The journey of Avagantamose is an epic tale of bravery and daring, encircling the life of an ordinary, cardboard box in a shoe lace factory. The times of Avagantamose are troubling; as the very world we live in has been overridden by mutated beasts so foul they’ll challenge anybody’s sanity. There are few foolish individuals that attempt to combat these creatures in futile hope to save the human race. If one were assume that this group is filled with brave, superman-type personas, then one would be right. Although, that description may not fit those aspiring to become one. Take Joe Hippolinagraf for instance; a seemingly average 17 year old, except the fact that Joe has a mild case Kinetoptophobia, aka, a fear of anything and everything that moves. Despite this deplorable condition, Joe has lived a happy and normal life; that is until they came. On that gruesome day, it was estimated that half, the world’s population either died or became altered into one of their own. As of now, there is no dependable way of dealing with these creatures, no weakness, no cure; only a bulk of bullets can hope to bring one down.

It was after a series of unfortunate events that involved the passing of his family and living in solitude whilst on the run for many days that Joe stumbled upon the group formerly mentioned. However, before being allowed within the group’s ranks and safely residing in their headquarters, behind impenetrable walls, supervised 24/7 by death-enforcing machine guns; poor old Joe would have to prove himself useful by under-taking an initiation mission. Joe was tasked to scout the nearby shoe lace factory, and bring back any valuable provisions he could find. Armed with nothing but a petty, plastic, party knife; Joe departed. The brute bouncer who administered the test offered more effective weapons but Joe declined assertively, showing off his knife in an attempt of impressing him. He immediately regretted his decision, but continued nevertheless.

Soon approaching the target building with no, things insight, Joe was beginning to feel confident, but a crushing uneasement begun settling in. The one thing Joe hated more than monsters, was, the wind. The wind had the disturbing ability of making anything move. In panic Joe abruptly bolted building bound traversing over horrifying rustling leaves to temporary safety. Joe shut the door and turned around to face the dark hallway that awaited him. Still alert from the horrors that were passed him, Joe cautiously delved into rooms bright enough to see in and began foraging for food, equipment or anything else useful that could benefit the survival of mankind. With every room examined, brought Joe deeper within.

After countless hours, Joe was only able salvage some staples and a packet of skittles he bought from a vending machine, but on his way to the third and final floor of the factory, Joe overheard strange sounds resembling violent eating. Even when filled with fear and his brain begging him not to do so, his curiosity overcame him and forced a peek over the final stair. What he distinguished from an instant glimpse was a monster consuming the wooded door frame. Confounded by this odd act, Joe froze and simply decided to turn around and leave, but through that decision making, Joe forgot he was situated on a staircase, and with that first step caused a blunderous fall which immediately alerted the monster to his existence. Just realising what happened, Joe ignored any pain he received and ran. He understood that out running the creature by retracing his steps would be impossible, so Joe logically hid himself in what appeared to be a storage room he had searched earlier. In light of the frightening situation Joe instinctively drove to humour in order to calm himself. Noticing a large cardboard box, Joe declares “Hey, You there box. Forget everything you know about being a box. From now on you are Avagantamose, The Eater of Monsters”. Joe drags the ample box in front of the door and then crouches in a dark corner behind some shelves while unsheathing his impotent knife. But it was too little, too late. The monster proceeded to smash down the door whilst Joe attempted to reassure himself that the steel hinge, refined wooden door his enough to obstruct a huge, 1 ton, beast. Obviously it wasn’t long before it blasted the door down which knocked down poor Avagantamose to the ground unleashing its contents across the floor; which at first observation, appeared to be the plastic tips used to keep together the ends of shoelaces.

At that moment the strangest, albeit luckiest circumstance occurred; as the creature trampled over Avagantamose to enter the room, it froze, completely. Joe stood up cautiously to examine the situation. What Joe optimistically surmised, was that the plastic in the shoelace tips were the creature’s kryptonite. Feeling somewhat dignified yet still very alarmed, Joe composes himself and clutches as much of the shoelace tips he can muster. Safely bypassing the creature and escaping the building, Joe returns outside only to notice it’s still quite windy. Bravely Joe decides to fight it and venture out. The new dauntless Joe conjures up his adrenaline and overcomes fear.

Upon returning back to base, Joe reports the good news to the brute. After a detailed explanation of what happened, he responded with a blunt laugh and advised that the creatures often undergo random and uncontrollable, instant sleep patterns. Feeling like a fool, Joe hands over the skittles as a last ditch effort, hoping that it’s sufficient enough join. He laughs again and relieves Joe that it’s more than enough. The brute turns around and knocks the door heavily, 5 times. The massive vault started to slowly open. Suddenly, it all hit him; the door’s automatic movement, the brute’s hair oscillating in the breeze, swaying trees behind him, rustling leaves hovering along the ground, birds flying overhead. Completely overwhelmed by the environment; Joe becomes subject to a heart attack and collapses.