Post by GropingYourTvSince1983 on Nov 19, 2015 3:10:18 GMT
Mr. Poofkins sat there on the warm summer day, sitting in his small area. He sniffed you air and growled at the nearby bushes knowing of the pikmin nearby. He heard some rustling and knew that they ran away. He didn't know of the war that was going on outside of the Tropical Wilds. He didn't know of the pikmin, and the dweevils. Neither the dragons nor the Koppaites. He just sat there without a care in the world, he didn't even have sentient thought or speech. Until, he fell into a vat of radioactive waste! ... Wait, what? ... Uh Huh... Ok, nevermind that's copyrighted. Ok then... I guess he just got struck on the head with a new gadget. It was a metal alloy of some sort and suddenly he started talking.
"Wow! This strange object must've given me the power to speak!"
Little did he know, he always could speak.... he was just an idiot... BTW the object was a tiny tin can
That is the back story of Mr. Poofkins. He hurried to his fellow bulborbs to tell them to follow them as they were going to war. TO BE CONTINUED
"Wow! This strange object must've given me the power to speak!"
Little did he know, he always could speak.... he was just an idiot... BTW the object was a tiny tin can
That is the back story of Mr. Poofkins. He hurried to his fellow bulborbs to tell them to follow them as they were going to war. TO BE CONTINUED