Post by Shoe on Oct 21, 2008 2:05:24 GMT -5
Well, I haven't been able to draw much, so I've decided to work up my Yoshi love with some good, old fashioned storytelling. The numbers in the brackets "[ ]" stands for the date of the latest update. As the title implies, I'm writing of what events might have happened during the game. The style may seem a bit childish, but I think it fits with the story. Keepin' it ripe, keepin' it real.
A quick note, though: I'm basing the yoshies in here off of those which I created long ago, including Toshi (Ice/Blizzard). Just for reference so confusion can hopefully be avoided. Well, constructive criticism is welcome, and I hope you enjoy this first bit!
Prologue
Yoshi's Island was always a peaceful place, and the natives were always a kind sort. However, it was not always how it is today. In fact, it was quite the opposite, once upon a time...
The natives of Yoshi's Island—the Yoshies, of course—were always happy, and one reason behind their eternal joy was the Super Happy Tree, a very special plant bearing the juiciest, yummiest, biggest, most beautiful fruit you could ever have seen. Very often, the Yoshies would gather around and have a big festival for no reason at all, and they would play games and tell jokes, but most importantly, they would eat until they could no more (and if you know better, you'd agree that Yoshies have a very big appetite).
They never expected what would happen one fateful day, however. They never expected strange monsters to come and uproot their precious tree, and pick up the entire thing and take it away. They never even knew that it happened, and before very long, they soon began to feel very strange.
They stopped dancing, began walking slower and slower until they felt so sad, they just fell where they stood with their white bellies on the ground. They no longer smiled, and you would be able to see in their eyes something that was not altogether very Yoshi-like. None of their eggs hatched either, and that made them all the more hopeless. Those willing enough went to see the Super Happy Tree, and it was then that they found it was not there at all.
“Where is it?!” they panicked, “Where is our beautiful, wonderful tree?!”
They did not know what to do, and they began to worry and cry. However, in a darker part of the island not too far away, where the trees grow tightly and tall, there was a nest of six eggs, each a different color. They bobbed up and down, and if the brush was not so tight around them, you might have been able to hear them singing in their shells. How they were not affected by the curse was a curiosity most puzzling. Perhaps the brush they were hidden in was enchanted? Perhaps their parents knew a bit of magic and foresaw these events, then cast a charm on their nest to save their young? But, now their parents are nowhere in sight, and the eggs just bob along to their happy song. Until...
A wonderful crackling sound! To ever see a Yoshi hatching is a dream of many from the distant lands of the Mushroom Kingdom, for baby Yoshies are at their cutest, and also at their happiest. This is what was happening, no doubt about it—the Yoshies were hatching!
Pop! Out came a blue Yoshi with the brightest eyes you could ever have seen, yet almost immediately, a pink followed with eyes just as bright! They looked at each other curiously, but then, both of them smiled wide under their big, round noses. Yet, they did not move from their shells. Instead, they waited for their other siblings to hatch as well...
Over the next week, the others hatched one by one. Not but an hour after the pink Yoshi came one with yellow scales. The next day, a light blue, and two days after, a red. They waited and waited for their last little sibling to come out, but he seemed to like it just fine in his little green polka-dot egg.
“Come on out, little brother or sister!” urged the red one, “See how pretty it is outside!”
The egg merely shook, as if shaking its head, then it continued its merry way, bobbing up and down and singing a jolly tune. Such an independent spirit this little one had, but surely he would have to hatch some day soon, for the toddlers had nothing but wild berries to snack on, and that was not very filling for a growing Yoshi at all.
“Hey!” shouted the blue Yoshi as he tapped on the egg, “I hatched first, so you have to mind me! Do as I say and come on out!”
That only made things worse, however, and the egg bobbed more fiercely and sang more loudly, as if it were trying to drown out its eldest brother's pleas.
“Please come out,” plead the pink one with a soft and shy voice, “We want to see what you look like!”
As far as Yoshies go, they don't share much variety in their features other than color, but these babies were of a different sort. The red was much taller than the rest, the pink was much smaller; the yellow looked strong and fit, the light blue was skinny and meek; the blue was a tad tubby compared to the rest, though not enough to overweigh them.
Then, it seemed that the light blue came up with a solution, and he shouted, “Wow! What an amazing thing! I've never seen anything like it before!”
His siblings looked at him with puzzled faces, as their brother was looking at nothing but the egg as he shouted to the trees above. It was not long before the yellow caught on, however, for he was quite smart for his size. “Oh, yes, brother! What a wonderful amazement this is! I could look at it all day!”
