My Kirby fanfic. I could see the shortage. If you like, I'll update it.

mario maniac man · 06-12-2002, 05:23 PM

Kirby: Black Star

Prologue: A Hero Forgotten

A gentle wind of peace pervaded the warm, calm atmosphere of Dreamland. Dreamland was unlike any other place, in that it breathed dreams. They were a part of everyday life. They were recorded as soon as you woke up on the local message board. The town center, where the message board was posted, served as a gossip center for the good people of Dreamland. Whether it was a greedy dream or an untruthful dream, the whole town knew about it. If any citizen got ugly stares or was buttered up, they could be sure it was because of their dreams. Ever since Kirby and Dedede had defeated the Nightmare one hundred years earlier, Dreamland citizens had only happy dreams, if not always a tribute to society. Now though, Kirby was gone. Strangely, no one knew his death date, they just knew he was gone. Shortly after his victory over the Nightmare, he disappeared. Everyone worried for awhile, but when their peace was assured, they went about their businesses and Kirby became another page in the Dreamland history books, a hero long forgotten. Little did they know, a hero was going to be needed again soon, but how do you find a hero that has been gone for a century?

Chapter 1: Bad Dreams

A young Dreamlander slowly drifted into sleep, excited about the happy dreams that would inevitably follow. He woke up, not in a physical for, but in a mental form, the form of his dreams. He was living a dream. The crowds cheered as he stepped up to the plate in his favorite game, puff ball. Puff ball was played with a solid cloud and a cloud bat. Three bases and a score base tied the game together. He looked around, noticing that the bases were loaded. The pitcher gave his ambiguous signs to the catcher behind the Dreamlander. He was ready though, and if it had been any other night, the boy would have hit a puff run. It was a different night though. A dark one. The boy watched in horror as the crowd turned into dark clouds with wicked faces, mocking and booing him. The pitcher transformed into a hideous blue beast with horns, one eye, and a nose ring around his pig-like snout. The ball in his hand turned into a chomping mad beast that flew straight for the Dreamlander. It consumed him completely. He woke up, screaming loudly, drenched in sweat, along with the entire population of Dreamland.

“Order, order I say!” shouted the puffed up mayor of Dreamland. Recently elected, he was originally enthusiastic about his job. No sane Dreamlander would want to be the mayor when a catastrophe such as the previous night’s occurred, though. The city, barely recovering from their night of terror, exploded with anger, an apparent side-effect of the frightening bad dreams they had had.
“Let’s impeach him.”

“I say we string him by his puff.”

The befuddled mayor shouted out. “Good stars, that’s not necessary. Clearly, your anger is an unfortunate side-effect of the bad dreams you experience last night. Please, for all of our sakes, try to remain calm.”

“Maybe we could remain calm if we had stayed up all night like you and your good-for-nothing assistant,” cried an angry Dreamlander.

“Yeah!” a constant stream of voices agreed.

When rotten vegetables started flying on to the stage, the mayor vamoosed. Behind the curtains, the mayor shook himself, his white Kirby-like body drying instantly. Since the falling out between Dedede’s side and the Kirby side, only white versions of Kirby lived in Dreamland. It wasn’t a history he was proud of, but he wasn’t in any position to change it, especially during the current events. “Well…I think things went pretty well.” He laughed to show satire.

The assistant ignored it, “This is a serious problem. No bad dreams have invaded Dreamland since before…”

The mayor cut him off, “I know. Kirby’s victory over the Nightmare.”

The assistant pondered for a moment. “Do you suppose the Nightmare has returned?”

The mayor sat down, obviously shaken, “Impossible! Kirby blew up an entire part of the moon with him.”

The assistant stopped seeing that the mayor was shaken and shocked. Perhaps he had forgotten the hero’s efforts too. Perhaps they were needed again.

