This is the story of how Travis Touchdown ran away from his problems yet again. Or maybe this is the story of how he finally learned to confront them. I don’t know, this is only the starter.
I’ve probably mentioned this before, but Travis? Oh, he hated the beach. Absolutely despised the lot of them. You couldn’t convince the man to set foot on one. You couldn’t pay him. Hell, you couldn’t even seduce him onto one. Yes, you read that right.
So now, you’re probably wondering, “Why the grudge towards the sand and surf? And if he hated beaches so much, what was Travis doing on the debris-ridden Radiale coastline? Besides staring at something with exhaustion and... bitterness, I mean.” Well, reader, I’ll be answering those questions in reverse order. Y’know, for the sake of narrative flow. That cool with you? I’m being rhetorical, here. Doing it anyways.
See, Travis was still hot on the search for his friends / supporting cast. He’d covered most of Spirale, with... mixed results so far. Random results, at that. What with the city being in its current wrecked state, Travis didn’t have many ideas on places his compadres would frequent... Save for the marine-life-loving, astral asskicker: Star Platinum. So, our nerdy hero sucked it up, bit the bullet, and ventured towards our setting.
Now, for why Travis hated beaches?
Well, that would be the aforementioned “something” he’d been staring at.
A vision. A ghost from the past. An embodiment of the lengths the Crownless King’s mind would go to mess with him.
“Fucking gimme a break, already...”
@summersixth
