Adapa was not the first of his kind, or even the only one from his species in existence. Adapa was actually the 147th generation, he himself having never been born in a laboratory, but born naturally out in the wild after the time of his great ancestors who originated from the stars and were brought as slaves to the continent around 3,500 years ago in tiny cages to be used as lab rats in sapien genetic experiments. The true origin of Adapa's species was obscure, but they spoke Galactic Common and learned to preserve their history through oral myths and legends, albeit not entirely historically accurate as the stories seemed to evolve and change for 147 generations afterwards. Adapa knew the stories, but his adaptation of the mythology left more questions than answers, for his version of the Creation Myth started not in a science lab or a great banyan-like tree, but with a very simple cosmic egg.
Or rather, an acorn...
One day an acorn fell from a tree and was split open. From out of the acorn emerged the first therianthrope, the ancestor of plesiadapis and all other mammals including primates, lemurians, koalas, nagapies, lorises, squirrels, possums, mice, armadillos, platypuses, raccoons, rabbits and all other rodential creatures. At first they lived in harmony, until the giants came down from heaven and destroyed their world, using science to enslave them and torture them, wiping out entire species and habitats as they abducted and murdered everything, doing all sorts of evil experiments and even forcing them to interbreed. This episode continued for over 500 years until one day, there was a great flood that forced some land-walking reptiles into their territory. A great war ensued, but the aliens used superior advanced technology to suppress the giant lizards and continue their operations.
Soon the monsters were mixing reptile DNA with mammal DNA, along with their own sapien genomes to create artificially inseminated eggs which hatched chimaeras and hybrid life forms in their creepy white laboratories. The first slave race was invented and kept in glass containers for observation. There were many glass tanks and cages, but it wasn't Adapa's species that triggered the events that freed them all from enslavement. It was the Great Goddess, a reptile far more predatorial and intelligent than any squirrel or rodent. The bipedal raptor had figured out how to observe and communicate. It was even slightly capable of mimicking other species with its unique vocal adaptations, and had managed to sabotage the facility where it was contained by aliens who were trying to study its intelligence.
All hell broke loose as soon as the door locks were opened. Despite all of their intelligence and advanced technology, the monsters were not expecting the Xamoyoan raptors to escape and sabotage the scientific research center. They went after the largest and easiest prey at first, which included the aliens who had been experimenting on them. But once these sapiens were hunted to extinction and food became scarce, they started looking for ways to break through the metal cages and glass tanks that harvested other smaller life forms. Of course, Adapa's version of the story was slightly different. But it still contained elements of actual truth, for the small rodent-like survivor had been taught a mythology which reflected somewhat of an accurate history, based on very ancient events that did in fact happen 3,500 years ago and for which there remained certain evidence, albeit very scarce, located precisely in the Xamoyos Wilds where such events were said to have taken place. Adapa's species had survived, but how they managed to escape was left entirely up to the imagination.
Home sweet home...
3,500 years later after 147 generations of tiny loris-like rodents that managed to survive in the jungle, Adapa beheld a remote and secluded metropolis of hollow-tree architecture, the inner makings of a tiny city or kingdom that he himself had helped to create using tiny little teeth. Like a badger or woodchuck, his species possessed the inbourne skill of lumber jacking, woodworking, carpentry and interior design. Adapa was an architect, sort of. It was all much more crudely built and probably more exaggerated in his tiny little brain than others might imagine. But the squirrelly hominid was nevertheless impressed by his own opposable involvement in such a humongous project. This hollow oasis was the center of Adapa's animal kingdom, the very capital and birthplace of his immediate family. It was the only true place in the entire jungle, the entire continent, the entire planet, perhaps even the entire universe or Multiverse that gave the little guy any sense of security and feeling of any comfort. This was the Tree, the heart of the jungle, the belly of the whale. It was the only place he felt safe, and even then, he only felt a little bit safe.
Adapa still recalled his old neighbors, a pair of plesiadapiform-like squirrelish rodents much like himself who had fashioned a rabbit-skin canoe and ventured out into the murky marshlands in search of adventure. Hoping to discover new lands and return home as famous adventurers, they instead found remnants of a lost civilization. Perhaps it belonged to the same aliens who created Adapa's species, or maybe to someone else. But they stumbled across some kind of decomposing battery or broken nuclear device that had been chewed upon and ditched into the swamp, and which the pair of travellers had coincidentally stumbled upon. Their fate remains a mystery, but it is believed that they may have died, possibly drowning in the mucky water or being eaten by a large predator. Remnants of their broken canoe had been found, along with a monologue of their adventures and discoveries, but no bodies were ever recovered. Instead, the rescuers encountered a small tribe of viscous green goblins which were very aggressive and caused them to abandon their rescue mission.
