The Intro to Impulse # 3

Whoa, Whoa. Now we got to get you all caught up, now don’t we? Why is this handsome guy, Masaccio running into danger? Well it’s simple. He’s a mutant turtle, he’s hella strong and he likes to fight and not only that, he wants to protect the city. He hasn’t always been a turtle but thats a story for another day. Now why is he dressed in a trenchcoat and a brown brimmed hat? That’s simple. He doesn’t want to scare everyone away. Mutants are seen as the enemy pretty much, no one trusts them.

How could they? They’ve never been around them before. It is easy to fear what you don’t know. Masaccio took his baseball bat and started swinging at the monsters and they started to scatter. What could they be scared of? Couldn’t be this mutant turtle. He stood where the monsters once stood. Maybe they were getting called back by there master. He actually wanted to be a nameless hero, but that human looked like he needed some help. It was odd calling him a human, cause Masaccio had been human once and still felt kinda human, even inside of this new body.

Masaccio smiled and held his baseball bat on his shoulder. “Looks like you assholes have cleared out for now. Maybe I can finally get me a philly cheese-steak.” Now he had been watching all the mayhem and chaos from the darkness, he had found the darkness to be his only alley right now and he needed to stay in the darkness, that is the only way he could protect himself. It’s not like he had any brothers or allies. He looked a cross the street and the human was still there and he was watching him. He could feel someone else watching him and it wasn’t the human a cross the street.


That is when he heard it – a giant animal snorting and then the ground shook as the animal picked up speed. Masaccio spotted it. “Fuck!” the only words that could escape his mouth before he was struck down. It was a giant mutated wild boar, it stood on two hind legs and was about seven feet tall and strong as fuck. He was in pain and pushed himself up off of the ground and looked at the beast. He had his baseball bat gripped tightly in one of his hands. He took the baseball bat and pointed it at the boar.

Masaccio growled. “Who are you and what the fuck do you want?” His day started out decent, now it was horrible. He didn’t want to fight anymore, he just wanted some food and maybe a fucking beer. Now he had to deal with this asshole and this asshole was stronger than the creatures he had dealt with a few moments ago. Maybe the creatures had scattered cause this asshole was going to show up and what not. Another thing popped into his head : Do turtles bleed green? It was an odd thing to think about.