Adam Thompson landed in a wide, open valley, sunlight filtering through the dense canopy overhead. The air vibrated with roars, flapping wings, and the unmistakable thuds of massive monsters moving in every direction. This was no ordinary hunt—it was a monster convention, a chaotic menagerie ready to be physically abused… legally, of course.
Ah… multiple targets… open terrain… perfect for performance.
He adjusted his coat and yawned dramatically. Physical attack… mandatory. Magic… forbidden. Chaos… fully encouraged.
From the far end of the valley, a Rathalos screeched and flapped its wings. Nearby, a Brachydios charged through a mud pit, slime exploding on contact with the ground. An Anjanath stomped through a dense grove, nostrils flaring with indignation. Even a pack of Jagras scuttled across rocks, clearly trying to avoid the approaching disaster.
Adam flexed, spinning his greatsword lazily. Targets… abundant. Stage… set.
He sprinted toward a fallen boulder, flipping gracefully midair. His boot connected with a Jagras, sending it tumbling into a mud puddle, where a Rathian happened to land. The resulting pile of flailing monsters resembled a chaotic, unplanned sculpture. Exactly.
A hunter attempted to coordinate a trap, aiming at the Brachydios. Adam watched, then flicked a finger. The trap malfunctioned spectacularly. Nets flew through the air, snares wrapped around trees, and the Brachydios ended up unintentionally swinging a massive log like a baseball bat, knocking over a pack of smaller monsters.
"STOP! THAT'S NOT—" a hunter shouted.
Adam twirled, vaulting over a tree branch. With a running somersault, he delivered a kick to the Anjanath, sending it sliding into a Rathalos, which took off mid-flap and landed in a mud pool. The combined impact toppled a smaller pack of Jagras like dominoes. Chain reaction… perfect.
A Rathian tried to fly overhead. Adam sprinted, using a rock as a springboard. He vaulted into the air, delivering a spinning kick to the Rathian's tail mid-flap. The monster pirouetted elegantly before landing atop a startled Barroth. Chaos… maximized.
Nearby, the Elder Dragon Adam had fought before reappeared, screeching as it surveyed the battlefield. Adam grinned. More targets… more performance.
He ran toward the Elder Dragon, dodging a Brachydios's explosive slime. Adam bounced off a log, spun midair, and kicked the dragon squarely in its flank. The impact sent it sliding across the valley, colliding with a Rathalos, which flapped in panic and slammed into a group of smaller monsters. Perfect chain reaction.
Hunters screamed as chaos erupted in waves. Adam dodged, flipped, and kicked again, sending an Anjanath tumbling over a rock, colliding with a Jagras pack. One Jagras landed atop a Rathian, which had landed on a Brachydios's back. The battlefield resembled an abstract art installation of flailing, tumbling monsters.
Physical prowess… supreme. Performance… spectacular.
A Nergigante charged from the cliffs. Adam sprinted, leapt onto a conveniently placed tree trunk, and flipped into a running somersault. His kick connected with the Nergigante mid-leap, sending it crashing into a mud pit. Slime splashed, rocks tumbled, and smaller monsters scattered in dramatic arcs. Exactly.
The Elder Dragon attempted another aerial strike. Adam vaulted off a boulder, spinning midair to deliver a precise kick to its wing. The dragon pirouetted uncontrollably, slamming into a Rathalos, which bounced into an Anjanath, which slipped into a mud puddle. Spectacle… unmatched.
Hunters tried desperately to corral monsters, but Adam's chaotic influence had turned the valley into a free-for-all circus. Weapons flew, monsters collided, mud exploded like confetti, and yet no lives were lost—only dignity was questioned.
Adam sprinted, launching himself over a fallen log. A Brachydios charged, slime dripping from its fists. Adam ducked, rolled, and delivered a well-timed kick that sent it sliding into a Rathalos midair. Both monsters collided spectacularly with an Anjanath attempting a charge. Chain reaction… elegant.
He landed, dusted his coat, and surveyed the resulting mayhem. Monsters scrambled, tumbled, and flailed. Hunters shouted in despair. Trees shook under the combined weight of chaos, mud, and rolling boulders.
Performance… complete. Physical chaos… absolute.
A Rathalos screeched again, flapping toward him. Adam grinned. He sprinted toward a mud pool, bounced off a tree trunk, and kicked the Rathalos midair into a conveniently positioned Elder Dragon. The resulting collision sent both monsters spinning into a pile of smaller Jagras, forming a tumbling, rolling mass of perfectly orchestrated chaos.
Exactly.
A hunter attempted to mount the Elder Dragon, only to be launched harmlessly into the mud by Adam's well-timed kick. The hunter landed, covered in mud, blinking at the carnage.
"WHAT… HOW…?" the hunter stammered.
Adam swirled his coffee midair, a tiny phoenix perched on the rim. Entertainment… mandatory. Chaos… inevitable. Physical attack… all that's needed.
The battlefield had become a living, rolling circus. Mud sprayed in arcs. Rocks toppled. Monsters collided in spectacular, unplanned choreography. Hunters flailed, some desperately trying to save themselves, others clinging to creatures sliding through the chaos.
Adam sprinted toward a Kulu-Ya-Ku, performing a somersault over a tree branch. Kick. Flip. The Kulu-Ya-Ku tumbled into a Rathian, which was flailing atop a rolling Brachydios. The resulting domino effect sent monsters bouncing across the valley in wild arcs. Artistry in chaos… perfected.
Even the Elder Dragon roared in frustration, sliding helplessly across mud while Rathalos and Anjanath collided midair, forming an accidental conga line. Adam landed atop a boulder, swirling his coat dramatically. Stage… perfect. Chaos… absolute. Physical prowess… unmatched.
Hunters gave up coordinating, opting instead to dodge, flail, and occasionally ride confused monsters in vain. Adam sipped his coffee, smiling. Another region… conquered… hilariously. Chaos… supreme. Performance… unparalleled.
From the far edge of the valley, a shimmering portal appeared, beckoning. Adam grinned. Another world… another stage… more physical chaos to orchestrate.
He sprinted toward the portal, leaving behind a valley transformed into a tumbling, rolling, mud-splattered circus. Monsters collided, hunters flailed, and the jungle itself seemed to respond to Adam's presence as if it were part of the act.
Physical attack… sufficient. Chaos… inevitable. Fun… mandatory.
And with a dramatic leap into the portal, Adam vanished, leaving behind Monster Hunter World in absolute, physically-induced turmoil.