The New World was a lunatic's fever dream, a place where seas roared like dragons drunk on their own fury, skies spat rainbow lightning that cackled like a prankster, and islands pulsed with glowing vines that giggled and twirled as if they knew the punchline to a cosmic joke. On Solace Isle, a jagged chunk of volcanic rock in this ancient, untamed era, villagers in tattered furs hauled boulders across trembling earth, their chains rattling like a sad song under the boots of bronze-armored Overlords, the Tyrant Kings' enforcers. "Move it, you filthy rats!" bellowed Overlord Gorzod, his whip snapping like a thunderclap—only to flop like a soggy noodle, the tip curling into a goofy spiral. The ground beneath him wobbled like a jellyfish on a bender, sending him stumbling into a bush that giggled and bounced him back with a SPROING. "What in the Kings' blasted name?!" he roared, flailing to stand.
Then, with a BOOM that shook the heavens, a golden comet smashed into the village square, and the world lost its marbles. The ground turned to a giant trampoline, flinging villagers and Overlords skyward with cartoonish BOINGS that echoed like a festival gone rogue. Trees stretched and twirled into loopy spirals, their neon leaves wiggling like party streamers. Huts jiggled like pudding, their thatched roofs bouncing as if itching to dance. The air shimmered, rippling with laughter, and clouds twisted into grinning faces that winked at the chaos. The sea itself bobbed like a rubbery stew, waves slapping each other playfully. From the crater, a voice erupted—"WAHAHAHA!"—so bright it made the sun squint and the stars peek out early, as if crashing the party.
"OW! That was a nutso drop!" A teenager bounced out of the crater, landing with a SPROING that sent the ground rippling like a pond hit by a boulder. He was sixteen, tan as a roasted chestnut, with wild white hair like a starburst, wearing a ripped vest and shorts that looked like they belonged in another world. His smile was so huge it bent the air, making it wiggle like heat waves on a summer road. He patted his chest, eyes wide with confusion. "Wait a sec… I was dead, wasn't I? Smacked by a truck, lights out, kaput! Then… WHOOSH! I'm here?!" He yanked at his white hair, gawking at the strands. "White hair?! What's this?! But…" His confusion melted like ice in a volcano, and he grinned, bouncing again on the wobbling earth. "This is INSANE! Being alive again is SO DANG FUN!" His laugh sent the ground pulsing, making villagers tumble with giggles, their chains wobbling like rubber bands about to snap.
Villagers flailed, unable to stand as the earth bounced like a giant rubber ball. Overlords wobbled, their bronze armor warping into goofy helmets with floppy ears and googly eyes that jiggled. Gorzod staggered, hollering, "Who dares mock the Tyrant Kings, you snot-nosed brat?!" His spear twisted into a curly straw, slurping the air with a sad wheeze, and he faceplanted with a SPLAT that sent him bouncing into a tree that wiggled like a worm on a hook. Sunny blinked, then laughed so hard he doubled over, nearly falling into the bouncy ground. "I'm Sunny Elias! Just, y'know, fell from the stars!" His voice made the air jiggle, and a nearby boulder twisted into a grinning face that stuck out its tongue like a cheeky kid. "This place is a total riot! Why's everyone so mopey? Let's throw a party!" he shouted, his smile a hurricane of joy.
That smile was a tidal wave, crashing over the village. Chains on the villagers' wrists warped into bouncy vines, snapping free with POPS that sounded like fireworks at a festival. A kid's basket stretched into a rubbery balloon, soaring off with a squeak that made him giggle. Villagers gasped, then burst into laughter, bouncing like corks in a stormy sea. "What's going on?!" an old woman squeaked, cackling as she bobbed in the air, her shawl twisting into a flowery cape that fluttered like a happy flag. Sunny bounced higher, his white hair flopping like a wild cloud, his grin lighting up the island. "Wahahaha! Everything's stretchy and bouncy! This is the BEST THING EVER!" The ground pulsed, sending a hut wobbling into the sky like a beach ball, only to land with a goofy THUD that made everyone laugh harder.
At the village's edge loomed the Statue of Nika, a massive stone giant with a grin that could outshine the sun, its wild hair carved like flames dancing in a storm. The statue wobbled, its stone rippling like jelly, as if chuckling at the madness. Villagers whispered it was Nika, the First God, a legend so old even the Tyrant Kings trembled at its name. Kaya, a wiry girl with star-shaped shells tangled in her dark hair, clung to its base, clutching a star map carved on bark. She was supposed to sneak off tonight, sail away under the stars, but this grinning lunatic was turning the world into a bouncy nightmare! "IDIOT!" she yelled, bouncing despite herself, her feet slipping on the rubbery ground. "You're gonna get us all squashed!" Her star map twisted into a spiral, and she yelped, trying to flatten it with shaky hands. Sunny flipped mid-air, landing with a BOING that sent her soaring like a kite. His white hair gleamed as he grinned. "Squashed? Nah, this is way too fun!" The ground pulsed, and a tree curled into a giant rubber duck, quacking like it was in on the joke. Kaya's jaw dropped, her eyes bugging out like a cartoon. "What ARE you?!"
