fanfic site at a later date. As for when I can get posts up, I don't know myself, but I will aim to get updates within around 3-4 days if I can. Do note that I am actively employed, I run a large RP and I am currently working on and awaiting responses for my first novel, so I can't guarentee rapid replies. Please don't prod me, I will get round to it!
Also, as a warning. This series will get dark at times. Sure there are a few laughs and heartwarming moments, but it is a dark setting. There will be curses and possible gore in here, although I will be always keep this SFW. Either way, you have been warned.
Now, without further ado...
Prologue
Where to begin?
There is alot I could talk to you about. I could tell you how most will tell you this story started. Waking up here, on this miserable lump of rock in the middle of nowhere. Or is it more metal than that? Hmph, I wouldn't be that surprised. Neither would you for that matter. I could tell you how some clambered out of the scrap and the junk. How some decided, in all of their tiny little minds, tried to kill whoever and whatever they came across. Sounds familar right? Or perhaps you would just expect it. I mean, you find yourself on a new world, with no one even remotely like yourself running around with no way back home? Why, of course someone is going to snap and try butchering people. Or maybe they were already just like that.
Well, it made sense to me.
Naturally, life finds a way to make sure everyone doesn't just automatically do the same thing. Some decided to band together, despite their differences, and fought back. Little tribes forming across the mountains of trash, the valleys and even the odd empty desert plain. Some of these tribes, scavenging whatever parts they could find, would form civilization. Well, the closest thing to a civilization given they were literally building it out of rusting metal and plastic. A whole world of it.
Perhaps I could tell you the old legends of how the Wandering Crane first appeared? Quite a literal one, at that. Or how the space hulk fell from the sky? Or the insane ramblings of those who entered the Vale and, somehow came back?
Maybe the first election?
But I'm not. Why? Because their are diaries filled with that kind of stuff all over the place. Nevermind the hundreds of little stories and myths and legends that lesser minded beings would end up spewing up. Like I said, that kind of stuff is everywhere.
Aim higher than that. I'm already doing so. I always have. And besides, actually building those civilizations has been done to hell and back.
And they are frankly fucking boring.
Besides, I was too busy trying to build a new body for myself, I wasn't really involved in that mess.
I'm going to tell you a better story... of how the civilization and the world that got built up began to fall apart. How the conflicts intensified. Of how old monsters were let loose. About scarcer and rarer resources and greater dangers, about how some of those simple minded souls would finally snap. About the chaos that unfolded, how friends struggled to find each other once more... and the treagedies that unfolded.
Why would I tell you this? Because I have a feeling you will be able to fully comprehend all of this. And someone needs to tell the story, as it happened, and not wrapped in a layer of lies, egomania and insanity.
Rich, coming from me. But hey, someone's got to do it.
Someone has to.
Who am I? Ha. I'm not going to say. I'll let you work it out. If you can.
In the meantime, sit back. Relax. Grab a drink. And listen well. I'm going to tell you the Tales from the Scrapyard.
There are many... but they're all part of the same story.
I'm going to tell you the story... of how that ruined world finally died...
Most amused regards,
D