The egg gradually slowed until he was no longer bobbing. “What could they be looking at?” he asked himself. “If only I could see!”
The others had finally caught on to their brothers' plan and joined in chortling and awing at a false wonder. After a while of this, the egg finally had enough, and the others all gasped and were silent at the wonderful sounds coming from the egg, hatching in that moment.
Pop! Out came a green yoshi, of course, and though he was quite agitated at first, he looked around him in awe. Broad leaf plants of all sorts of colors, from blues to violets to reds, were surrounding him. His eyes were wide and his jaw hung low as he stared in wonderment. “Wow! You were right, this place ispretty!”
The babies all cheered and got up to stretch. Their tummies then rumbled, unsatisfied with berries, so they all decided, “Hey, lets go find grapes and cherries!”
And so, they all popped out of their nest and into the outside world, but very soon they realized all was not right. Quite quickly they became very sad, and the sun was shining, but it was ever so dull. They retreated to their nest and contemplated on the problem at hand.
“What will we do?” cried the green with fear. “Where's all the love and the joy and cheer?”
“I'm not sure,” said the red, “Something's not right! We were so happy in here, so what made us so sad out there?”
“Quite the conundrum,” commented the yellow as he scratched his head.
“So, what do we all do, then? Just sit here and cry?” asked the blue.
“No!” the lighter suddenly shouted, “We're not giving up, there's a reasonable explanation! Let's all just think of happy things and spread the cheer! Maybe then we can find out what's wrong with our home!”
The others pondered this outlandish idea, but before very long, it seemed like the right thing to do after all. They all then thought of juicy fruit, fluffy clouds, and bright stars in the heavens above, and they were content.
“This isn't so hard!” said the pink one with glee, “Maybe we can do this after all!”
“That's the spirit!” cheered the light blue once more, “Just stay positive and happy, and we'll be out of this mess before we know it!”
And so, the six little Yoshies left the safety of their enchanted nest, and though the scariness about them made them doubt, they just thought about sugar cane and watermelons, and they were happy once more.
They walked and wondered as they passed their kin who were lying about, moaning and pouting. They went up to each one and asked them for help, but they just looked at the babies and cried.
“This isn't cool!” shouted the blue with dismay, “Nobody's listening! They're just lying around!”
“Don't worry—uh—” the green trailed off. He pondered for a moment, then said aloud, “What are our names? We can't just call one another 'brother' or 'sister' forever!”
They never thought of that. They didn't have any names at all! What an unfortunate circumstance!
“I'm the first born, so I'm the boss!” the blue started, “Just call me Boshi!”
“Call me Trenshi,” said the yellow one second.
“Chishi sounds cute!” the pink then followed.
“I don't know,” began the red, “How about Don? Donshi sounds neat!”
“What about me?” thought the light blue to himself, “Toshi might fit.”
“Yoshi!” shouted the green with glee.
“How original,” commented Boshi.
They thought a little more, then they all decided their names were set. They memorized each other's, then went about their way. They passed many more who were sad and dreary until they came upon a clearing in a forest where a dozen more were. They asked each one, but none of them replied. But then little Yoshi found one who wasn't so shy...
“What's going on here?” asked Yoshi to a blue.
“It was,” she began with a stutter, “The Koopa Prince, Baby Bowser. He stole our most sacred tree, and now a foul spell has fallen o'er our fair island. Nothing to do. We're all going to cry, or worse yet, we may just die.”
“Don't say that!” Toshi did shout. “Where does he live? We'll teach him a lesson!”
“You?” she questioned with doubt, “But, you're all just hatchlings, just barely able to walk!”
“We can do a lot more than that!” shouted Boshi angrily, and he jumped up in there air, and with a somersault, came back down to the ground with a, “Brrrring—HA!”
His siblings staggered and some fell over with the shaking that emanated from Boshi's ground-pound. The blue Yoshi was then quite surprised and said, “Maybe I'm wrong, maybe you can. Just be careful, and don't get down. The Toadies are prowling all about the island, and if they see you meddling in their master's business, they may very well take you away and throw you in the dungeon of his castle. Yoshies are strongest when they are happy, but are as weak as a feather when they're feeling blue...no pun intended.”
“We understand,” said the yellow with a nod.
“Good, then just follow that road there, and look for the trail of ffruit,” she explained. “It may be danerous, but I'm certain you might save us, yet. It's only a matter of time before I, too, succumb to this terrible curse.”
“We'll do it!” said Boshi confidently. “We'll get that meanie for sure!”
“But, how?” questioned Chishi.
“We'll stick together,” the others cried, “and stomp his Baby Bowser hide!”