On the outskirts of Dreamland lay a barren wasteland full of survivors, or as the Dreamlanders called them, “rift raft.” Tents lined the dunes in this troublesome area called Wasteland. The last descendent of Gooey didn’t think so though. It was his home. Being a young one, he had been forced to cope without parents and without the knowledge of his heroic lineage. Of the already loathsome inhabitants of Wasteland, Gooey was probably considered the nastiest and vile, even though he wasn’t. After all, most Dark Matter puffs were criminals and thieves. No one would have guessed that the famous, at least he used to be, Gooey had left behind a great-great grandchild. Nevertheless, Google was a survivor. Then, came that day. A bunch of his tent neighbors threw him off, blaming him for their bad dreams, which he didn’t seem to have. So, as it went, he was forced to wander the vast wastelands of Wasteland alone and without food.

Darkness slithered along the camp like an ordinary shadow, taking the place of people’s shadows before moving on to the next one. “Finally,” it thought. “A body to inhabit.” It had taken him fifty years to make it back to Popstar and another ten years to find a Dark Matter being. “Now,” he laughed. “Kirby will die.”

Sixty years earlier: An excited popanout was going on his first moon mission. He checked out the gigantic hole in the side, like everyone did, at first. Then, it was the work of an hour to land on the magnificent object. Stepping off, he felt like Puff Armstrong, the first Dreamlander to land on the moon. “Except Kirby and his star rod, that is,” he thought.

After several hours of exploring he came to a decrescendo in the lunar surface, He stepped forward cautiously, hoping to dig, without his partner seeing him. Later, he had dug quite a distance, and it was time to return. He stuck his shovel in the hole for a sign of power, then left. Out of the hole crept a shadow, dark and evil. It laughed wickedly as it approached the popanout. The popanaut’s impending screams were cut off when the shadow lifted his helmet off, freezing him in place. The evil shadow did the same to the other popanout. Then, his journey towards Popstar was on the way. Not knowing how to drive the space shuttle, he made the journey across space on his own. Now, sixty years later, he was at the Wastelands.

After Gooey had wandered for days, living off small animals, he was about to give up. The desert was deathly dry and hot. So hot that his rich, blue skin had started to take on a red tint. His tongue lay out two full feet behind him, scraping the dusty floor. Because of his current diet though, his taste buds were too numb to taste the grainy sand. His mind was full of anger and hate, just what the evil shadow needed Google to do. Explode in hate. That would be the perfect chance for him. Hate and anger were his fuel. His bad dream spell nourished him by giving the people’s hate and anger for the mayor. Unfortunately for him, he needed a strong body. A Dark Matter puff would do nicely.

Ahead, Gooey, right before dropping to the desert floor, noticed a gray dot sticking out of the sand. He ran to it in a last-ditch effort to save his life. After a few minutes of running, he discovered that it was a hatch, leading down into something. The hatch was tight, but it wasn’t anything his tongue couldn’t take care of. The hatch came off easily. He followed a ladder down into a dark abyss, the shadow following him. After all, the shadow could possess him if he died too. The bottom of the ladder ended in a pitch black room, with no light switch. Luckily, Gooey had a light stick fueled by star power. When it came on, it revealed Kirby in a frozen block of ice. Gooey fainted in shock. This would have been the shadow’s perfect chance, but the sight of Kirby forced him to run far away.

To Be Continued…

06-14-2002, 07:30 PM

I have to say that this is a well written piece of fanfiction right here... Yes, very good...

Little known fact: Nintendo planned to include a baseball game in the Kirby Super Star Deluxe cartridge. They even finished it, but they decided to scrap the idea; KSS is baseball-less.

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- Don't let your mind wander. It's too small to be out on its own.

Fishmael · 06-17-2002, 06:52 PM

Very good Fanfiction, you did great.

07-13-2002, 10:50 AM

update fissure!!

07-13-2002, 11:25 AM

Kirb-e, he now puts his fanfic here:

http://www.crowleytool.com/mario

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It is coming... The third Fanfic is coming... *throws out a random quote from it*
I may scream, but I won't cry for Mommy again.
-WEAPON

07-13-2002, 06:28 PM

Alright!!!

