This is an original work by me, as the first installment of a 1x1 in a "Melon Fight" RP proposed by Mephy/Sharkbait.
My name is Scott. I am the last melon. Or at least, that's what I've been lead to believe. After my brothers were murdered by ruthless, though idiotic birds and a ragtag group of mercenaries fighting over us like we were a commodity, I had to do something. I could not sit idly by after watching my dear brothers murdered so needlessly. So I did the only thing I knew how to do; I fought. Grabbing one of the dodos in my peels, I was able to use it's razor sharp beak to slice through the cat's two saber teeth, which I then was able to use as proper weapons. Wielding the teeth like daggers, I leapt at the sloth and plunged both teeth into his chest as he tried to cower behind one of the mammoth's legs. As I anticipated, the cat immediately pounced at me, but I was able to duck and weave among the mammoth's legs, and in his fumbling, the furry behemoth actually squished his feline friend under a massive foot. The little hairless cub seemed too pathetic to put up a fight, and the mammoth was simply too big to keep up with a nimble melon such as myself. However, as I attempted my escape, the dodos finally began to realize what was happening and made chase. Despite my years of training in MMA (Mixed Melon Arts), I doubted I could survive an assault from such a large wave of Tai-Kwan-Dodos; I would need to defeat them with my wits, or simply escape. My only options for escape were sheer cliffs around the plateau, or the barren trail up to the plateau that offered little cover on the way down. Then it struck me- I could pit my enemies against each other. I made for the mammoth, leaping over and sliding under dodos as they tried to pile on top of me. I just made it, and I jumped as high as I could before plunging my daggers into the pitiful beast's flank, using them to climb as he wept over his fallen comrades. His cries of mourning turned to cries of pain as first my daggers and then the birds' beaks plunged into his flesh. He did all he could to throw off his attackers, but I would not be shaken; many of the dodos on the other hand, lost their hold, and many were crushed under the mammoth's feet, but still more birds came, piling along the beasts side trying to climb up to me. As they climbed, the birds claws and beaks ravaged the mammoth. Soon, he could no longer stand under the assault; he swayed to the right, and then the left... and then he fell, crushing the vast majority of the birds beneath his immense weight. This was just the opportunity I was waiting for. As the mammoth writhed on the ground, I finally was able to escape on the path down from the plateau. The few dodos who had escaped the mammoth's fall were not even a challenge for me to bring down. When I was finally far enough away from the slaughter to relax, I slowed down and contemplated what had just happened. After my brothers were murdered, the dodos had said I was "the last melon." Could this be true? Could I really be the last of melonkind? If so, was it even worth going on living? I didn't have the answers to any of these questions, but at that moment, all I could do was carry on, if not for myself, or even all melons, then for my brothers. I could not let their memory die.
Subject: The Last Melon 
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