Adapa still travelled to the swamps from time to time, despite warnings to stay away. He never saw a goblin before, or a gnome, but he had often heard warnings about their existence. All of these tales were Native Xamoyos legends, ancient oral stories designed to frighten adolescent rodents as far as he was concerned. He understood the moral and ethical implications and life lessons concealed in the mythology, but it never occurred to Adapa that such stories might be based in truth. Adapa sniffed the air again and suddenly jolted, as if some unplanned body spasm had caused him to leap unexpectedly from one wall to another, in an unnecessarily acrobatic half-cartwheel spin kickflip. He didn't smell or sense anything. But instead, it was as if he had been spooked by his own shadow. Adapa's impulsive trigger motion was not the result of some primeval fear or survival mechanism. In fact it was much worse. Much much worse.
Adapa was genetically created...
He scratched and batted at the wall, and vigorously stomped his hind leg several times impulsively, tapping his foot on the wooden floor rapidly and making many light thud sounds in rapid succession. This strange abnormal behavior seemed to represent signs of excitement and climatic impulse in animals with his sort of intelligence. Almost as if he was experiencing some kind of nerve response, Adapa started chirping and barking unexpectedly, almost appearing to squeak comically at the interior wooden surface in front of him. A dormant wooden surface that had not said or done anything to merit such a response from the boxing animal, which suddenly cussed at the blank wall in front of him as he touched it with his nose.
"Tchs tchs chs cht tchs! Ssst!"
Adapa hissed and stared at the blank wooden wall, his eyes widened as he sniffed the surface. Did it just move? That was the question his mind conjured up at the moment. But no. Inanimate objects don't generally do anything at all unless physically moved around by some intelligent life force. The simple fact of the matter was that Adapa was hallucinating, imagining or reacting to something that didn't even actually exist. He forgot instantly, however, and proceeded to unpack his things before running back up to the surface, poking his tiny little head out of the entrance to his kingdom to look around again.
Adapa was not even the king, or ruler of his domain. In fact, he was only one of several hundred commoners which inhabited the banyan-like tall tree which grew in the shrouded claws. He did stem from nobility, but so did everyone else from his innumerable family, as he glanced around before stepping back outside on to the thick long tree branch that partially concealed the tiny hole to his domain. He bolted down the tree vertically, hopping from branch to branch, running upside down it would seem with his head below his tail on all fours. Adapa noticed that despite all the swift and major events that had happened, the large Xamoyoan turtle named Treda had barely moved. She was still at the base of the tree, processing thoughts in her head as Adapa descended from the bark of the tree and froze stiffly upon seeing her.
Or rather, an acorn...
One day an acorn fell from a tree and was split open. From out of the acorn emerged the first therianthrope, the ancestor of plesiadapis and all other mammals including primates, lemurians, koalas, nagapies, lorises, squirrels, possums, mice, armadillos, platypuses, raccoons, rabbits and all other rodential creatures. At first they lived in harmony, until the giants came down from heaven and destroyed their world, using science to enslave them and torture them, wiping out entire species and habitats as they abducted and murdered everything, doing all sorts of evil experiments and even forcing them to interbreed. This episode continued for over 500 years until one day, there was a great flood that forced some land-walking reptiles into their territory. A great war ensued, but the aliens used superior advanced technology to suppress the giant lizards and continue their operations.
Soon the monsters were mixing reptile DNA with mammal DNA, along with their own sapien genomes to create artificially inseminated eggs which hatched chimaeras and hybrid life forms in their creepy white laboratories. The first slave race was invented and kept in glass containers for observation. There were many glass tanks and cages, but it wasn't Adapa's species that triggered the events that freed them all from enslavement. It was the Great Goddess, a reptile far more predatorial and intelligent than any squirrel or rodent. The bipedal raptor had figured out how to observe and communicate. It was even slightly capable of mimicking other species with its unique vocal adaptations, and had managed to sabotage the facility where it was contained by aliens who were trying to study its intelligence.
All hell broke loose as soon as the door locks were opened. Despite all of their intelligence and advanced technology, the monsters were not expecting the Xamoyoan raptors to escape and sabotage the scientific research center. They went after the largest and easiest prey at first, which included the aliens who had been experimenting on them. But once these sapiens were hunted to extinction and food became scarce, they started looking for ways to break through the metal cages and glass tanks that harvested other smaller life forms. Of course, Adapa's version of the story was slightly different. But it still contained elements of actual truth, for the small rodent-like survivor had been taught a mythology which reflected somewhat of an accurate history, based on very ancient events that did in fact happen 3,500 years ago and for which there remained certain evidence, albeit very scarce, located precisely in the Xamoyos Wilds where such events were said to have taken place. Adapa's species had survived, but how they managed to escape was left entirely up to the imagination.
