On the rarely visited plane of Culinox, there exists many food-based denizens, but the two major food groups were the Bananarites and the Strawberrians. The Bananarites are an invasive, war-mongering people whom worship Hastur, The King of Yellow (as they know him), believing him to have planted the First Seed of their people. Bananarites thrive in battle, because as individuals, they have very little to lose. Upon reaching maturity, when their peels begin to first part, their days become fatefully numbered, counted down with each appearance of a Brown Spot. Now, this was not always the case for Bananarites; they once lived long and prosperous lives in their ancestral home of Hyberria. But, one day, a young and foolish Greenling (a Bananarite whose peels had not yet begun to part) decided that he wanted more for his life than what could be found in his arboreal home, so he ventured out.
Through his adventures, he encountered many a strange and wonderful occupant of Culinox: Tomatoans, Zuccinese, ground-dwelling Jicamans, Watermelans, Orangetangs and their Citrusese brethren, and Pomegranateans, to name a few. But, none drew his curiosity more than the Strawberrians. These round, crimson people often remained secluded from the rest of the Fruitations, and had what most considered a very barbaric and backwards way of life. But, the Strawberrians possessed strong magic, and were protected by a relic of unknown power.
They were immodest by the standards of others on the contetinent of Fruitation, caring not for the customs of others, and they laid bare their seeds for all the world to see. Further more, they claimed to hail from the verdant groves of Hyberria, as did the Bananarites, yet they showed no signs or traits of a true Berry. None of that swayed the young Greenling though, as he had grown smitten with a young Strawberrian whom was just starting to come into her crimson hues.
He would stealthily watch her in the fields from his modest bushel in a nearby low canopy. Her rotund curves, dimpled cheeks, and supple little seeds invoked some primal longing in him that he had never before known; he had to make her his bride in Cornucopia! Over the following weeks, he managed to learn a bit of her language and began to earn her trust and company. His longings were not unmatched by her own though! She had been sought out by many a suitor from her own people, yet never felt a draw to any of them. Yet, this foreigner, this Bananarite, caused her to blush a deeper rouge than she had ever before! She found herself constantly fantasizing over his pale skin and his tall and slender girth; she longed to be embraced by his newly unfurling peels.
A friendship quickly blossomed between them, and they learned all that they could of each other’s worlds. Through that, he learned that the Strawberrians preferred seclusion so as to keep themselves uncorrupted by the mixing of pollen with other peoples. The Strawberrians held sacred a relic blade, the relic of unknown power, whose origins were lost to time: they called it Red Destiny. It was believed that Red Destiny would allow its wielder to strike true at the heart of any opponent, and the Strawberrians held to a faith that it was through their own purity, their truth of self, which fueled Red Destiny’s ability to find the true heart of their enemies.
Well, as often happens when two Fruitations meet in the prime of their pollenation cycles, the two gave into their urges and primal longings. For days on end, they could be found entangled in one-another’s bodies. On one such day, a patrol of Strawberrian soldiers happened upon them and their blasphemous union. They ended the girl’s young life so as to preserve their purity, by having their champion pierce her heart with Red Destiny, believing they cleansed the corruption of their proud people. They took the young Bananarite to their elder fruitsayers for punishment. Jealous of his true claim to Hyberria, and angered by his pollution of the young girl, the fruitsayers used their great magics to curse him and all other Bananarites to the same fate he had forced on the Strawberrian girl: they were all to meet the call of Death shortly after reaching maturity. Bananarites all over Hyberria began to form The Browning, and would meet Death mere days after.
The Greenling, now yellowing much more rapidly than the norm for his people, rushed back to Hyberria to warn them of the curse. On return, he found that most of those his elder had found demise from The Browning. He swore an oath of vengeance on the Strawberrians, and pledged his life to Hastur for the power to end them all. Hastur granted the Bananarites protection from the Strawberrian magics, so long as their peels remained yellow in devotion to him. Rallying all able-bodied warriors, the young Bananarite fed their pain of loss of loved ones, and marched on the Strawberrians.
With Hastur’s protection, the Bananarites all but wiped the Strawberrians from existance. Immune to the Strawberrian magic, the Bananarites lost but a few of their numbers, and all were to the Strawberrian champion whom wielded Red Destiny. But, even he too was no match for the grieving rage of the Bananarites. With the land awash in the crimson juices of the Strawberrians, and the now-yellow young Bananarite laid low by Red Destiny, the rest of the Bananarite warriors claimed Red Destiny as their own, and all of the Bananarites built a new home on the corpses of the Strawberrians: Fieria. The Bananarites spread the story of their champion’s forbidden love, as well as the hatred of the Strawberrians, from generation to generation, and have sinced adopted their conquesting nature as a result of the curse of The Browning that still plagues them through time; their conquest is to find a cure for The Browning. And in each generation, a new champion is named to wield Red Destiny, as a reminder of their past, and a herald of their zealotry in finding a cure.
What the Bananrites did not know though, was that a sole Strawberrian was spared, as he was returning back from a spiritual awakening atop the peak of Mt. Rouge, wherein he was to be blessed as his generation’s fruitsayer. Upon seeing the wanton slaughter of his people, his spirit found true awakening, and with it true power. Drawing on the souls of the slain, he bound them to his own. He would no longer age, he would not sleep, and he would not stop, until the fate of the Bananarites met that of his own people, and Red Destiny was returned to him. And as long as he lived, these souls would continue to feed the curse on the Bananrites; The Browning would claims their souls as they claimed that of the young Strawberrian maiden.
He was no longer just a Strawberrian, he was The Strawbarian, and he would find his justice mêted out.