Third Times the Charm
Third Person Omniscient
Fredrick the valiant tortoise swing from precarious vine to precarious vine in the Jungle of Goo where one of every creature dwells, almost always in perfect harmony with one another. He enjoyed the feeling of the humid winds dampening his sun-dried and wrinkly skin making it look as though there were a soft drizzle flooding the flesh colored valleys, the sights that he saw as he passed each bungalow dwellings from above and the tree houses he was perfectly level with, but most of all he enjoyed the simple freedoms one was entitled to when they reside in the Jungle of Goo and how he fought off all libertine fiends and villains of the jungle to protect the every single soul of every single creature in Goo. He affectionately thought of himself as a ‘shelled vigilante’, made all the more appropriate by the intricate designs on his large disk-like shell. It appeared as if there was a scowling man, with eye penetrating deep into your soul whenever he had his back turned to your more than likely-quivering being.
However, today was not a day for the tortoise to enjoy swinging with acrobatic mastery from each jungle vine. He was on a mission. He had recently obtained information that the evil mastermind Harold had rebuilt his dastardly domain after Fredrick had thwarted his last plans of wrongdoings to the Jungle. Now he was back, newly equipped the latest Banana Gun model and a new arsenal of a spider monkey military at his disposal.
Fredrick could sense how close he was to the suspended metal lair in the ominous shape of an enlarged ape skull, as well as the feeling that he was being watched from afar. Harold laughed maliciously to himself as he patted his speckled-coco-colored belly. ‘You’re mine now, Fredrick m'boy!’ He murmured with a chilling giggle as he stroked his synthetic handlebar mustache.
Third Person Limited Omniscient
Harold could see from his suspended ape-skulled lair his shelled-arch nemesis fast approaching. As his form came steadily closer as he swung from vine to vine Harold laughed maliciously to himself as he patted his coco colored belly. ‘You’re mine now, Fredrick m'boy!’ He murmured with a chilling giggle as he stroked his magnificent mustache.
Third Person Dramatic
There was once a tortoise named Fredrick with a physique of surprising splendor swinging from the rickety vines of the Jungle of Goo. Upon his face was a peculiar look of utter determination, and if one were to look from space with the power of 'super sight' one would see Fredrick make his way towards an onminous looking metal ape-skull the size of a skyscraper. Within this desloate looking building a hippo laughed cruelly and stroked his belly saying 'You're mind now, Fredrick m'boy!'