And so, it was settled, the six took off, on the first grand adventure in a long, long time. What perils might they come across? What things might they see? Most were excited, though some were quite wary and frightened. But, again they thought of joyful things, and they carried on down the path, laughing and singing all the while.
A quick note, though: I'm basing the yoshies in here off of those which I created long ago, including Toshi (Ice/Blizzard). Just for reference so confusion can hopefully be avoided. Well, constructive criticism is welcome, and I hope you enjoy this first bit!
Prologue
Yoshi's Island was always a peaceful place, and the natives were always a kind sort. However, it was not always how it is today. In fact, it was quite the opposite, once upon a time...
The natives of Yoshi's Island—the Yoshies, of course—were always happy, and one reason behind their eternal joy was the Super Happy Tree, a very special plant bearing the juiciest, yummiest, biggest, most beautiful fruit you could ever have seen. Very often, the Yoshies would gather around and have a big festival for no reason at all, and they would play games and tell jokes, but most importantly, they would eat until they could no more (and if you know better, you'd agree that Yoshies have a very big appetite).
They never expected what would happen one fateful day, however. They never expected strange monsters to come and uproot their precious tree, and pick up the entire thing and take it away. They never even knew that it happened, and before very long, they soon began to feel very strange.
They stopped dancing, began walking slower and slower until they felt so sad, they just fell where they stood with their white bellies on the ground. They no longer smiled, and you would be able to see in their eyes something that was not altogether very Yoshi-like. None of their eggs hatched either, and that made them all the more hopeless. Those willing enough went to see the Super Happy Tree, and it was then that they found it was not there at all.
“Where is it?!” they panicked, “Where is our beautiful, wonderful tree?!”
They did not know what to do, and they began to worry and cry. However, in a darker part of the island not too far away, where the trees grow tightly and tall, there was a nest of six eggs, each a different color. They bobbed up and down, and if the brush was not so tight around them, you might have been able to hear them singing in their shells. How they were not affected by the curse was a curiosity most puzzling. Perhaps the brush they were hidden in was enchanted? Perhaps their parents knew a bit of magic and foresaw these events, then cast a charm on their nest to save their young? But, now their parents are nowhere in sight, and the eggs just bob along to their happy song. Until...
A wonderful crackling sound! To ever see a Yoshi hatching is a dream of many from the distant lands of the Mushroom Kingdom, for baby Yoshies are at their cutest, and also at their happiest. This is what was happening, no doubt about it—the Yoshies were hatching!
Pop! Out came a blue Yoshi with the brightest eyes you could ever have seen, yet almost immediately, a pink followed with eyes just as bright! They looked at each other curiously, but then, both of them smiled wide under their big, round noses. Yet, they did not move from their shells. Instead, they waited for their other siblings to hatch as well...
Over the next week, the others hatched one by one. Not but an hour after the pink Yoshi came one with yellow scales. The next day, a light blue, and two days after, a red. They waited and waited for their last little sibling to come out, but he seemed to like it just fine in his little green polka-dot egg.
“Come on out, little brother or sister!” urged the red one, “See how pretty it is outside!”
The egg merely shook, as if shaking its head, then it continued its merry way, bobbing up and down and singing a jolly tune. Such an independent spirit this little one had, but surely he would have to hatch some day soon, for the toddlers had nothing but wild berries to snack on, and that was not very filling for a growing Yoshi at all.
“Hey!” shouted the blue Yoshi as he tapped on the egg, “I hatched first, so you have to mind me! Do as I say and come on out!”
That only made things worse, however, and the egg bobbed more fiercely and sang more loudly, as if it were trying to drown out its eldest brother's pleas.
“Please come out,” plead the pink one with a soft and shy voice, “We want to see what you look like!”
As far as Yoshies go, they don't share much variety in their features other than color, but these babies were of a different sort. The red was much taller than the rest, the pink was much smaller; the yellow looked strong and fit, the light blue was skinny and meek; the blue was a tad tubby compared to the rest, though not enough to overweigh them.
Then, it seemed that the light blue came up with a solution, and he shouted, “Wow! What an amazing thing! I've never seen anything like it before!”
His siblings looked at him with puzzled faces, as their brother was looking at nothing but the egg as he shouted to the trees above. It was not long before the yellow caught on, however, for he was quite smart for his size. “Oh, yes, brother! What a wonderful amazement this is! I could look at it all day!”
The egg gradually slowed until he was no longer bobbing. “What could they be looking at?” he asked himself. “If only I could see!”
The others had finally caught on to their brothers' plan and joined in chortling and awing at a false wonder. After a while of this, the egg finally had enough, and the others all gasped and were silent at the wonderful sounds coming from the egg, hatching in that moment.
