On the northwest coast of a large earthling continent lays a pretty city surrounded by mountain ranges and warm sandy beaches. Its inhabitants function highly as far as carbon based sentient beings are concerned with a few notable exceptions during rush hour traffic and happy hour.
If one can zoom in a little closer through the sunshine one can see a fashionable area on the waterfront clustered with trendy condos and tall glistening buildings filled with reasonably beautiful sentient beings fresh from rush hour traffic and on their way to happy hour. A delightful scene. Except for one small area where if you possessed an Urp-O-Matic detection device you would see a blemish hiding in this idyllic picture. Blight on the otherwise flawless landscape of mindless human bliss. In a small pod like cave brimming with primordial ooze and festering dismay lies The Kranki. Once a vibrant member of this carbon based community The Kranki, through an innocent sushi purchase, came face to face with her arch nemesis, Overlord Salmonella. The Kranki never stood a chance against this formidable foe and her poor body quickly fell to Overlord Salmonella’s clutches. Dragged whimpering from her previous happy exstence The Kranki was lead on a relentless 12 hour journey through The Vomiting Mountain Ranges of Hurl. She then became completely disoriented in the deep dark
According to popular legend Overlord Salmonella only abuses its victims for a few days before casting off their dehydrated bodies for fresher prey but so far this is not in the case of The Kranki as 10 days later she is still firmly ensconced in the Impenetrable Tower of Nausea where only brackish tasting water passes her lips. The Vomiting Mountain Ranges of Hurl mock her from the distance while the Overlord lurks in the shadows.
With only Yoshi, the Paranoid Furdroid, as company The Kranki awaits patiently for release.
Anybody else ever been on an epic journey like this?