During one of my modules I was assigned to re tell a story of 3 little pigs in war zone settings. I had a great time writing the story as it allowed me to be creative and re write it in a different way. I post it here as I learnt that actually stories can be converted to game (DUH!) and also we can manipulate a story in a way that it fits better into a game.
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The Question: Re-tell the story of the 3 Little Pigs in a war
zone setting.
I was framed. I was framed by those
nasty three little pigs. They claimed that they were innocent and that I, THE BIG BAD WOLF destroyed their houses. Ok fine. I did destroy their houses, but I had my own
reasons. Well, let me tell you what actually happen in the three little pigs
story before I get accused for any other things
Well, not so long time ago, In Full Moon town, I was walking towards my
grandmother’s house. From a distance I could see that my grandmother’s house
was half destroyed. I started to panic. I ran towards her house and shouted
“Granny! Are you there?” For a moment, I could not hear anything.
My legs
started to feel wobbly and I could feel my heart pounding against my rib cage. I pull myself together and walked inside, in hopes of
searching for my grandmother. “Wolfy jr?” I turned around and saw my
grandmother crying. Her tears were flowing like a river. I hugged her and asked
her what happened.
She looked into my eyes and said “Those three pigs. They
destroyed my house by using stones and birds as a bomb. It’s them wolfy jr. I
saw the mark on their faces. They are back” The last phrase rang through my
mind. “They are back." Is that even possible? Bomb. Bird. Stones. Those. Three. Pigs.
About a decade ago,”The Lard city” which was known as the Pig's town, were causing
huge problems to human race. They destroyed homes and stole food from innocent families. After that, they fabricate the story in a way we
innocent wolf did it. I thought the human race will never believe that Pigs but they did.
Hence my father, Alpha wolfy, decided to capture them, so
that human will stop destroying our population by hunting us down and destroying our habitat. However, that battle was never easy. Many solider wolfs passed away. After a tough battle, Alpha wolfy managed
to capture all the pigs. Some pigs were dead. Some were captured alive.
My father wanted to embarrass the leaders of lard city by using a knife to slash a “w” across their foreheads. He held them down and carefully slashed "W" on their forehead. After going through the pain, my father let them leave Full Moon town so that every wolf would be able to laugh at them.
My father wanted to embarrass the leaders of lard city by using a knife to slash a “w” across their foreheads. He held them down and carefully slashed "W" on their forehead. After going through the pain, my father let them leave Full Moon town so that every wolf would be able to laugh at them.
Everything started to make sense. They are back to take revenge. I can’t waste
any more time. I have to do something about this. I sent my grandmother to a
safer place and decided to fight this battle by myself.
My father was the
leader and he made the mistake. I will do something about this now. After all I have to bare the mistakes he did. I received
the necessary information about the pigs. I immediately packed my bag and made my move to the town area where the pigs live.
It’s a good
thing that three pigs lives in separate houses but they are neighbours. As I am
the only one battling against them, it will be easier for me to take them down.
I decided to stay near the first pig’s house. He is such a silly pig. He lives
in a house that is made up of straws! I could just blow down the house.
I
decided to go to his house to borrow his tea set. However, he did not dare to
open his door. I got angry and blew down the house. The house collapsed and I
saw the first pig running towards the second pig’s house. I felt my blood
boiling and I slowly walk to the second pigs house. The second pigs house was
made of wood.
I let out a loud laughter. These silly pigs! I decided not be
polite anymore and used my stones and birds to break down the house. After
three birds and two stones later, the house was destroyed. I looked into the
house hungrily. Nobody was there. “Bam” a bird dropped and burst infront of me.
I flew to a corner. I looked up immediately, and saw a brick house. When I
looked carefully, I saw the three evil pigs behind the window snorting away.
I
got angry and started to throw birds across. In return, they threw stones. I
ran towards the house and dodge all the stones at the same time. I could not do
anything to destroy the pigs house. I threw as many birds as possible. It
simply didn’t work. I had no choice. I saw an army of pigs. There are too many
of them here. I had to make moves. I threw one last bomb before departing from
the scene. I have not lost the battle. The battle will go on.
This is the real
story. The pigs spiced up the story by telling everyone that I wanted to eat
them. How could they do such a thing? Honestly, I don’t eat raw pig meats. Oh
well what can I do? I was framed.