Home sweet home...
3,500 years later after 147 generations of tiny loris-like rodents that managed to survive in the jungle, Adapa beheld a remote and secluded metropolis of hollow-tree architecture, the inner makings of a tiny city or kingdom that he himself had helped to create using tiny little teeth. Like a badger or woodchuck, his species possessed the inbourne skill of lumber jacking, woodworking, carpentry and interior design. Adapa was an architect, sort of. It was all much more crudely built and probably more exaggerated in his tiny little brain than others might imagine. But the squirrelly hominid was nevertheless impressed by his own opposable involvement in such a humongous project. This hollow oasis was the center of Adapa's animal kingdom, the very capital and birthplace of his immediate family. It was the only true place in the entire jungle, the entire continent, the entire planet, perhaps even the entire universe or Multiverse that gave the little guy any sense of security and feeling of any comfort. This was the Tree, the heart of the jungle, the belly of the whale. It was the only place he felt safe, and even then, he only felt a little bit safe.
Adapa still recalled his old neighbors, a pair of plesiadapiform-like squirrelish rodents much like himself who had fashioned a rabbit-skin canoe and ventured out into the murky marshlands in search of adventure. Hoping to discover new lands and return home as famous adventurers, they instead found remnants of a lost civilization. Perhaps it belonged to the same aliens who created Adapa's species, or maybe to someone else. But they stumbled across some kind of decomposing battery or broken nuclear device that had been chewed upon and ditched into the swamp, and which the pair of travellers had coincidentally stumbled upon. Their fate remains a mystery, but it is believed that they may have died, possibly drowning in the mucky water or being eaten by a large predator. Remnants of their broken canoe had been found, along with a monologue of their adventures and discoveries, but no bodies were ever recovered. Instead, the rescuers encountered a small tribe of viscous green goblins which were very aggressive and caused them to abandon their rescue mission.
Adapa still travelled to the swamps from time to time, despite warnings to stay away. He never saw a goblin before, or a gnome, but he had often heard warnings about their existence. All of these tales were Native Xamoyos legends, ancient oral stories designed to frighten adolescent rodents as far as he was concerned. He understood the moral and ethical implications and life lessons concealed in the mythology, but it never occurred to Adapa that such stories might be based in truth. Adapa sniffed the air again and suddenly jolted, as if some unplanned body spasm had caused him to leap unexpectedly from one wall to another, in an unnecessarily acrobatic half-cartwheel spin kickflip. He didn't smell or sense anything. But instead, it was as if he had been spooked by his own shadow. Adapa's impulsive trigger motion was not the result of some primeval fear or survival mechanism. In fact it was much worse. Much much worse.
Adapa was genetically created...
He scratched and batted at the wall, and vigorously stomped his hind leg several times impulsively, tapping his foot on the wooden floor rapidly and making many light thud sounds in rapid succession. This strange abnormal behavior seemed to represent signs of excitement and climatic impulse in animals with his sort of intelligence. Almost as if he was experiencing some kind of nerve response, Adapa started chirping and barking unexpectedly, almost appearing to squeak comically at the interior wooden surface in front of him. A dormant wooden surface that had not said or done anything to merit such a response from the boxing animal, which suddenly cussed at the blank wall in front of him as he touched it with his nose.
"Tchs tchs chs cht tchs! Ssst!"
Adapa hissed and stared at the blank wooden wall, his eyes widened as he sniffed the surface. Did it just move? That was the question his mind conjured up at the moment. But no. Inanimate objects don't generally do anything at all unless physically moved around by some intelligent life force. The simple fact of the matter was that Adapa was hallucinating, imagining or reacting to something that didn't even actually exist. He forgot instantly, however, and proceeded to unpack his things before running back up to the surface, poking his tiny little head out of the entrance to his kingdom to look around again.
Adapa was not even the king, or ruler of his domain. In fact, he was only one of several hundred commoners which inhabited the banyan-like tall tree which grew in the shrouded claws. He did stem from nobility, but so did everyone else from his innumerable family, as he glanced around before stepping back outside on to the thick long tree branch that partially concealed the tiny hole to his domain. He bolted down the tree vertically, hopping from branch to branch, running upside down it would seem with his head below his tail on all fours. Adapa noticed that despite all the swift and major events that had happened, the large Xamoyoan turtle named Treda had barely moved. She was still at the base of the tree, processing thoughts in her head as Adapa descended from the bark of the tree and froze stiffly upon seeing her.