06-12-2002, 05:23 PM	#1
mario maniac man Junior Member Join Date: Jun 2002 Posts: 32 Thanks: 0 Thanked 0 Times in 0 Posts	Kirby: Black Star Prologue: A Hero Forgotten A gentle wind of peace pervaded the warm, calm atmosphere of Dreamland. Dreamland was unlike any other place, in that it breathed dreams. They were a part of everyday life. They were recorded as soon as you woke up on the local message board. The town center, where the message board was posted, served as a gossip center for the good people of Dreamland. Whether it was a greedy dream or an untruthful dream, the whole town knew about it. If any citizen got ugly stares or was buttered up, they could be sure it was because of their dreams. Ever since Kirby and Dedede had defeated the Nightmare one hundred years earlier, Dreamland citizens had only happy dreams, if not always a tribute to society. Now though, Kirby was gone. Strangely, no one knew his death date, they just knew he was gone. Shortly after his victory over the Nightmare, he disappeared. Everyone worried for awhile, but when their peace was assured, they went about their businesses and Kirby became another page in the Dreamland history books, a hero long forgotten. Little did they know, a hero was going to be needed again soon, but how do you find a hero that has been gone for a century? Chapter 1: Bad Dreams A young Dreamlander slowly drifted into sleep, excited about the happy dreams that would inevitably follow. He woke up, not in a physical for, but in a mental form, the form of his dreams. He was living a dream. The crowds cheered as he stepped up to the plate in his favorite game, puff ball. Puff ball was played with a solid cloud and a cloud bat. Three bases and a score base tied the game together. He looked around, noticing that the bases were loaded. The pitcher gave his ambiguous signs to the catcher behind the Dreamlander. He was ready though, and if it had been any other night, the boy would have hit a puff run. It was a different night though. A dark one. The boy watched in horror as the crowd turned into dark clouds with wicked faces, mocking and booing him. The pitcher transformed into a hideous blue beast with horns, one eye, and a nose ring around his pig-like snout. The ball in his hand turned into a chomping mad beast that flew straight for the Dreamlander. It consumed him completely. He woke up, screaming loudly, drenched in sweat, along with the entire population of Dreamland. “Order, order I say!” shouted the puffed up mayor of Dreamland. Recently elected, he was originally enthusiastic about his job. No sane Dreamlander would want to be the mayor when a catastrophe such as the previous night’s occurred, though. The city, barely recovering from their night of terror, exploded with anger, an apparent side-effect of the frightening bad dreams they had had. “Let’s impeach him.” “I say we string him by his puff.” The befuddled mayor shouted out. “Good stars, that’s not necessary. Clearly, your anger is an unfortunate side-effect of the bad dreams you experience last night. Please, for all of our sakes, try to remain calm.” “Maybe we could remain calm if we had stayed up all night like you and your good-for-nothing assistant,” cried an angry Dreamlander. “Yeah!” a constant stream of voices agreed. When rotten vegetables started flying on to the stage, the mayor vamoosed. Behind the curtains, the mayor shook himself, his white Kirby-like body drying instantly. Since the falling out between Dedede’s side and the Kirby side, only white versions of Kirby lived in Dreamland. It wasn’t a history he was proud of, but he wasn’t in any position to change it, especially during the current events. “Well…I think things went pretty well.” He laughed to show satire. The assistant ignored it, “This is a serious problem. No bad dreams have invaded Dreamland since before…” The mayor cut him off, “I know. Kirby’s victory over the Nightmare.” The assistant pondered for a moment. “Do you suppose the Nightmare has returned?” The mayor sat down, obviously shaken, “Impossible! Kirby blew up an entire part of the moon with him.” The assistant stopped seeing that the mayor was shaken and shocked. Perhaps he had forgotten the hero’s efforts too. Perhaps they were needed again. On the outskirts of Dreamland lay a barren wasteland full of survivors, or as the Dreamlanders called them, “rift raft.” Tents lined the dunes in this troublesome area called Wasteland. The last descendent of Gooey didn’t think so though. It was his