Sunny stretched his arm with a SNAP, snapping chains off an old man. The chains morphed into bouncing petals that danced like fireflies in the dusk. "There ya go, pops! Time to smile!" He spun, arms stretching like taffy in a candy shop, breaking more chains with a flick. "C'mon, you're all free! Let's BOUNCE!" His laugh made the air shimmer, and a villager's shovel warped into a pogo stick, sending him soaring with a whoop that echoed across the island. The villagers' fear melted like sugar in the rain, their laughter ringing as they bobbed like buoys in a rubbery sea. A kid's hat twisted into a bouncy star, and he chased it, giggling wildly as he bounced higher than the treetops.
Gorzod staggered up, roaring, "Summon the Bronze Vanguard!" His horn blared, but it warped into a goofy HONK that sounded like a clown's nose, and the ground flung him into a tree that wiggled like a noodle. A dozen armored warriors charged from the cliffs, but the earth wobbled, sending them tumbling like drunken bowling pins. Their bronze blades twisted into curly straws, slurping the air with sad little wheezes. Sunny's eyes lit up like fireworks on a festival night. "Ooh, more buddies? Let's play!" He pulled his arm back, coiling it like a spring, and the air rippled like a funhouse mirror gone wild. "Sun no… Sunny Punch!" His fist stretched, warping the air into a wiggly tunnel that giggled like a kid, and SLAMMED into a warrior, sending him bouncing through a rubbery cliff with a SPROING that shook the sky. "Wahahaha! This is NUTS!" The villagers cheered, bouncing so high they nearly touched the clouds, their chains now piles of bouncy flowers that danced in the breeze.
Kaya bounced out from behind Nika's statue, waving her warped star map like a flag in a storm. "You maniac! You're gonna bring the Tyrant Kings' whole fleet!" The ground flung her skyward, and she flailed, landing with a BOING that made her glasses slip down her nose. Sunny grinned, catching her with a stretchy arm that wobbled like jelly. "Fleet? We'll just bounce 'em into next week!Reborn life's too fun to stop!" His smile warmed the air, and her star map turned into a bouncy star-shaped toy, spinning like a top gone rogue. She screeched, clutching it, her face red as a sunset. His joy was a virus, infecting her despite her panic.
The Bronze Vanguard's captain, Torm, a hulking beast of a man with a crackling bronze blade, stumbled forward, barely standing on the wobbling ground. "Heretic! The Tyrant Kings will burn this island to ash!" He swung, unleashing a wave of jagged energy, but it warped into a floppy rainbow, splashing like spilled paint across the bouncy earth. Sunny laughed, his body inflating like a giant balloon, the ground bouncing so hard it sent villagers soaring with squeals of delight. "Cool trick!" He bounced, deflecting the rainbow with a BOING that sent it spiraling into the sky like a drunk comet. "Wahahaha!That tickled!!AHA—HAHAHAHAHA! I'm livin' the wildest dream!" The air shimmered, and a cloud twisted into a giant thumbs-up, as if the sky itself was cheering.
Kaya shouted, bouncing like a ball, "You're completely bonkers! They'll send War Beasts!" Sunny landed with a THUD, the ground wobbling like a wave, and grinned so wide it made the sea giggle. "Then we sail! Adventure's screamin' for us, Star Girl! You in?" He pointed at Nika's statue, its grin matching his, its stone bouncing like a rubber ball gone wild. "Nika's got the right idea, and I'm him!" The statue's arm wobbled, as if giving a high-five to the heavens.
Torm charged, but the ground flung him up like a ragdoll in a tornado. Sunny's legs stretched, wrapping him like taffy in a candy shop. "Sunny Spiral!" He spun, the air warping into a rubbery tornado that laughed like a kid, flinging Torm into the sea with a SPLASH that sent waves bouncing like jelly in a bowl. The Bronze Vanguard fled, their armor bouncing like beach balls, screaming, "It's Nika! The First God's real!" Villagers swarmed Sunny, bouncing with tears and laughter, their chains now piles of rubbery petals that danced like fireflies. "You freed us!" the old woman squealed, her cane now a spring that launched her skyward with a cackle that echoed across the island.
Sunny laughed, his white hair catching the sunlight as he bounced higher than anyone, his grin brighter than the sun itself. "Just doin' what makes me grin! This world's too awesome for frowns!" Kaya clung to her bouncy star map, torn between panic and the wild, warm fire of his smile. The ground pulsed, sending everyone soaring with a BOING, trees giggling like kids, huts wobbling like they were dancing, and the sea jiggling like it was invited to the grandest party in the New World. In the distance, a massive warship loomed, its serpent figurehead warping into a goofy grin, bobbing in the bouncy waves as if it, too, couldn't resist the fun.