Hey Poptropicans, this is a guest post by Lucky Fish. Enjoy!
Hey Poptropicans! Lucky Fish here. Today I am going to be showcasing my new written version of Survival Island, featuring the story of Silent Goose as he is stranded in the northern mountains. But enough of my rambling, I now present:
The Story of Silent Goose: A Poptropica Tale
Chapter 1: Crash Landing
It was early. Around three-thirty in the morning. The Poptropica sky above Home Island was still dark, though the faintest hint of morning rested low on the horizon. Most of the few residents were still asleep in their houses, their windows dark and the walkways empty. The island, which was normally full of chatter and excitement during the day, was completely quiet.
Out of a small apartment above the New You store, stepped Silent Goose, a young Poptropican ready for an adventure.
He gently closed the door behind him, careful not to make a sound. Tonight, or rather, this very early morning, was important. Silent Goose was heading to Counterfeit Island to meet some friends, and he didn’t want to wake anyone before he left.
He wore a green shirt with a bright lightning bolt across the front and a pair of blue pants. A pair of round flying goggles were on his forehead, ready for the journey ahead. The cool morning air brushed across his face as he stepped into his large yellow blimp. The blimp drifted as he fell into it. Goose picked himself up, and headed west towards Counterfeit Island.
After about an hour, Silent Goose still saw no trace of the surrounding islands near Counterfeit Island. No Reality TV Island, Astro Knights Island, nothing. Maybe he went the wrong way. Then Goose looked up — the stars were gone. It couldn’t be morning just yet.
Suddenly, it began to rain. First lightly, then harder, and harder. The night was so dark, Goose hadn’t realized he had gone under a raincloud.
SILENT GOOSE: “Ugh. It’s too dark to see anything!”
Then it happened. A big light, and loud BOOM.
SILENT GOOSE: “Well… that can’t be good…”
Silent Goose had sailed straight into a thunderstorm by accident. The wind began to pick up, swinging his blimp from side to side. Suddenly, a huge crash of thunder struck near him. Goose was in danger. He had to get off of this blimp! He was too high up, and the rain was too thick to see anything below.
Then Goose remembered, there was a compartment below his blimp that would allow him to access an emergency parachute. The issue? It’s below the blimp.
Silent Goose thought for a minute if it was worth it to attempt to grab the parachute. But the thunder was getting worse. So he decided it was worth a shot.
Goose climbed over the side of the blimp, and climbed down the wooden ridges towards the base. There, a compartment sat. Goose tried to open it, but it was locked tight. Goose didn’t have the key.
Just then, a blast of thunder struck just next to the blimp, sending some wood-chips straight for Goose. Some landed in his shirt. Goose had an idea. He took a wood-chip, and used it to pick the lock. The door swung open, and the parachute fell out, getting caught by Silent Goose’s feet.
He lifted the parachute with his legs, and held onto it for dear life. Goose looked at his blimp one last time, and jumped. He quickly tugged the string and deployed the parachute. Above, a bolt of lightning struck the blimp directly, and it exploded into flames.
The parachute began to glide very far, and through the smoky clouds. Silent Goose could see the land below. A cold forest. Trees and trees for miles.
The parachute crashed hard into two trees, sending Silent Goose flying, landing on a hill. He tried to get up, but the snow was too slippery, and he began to slide down the small cliff, landing on a solid frozen pond. Everything went dark.
And that was part one of my story! If you are interested, the full version will (eventually) be posted on my blog here. I hope to split it into parts releasing whenever I see fit, with two versions for each part: one in novel form, and one in blog form. So far, I don’t know if I’m ever going to finish this project, but let’s hope I do… one day.
Thanks for reading! Have a great rest of your day!
Hope you enjoyed this guest post by Lucky Fish. If you did, you might also enjoy his My Place in Poptropica story about his Poptropica journey!
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