Pop! Out came a green yoshi, of course, and though he was quite agitated at first, he looked around him in awe. Broad leaf plants of all sorts of colors, from blues to violets to reds, were surrounding him. His eyes were wide and his jaw hung low as he stared in wonderment. “Wow! You were right, this place ispretty!”
The babies all cheered and got up to stretch. Their tummies then rumbled, unsatisfied with berries, so they all decided, “Hey, lets go find grapes and cherries!”
And so, they all popped out of their nest and into the outside world, but very soon they realized all was not right. Quite quickly they became very sad, and the sun was shining, but it was ever so dull. They retreated to their nest and contemplated on the problem at hand.
“What will we do?” cried the green with fear. “Where's all the love and the joy and cheer?”
“I'm not sure,” said the red, “Something's not right! We were so happy in here, so what made us so sad out there?”
“Quite the conundrum,” commented the yellow as he scratched his head.
“So, what do we all do, then? Just sit here and cry?” asked the blue.
“No!” the lighter suddenly shouted, “We're not giving up, there's a reasonable explanation! Let's all just think of happy things and spread the cheer! Maybe then we can find out what's wrong with our home!”
The others pondered this outlandish idea, but before very long, it seemed like the right thing to do after all. They all then thought of juicy fruit, fluffy clouds, and bright stars in the heavens above, and they were content.
“This isn't so hard!” said the pink one with glee, “Maybe we can do this after all!”
“That's the spirit!” cheered the light blue once more, “Just stay positive and happy, and we'll be out of this mess before we know it!”
And so, the six little Yoshies left the safety of their enchanted nest, and though the scariness about them made them doubt, they just thought about sugar cane and watermelons, and they were happy once more.
They walked and wondered as they passed their kin who were lying about, moaning and pouting. They went up to each one and asked them for help, but they just looked at the babies and cried.
“This isn't cool!” shouted the blue with dismay, “Nobody's listening! They're just lying around!”
“Don't worry—uh—” the green trailed off. He pondered for a moment, then said aloud, “What are our names? We can't just call one another 'brother' or 'sister' forever!”
They never thought of that. They didn't have any names at all! What an unfortunate circumstance!
“I'm the first born, so I'm the boss!” the blue started, “Just call me Boshi!”
“Call me Trenshi,” said the yellow one second.
“Chishi sounds cute!” the pink then followed.
“I don't know,” began the red, “How about Don? Donshi sounds neat!”
“What about me?” thought the light blue to himself, “Toshi might fit.”
“Yoshi!” shouted the green with glee.
“How original,” commented Boshi.
They thought a little more, then they all decided their names were set. They memorized each other's, then went about their way. They passed many more who were sad and dreary until they came upon a clearing in a forest where a dozen more were. They asked each one, but none of them replied. But then little Yoshi found one who wasn't so shy...
“What's going on here?” asked Yoshi to a blue.
“It was,” she began with a stutter, “The Koopa Prince, Baby Bowser. He stole our most sacred tree, and now a foul spell has fallen o'er our fair island. Nothing to do. We're all going to cry, or worse yet, we may just die.”
“Don't say that!” Toshi did shout. “Where does he live? We'll teach him a lesson!”
“You?” she questioned with doubt, “But, you're all just hatchlings, just barely able to walk!”
“We can do a lot more than that!” shouted Boshi angrily, and he jumped up in there air, and with a somersault, came back down to the ground with a, “Brrrring—HA!”
His siblings staggered and some fell over with the shaking that emanated from Boshi's ground-pound. The blue Yoshi was then quite surprised and said, “Maybe I'm wrong, maybe you can. Just be careful, and don't get down. The Toadies are prowling all about the island, and if they see you meddling in their master's business, they may very well take you away and throw you in the dungeon of his castle. Yoshies are strongest when they are happy, but are as weak as a feather when they're feeling blue...no pun intended.”
“We understand,” said the yellow with a nod.
“Good, then just follow that road there, and look for the trail of ffruit,” she explained. “It may be danerous, but I'm certain you might save us, yet. It's only a matter of time before I, too, succumb to this terrible curse.”
“We'll do it!” said Boshi confidently. “We'll get that meanie for sure!”
“But, how?” questioned Chishi.
“We'll stick together,” the others cried, “and stomp his Baby Bowser hide!”
And so, it was settled, the six took off, on the first grand adventure in a long, long time. What perils might they come across? What things might they see? Most were excited, though some were quite wary and frightened. But, again they thought of joyful things, and they carried on down the path, laughing and singing all the while.