home. Being a young one, he had been forced to cope without parents and without the knowledge of his heroic lineage. Of the already loathsome inhabitants of Wasteland, Gooey was probably considered the nastiest and vile, even though he wasn’t. After all, most Dark Matter puffs were criminals and thieves. No one would have guessed that the famous, at least he used to be, Gooey had left behind a great-great grandchild. Nevertheless, Google was a survivor. Then, came that day. A bunch of his tent neighbors threw him off, blaming him for their bad dreams, which he didn’t seem to have. So, as it went, he was forced to wander the vast wastelands of Wasteland alone and without food. Darkness slithered along the camp like an ordinary shadow, taking the place of people’s shadows before moving on to the next one. “Finally,” it thought. “A body to inhabit.” It had taken him fifty years to make it back to Popstar and another ten years to find a Dark Matter being. “Now,” he laughed. “Kirby will die.” Sixty years earlier: An excited popanout was going on his first moon mission. He checked out the gigantic hole in the side, like everyone did, at first. Then, it was the work of an hour to land on the magnificent object. Stepping off, he felt like Puff Armstrong, the first Dreamlander to land on the moon. “Except Kirby and his star rod, that is,” he thought. After several hours of exploring he came to a decrescendo in the lunar surface, He stepped forward cautiously, hoping to dig, without his partner seeing him. Later, he had dug quite a distance, and it was time to return. He stuck his shovel in the hole for a sign of power, then left. Out of the hole crept a shadow, dark and evil. It laughed wickedly as it approached the popanout. The popanaut’s impending screams were cut off when the shadow lifted his helmet off, freezing him in place. The evil shadow did the same to the other popanout. Then, his journey towards Popstar was on the way. Not knowing how to drive the space shuttle, he made the journey across space on his own. Now, sixty years later, he was at the Wastelands. After Gooey had wandered for days, living off small animals, he was about to give up. The desert was deathly dry and hot. So hot that his rich, blue skin had started to take on a red tint. His tongue lay out two full feet behind him, scraping the dusty floor. Because of his current diet though, his taste buds were too numb to taste the grainy sand. His mind was full of anger and hate, just what the evil shadow needed Google to do. Explode in hate. That would be the perfect chance for him. Hate and anger were his fuel. His bad dream spell nourished him by giving the people’s hate and anger for the mayor. Unfortunately for him, he needed a strong body. A Dark Matter puff would do nicely. Ahead, Gooey, right before dropping to the desert floor, noticed a gray dot sticking out of the sand. He ran to it in a last-ditch effort to save his life. After a few minutes of running, he discovered that it was a hatch, leading down into something. The hatch was tight, but it wasn’t anything his tongue couldn’t take care of. The hatch came off easily. He followed a ladder down into a dark abyss, the shadow following him. After all, the shadow could possess him if he died too. The bottom of the ladder ended in a pitch black room, with no light switch. Luckily, Gooey had a light stick fueled by star power. When it came on, it revealed Kirby in a frozen block of ice. Gooey fainted in shock. This would have been the shadow’s perfect chance, but the sight of Kirby forced him to run far away. To Be Continued…

06-14-2002, 07:30 PM	#2
KirbyKing Guest Posts: n/a	I have to say that this is a well written piece of fanfiction right here... Yes, very good... Little known fact: Nintendo planned to include a baseball game in the Kirby Super Star Deluxe cartridge. They even finished it, but they decided to scrap the idea; KSS is baseball-less. ----- - Don't let your mind wander. It's too small to be out on its own.

06-17-2002, 06:52 PM	#3
Fishmael Senior Member Join Date: Jun 2002 Location: Palmdale, California Posts: 3,228 Thanks: 1 Thanked 0 Times in 0 Posts	Very good Fanfiction, you did great.

07-13-2002, 10:50 AM	#4
Kirb-E Guest Posts: n/a	update fissure!!

07-13-2002, 11:25 AM	#5
KirbyKing Guest Posts: n/a	Kirb-e, he now puts his fanfic here: http://www.crowleytool.com/mario ----- It is coming... The third Fanfic is coming... throws out a random quote from it I may scream, but I won't cry for Mommy again. -WEAPON