Artist:Melma

It all came together one night when Scotty Thundernuts, local guitar Splinter (read : Not Shredder) was taking down street punks at the local fight factory. He observed that one of his fellow warriors, Chadivarius the 3rd, was pinned underneath a giant flaming cello. Scotty had seen him at work, and liked his moves. So he grunted : "I like your moves, Chad". Energized by the compliment, Chad leaped from beneath the wreckage; thundering into motion like a steam engine covered in fudge. "You had me at hello, chap", he said in a voice thick with intrigue, and they shook hands. Having negotiated their way out of the battlezone, using fists and music where appropriate, the two came upon a grizzled veteran ; a pilot from a war long past. Beneath a dark fringe of hair that spoke of a hard life nearly at it's end, and shifty eyes that were visibly sizing up the new competition, was a fiery passion to upstage both Scotty Thundernuts and his new companion. The pilot spoke through his teeth, ...