The First Space Skybird
Apr. 28th, 2006 06:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grapegardenSo you know? The Casino Park music from "Sonic Heroes" fits "Balloon Fight" like, perfectly. Which brings me to another bit of world-shattering news: I've written Balloon Fight fanfiction. For ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pimmy_pim. Shut up, I've always wanted to anyway, and I think it would make a pretty cute fic considering the little ideas and bunnies, so nyah. At least you have more to work with Balloon Fight than say... um, Solitaire. XDDD;;; But anyhow, knock yourselves out, everyone! And Jonathan Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach is one of my favorite books ever. Which may or may not have to do where the title came from. *cough*
Also, if you're as humongoid a "Balloon Fight" fanatic as I am, I HIGHLY recommend that you play Balloon Duel from Newsgrounds. Seriously, this does much justice and adds a ten kajillion more fun to Balloon Fight itself! *_______________*I wonder if I should make a Personified*Shadow Balloon Fighter. *cough* I'm super sad my Mp3s don't seem to work on it anymore, though. Even when I try to update connections. :/
And no, I did not want to give the red guy in Balloon Fight a name. XDD;;; Though with the blue Two-Player, I kinda didn't have a choice. ^^;;;
Title: The First Space Skybird
Fandom: Balloon Fight (Read it and weep, f00ls~!)
Genre: General
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Ships: None
Finished: Yes
Some centuries ago, it was believed that Man could never fly to the moon. Some would go far as to say it never really happened. “It’s a hoax!” they’d say, filmed far away at a forgotten, dusty wasteland. But no skeptic could deny where they were now, and he found himself standing between another world.
The boy dreamed his entire life to fly. His father was a pilot, who long disappeared in an olive-green jet, but not before giving his son a thumb’s up, when he swooped like a hawk to the skies to the great beyond. The boy would climb to the tips of trees, the jets of cliffs, the peaks of mountains: he’d raise his head to the heavens, sucking the cool wind as they filled his lungs and his mind with ecstasy. He gazed over the patches of land and trees, and the bird of prey that cut the clouds, free to go wherever it wanted. Everybody dreamed of flying. It was a matter if you were dedicated enough to go this far for an impossible feat.
Once more, the boy found himself over the trees, the cliffs, the mountains… and head to the heavens. The world was squared in moss and olive dust, blue and peach stars twinkling like Christmas lights in an infinite black space. He gaped as a hand fell upon his shoulder, beady eyes blinking back beneath his helmet. His friend nodded back, the two of them clad in shiny suits to adjust to the planet’s atmosphere.
“I—It’s huge…” he murmured.
“That’s because you’re in space.” His friend answered. “This place is different here. They’re bound to bring a batch of their little friends…”
“Which means…?”
“It always helps to be prepared.” His friend raised his hand to his chin in thought. “The gravity is light enough. We just moon-walked our way here, going as far as bouncing all over this place…”
Two beings stepped upon nearby platforms, still as monoliths. Whether they were birds, or creatures similar to humans (or ARE humans), he couldn’t tell. But they certainly stared at the pair of visitors, like they wanted some sort of challenge…
“Um… Neil?”
“Hold still for a moment.” The boy’s friend had unwound some string, and carried a couple red balloons in his other hand, matching his partner’s suit. Hastily, but carefully, he wound the string beneath the boy’s chest, the balloons floating modestly behind like huge upside-down cherries. Meanwhile, the strangers worked their floating devices, they too attaching them to their backs like sour-green apples.
“Neil…? What are you doing!?”
“Listen to me.” His blue-suited partner leaned close to his ear. “Remember that dream you had? I’m not talking about going into space. We ARE in space. I’m talking about flying. Using your own wings, your own power…”
“Neil…”
“Don’t think about it. Just jump, and flap your arms like crazy! Whatever you do, just don’t get below anyone… now hurry! Jump!”
The boy had no choice as the creatures fled towards him, and found himself shot in the air, waving his arms like a frantic hen and lack of gravity pushing him upwards—! The balloons carried him still, and with his eyes scrunched tight, the boy began to open them, and relaxed his flapping—he was at least several feet above ground. It was true, he was flying!
