In a world where giant crabs roam the surface one man tries to find where they came from.
The giant crabs just appears one day. That's illogical. Things don't magically appear, they must've come from somewhere. I was just curious when i first started searching for it. But so many people tried to stop me, I become more determined.
"You'll never find them." Bitch, I'll show you. I'll find them just because you said that.
"Just leave those kind of things to the smart people." What the fuck? You think I'm not smart?
"Bro, if you die can i get your car?" Fuck you Chad. I won't die before you do.
The journey was hard. I got lost, kidnapped, involved with some random cult and some government secret bullshit, stranded, engaged, tortured—not the bloody kind, amateur chefs are forcing me to eat their shitty crab dishes—adopted, and tortured some more. The bloody kind. But i persisted out of spite until i got here.
The spawn point.
I can see some giant coconut crabs feasting on a stranded whale. They tear the whale bit by bit to into their mouth. Normal coconut crabs are famous for splitting open coconuts and eating a lot, and they do eta meat. I have to be careful. If they find me, I'll die. NO I WON'T FUCK YOU CHAD.
I sneak past them to the shit in the air. Not literal shit. A ripple, a distortion, a glitch—whatever you'd call it—weird shit. In the air. And a giant crab appear from that, like going through a gate.
I check if my strapped camera is still recording. I can stop my journey here and come back to... no. I know what they will say if I stop here.
"What is that? A gate?"
"What's on the other side?"
"Why didn't you go in?"
"Coward lol"
Fuck you imaginary future!
I pass through the gate. No weird feeling like dizziness when I did that, or maybe I just didn't noticed it because what greeted me on the other side.
A giant crab falling from the sky, breaking its shell to pieces. A giant bird landed beside its twitchin body and start eating it alive.
Of course.
The crabs came to our world because they're running away from their predator. Birds, fishes, mammals... who doesn't like their meat? Even in our world they're hunted for their meat. But in our world, their chance of survival is higher.
Right now I'm facing the predator of giant ccrabs the predator of species that feast on our whales. The giant bird look at me like I'm dead meat.
Oh bitch, you don't.