He glanced down at his friend, who gave him the thumb’s up back. Adjusting himself, and learning to control his flight, the boy charged forward at the beings, who seemed to welcome him in his flight, if only temporarily before becoming his opponent in a popping party match. The realization of an abandoned dream had become reality, and thus, was the realization of a new beginning, a new challenge… of Balloon Fight.
pimmy_pim. Shut up, I've always wanted to anyway, and I think it would make a pretty cute fic considering the little ideas and bunnies, so nyah. At least you have more to work with Balloon Fight than say... um, Solitaire. XDDD;;; But anyhow, knock yourselves out, everyone! And Jonathan Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach is one of my favorite books ever. Which may or may not have to do where the title came from. *cough*Also, if you're as humongoid a "Balloon Fight" fanatic as I am, I HIGHLY recommend that you play Balloon Duel from Newsgrounds. Seriously, this does much justice and adds a ten kajillion more fun to Balloon Fight itself! *_______________*
And no, I did not want to give the red guy in Balloon Fight a name. XDD;;; Though with the blue Two-Player, I kinda didn't have a choice. ^^;;;
Title: The First Space Skybird
Fandom: Balloon Fight (Read it and weep, f00ls~!)
Genre: General
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Ships: None
Finished: Yes
Some centuries ago, it was believed that Man could never fly to the moon. Some would go far as to say it never really happened. “It’s a hoax!” they’d say, filmed far away at a forgotten, dusty wasteland. But no skeptic could deny where they were now, and he found himself standing between another world.
The boy dreamed his entire life to fly. His father was a pilot, who long disappeared in an olive-green jet, but not before giving his son a thumb’s up, when he swooped like a hawk to the skies to the great beyond. The boy would climb to the tips of trees, the jets of cliffs, the peaks of mountains: he’d raise his head to the heavens, sucking the cool wind as they filled his lungs and his mind with ecstasy. He gazed over the patches of land and trees, and the bird of prey that cut the clouds, free to go wherever it wanted. Everybody dreamed of flying. It was a matter if you were dedicated enough to go this far for an impossible feat.
Once more, the boy found himself over the trees, the cliffs, the mountains… and head to the heavens. The world was squared in moss and olive dust, blue and peach stars twinkling like Christmas lights in an infinite black space. He gaped as a hand fell upon his shoulder, beady eyes blinking back beneath his helmet. His friend nodded back, the two of them clad in shiny suits to adjust to the planet’s atmosphere.
“I—It’s huge…” he murmured.
“That’s because you’re in space.” His friend answered. “This place is different here. They’re bound to bring a batch of their little friends…”
“Which means…?”
“It always helps to be prepared.” His friend raised his hand to his chin in thought. “The gravity is light enough. We just moon-walked our way here, going as far as bouncing all over this place…”
Two beings stepped upon nearby platforms, still as monoliths. Whether they were birds, or creatures similar to humans (or ARE humans), he couldn’t tell. But they certainly stared at the pair of visitors, like they wanted some sort of challenge…
“Um… Neil?”
“Hold still for a moment.” The boy’s friend had unwound some string, and carried a couple red balloons in his other hand, matching his partner’s suit. Hastily, but carefully, he wound the string beneath the boy’s chest, the balloons floating modestly behind like huge upside-down cherries. Meanwhile, the strangers worked their floating devices, they too attaching them to their backs like sour-green apples.
“Neil…? What are you doing!?”
“Listen to me.” His blue-suited partner leaned close to his ear. “Remember that dream you had? I’m not talking about going into space. We ARE in space. I’m talking about flying. Using your own wings, your own power…”
“Neil…”
“Don’t think about it. Just jump, and flap your arms like crazy! Whatever you do, just don’t get below anyone… now hurry! Jump!”
The boy had no choice as the creatures fled towards him, and found himself shot in the air, waving his arms like a frantic hen and lack of gravity pushing him upwards—! The balloons carried him still, and with his eyes scrunched tight, the boy began to open them, and relaxed his flapping—he was at least several feet above ground. It was true, he was flying!
He glanced down at his friend, who gave him the thumb’s up back. Adjusting himself, and learning to control his flight, the boy charged forward at the beings, who seemed to welcome him in his flight, if only temporarily before becoming his opponent in a popping party match. The realization of an abandoned dream had become reality, and thus, was the realization of a new beginning, a new challenge… of Balloon Fight.
