It has been 5 years since the death of our beloved Master, and the dissapearance of shredder. Our Master was gone and all that remained was his teachings. Our unforgetable battle with the shredder left us scarred for eternity and left the city of New York in ruins. This wasn't the same shredder we had battled many times before, he was different in so many ways. He relentlessly killed anyone or anything that got in his path, he was like a plague that no one could stop, not even us. As Master Splinter once said,the world will get worse, more twisted and corrupted and one day I will be gone. Nothing couldve prepared us more for what happened that day. As my brothers and I were training, doing our daily excersises, we heard a newscast from Channel 6, it was April and she was screaming intensly with fear as her camera hit the ground. We knew it was time to go out and fight, it was time to save our friend. As our Master went along and guided us, my brothers and I opened the manhole cover to the street above. We could not believe what we were seeing, it was something we had never seen before, it was an advanced army of super footsoldiers and shredders. How can this be, I asked myself, could Krang be the one behind this, could his technology be the one helping him do this and make this possible. In the midst of all the heavily injured and dead civilians, there he was, the one true shredder. He stood 8 feet tall and was wearing an array of gadgetry and accessories, I had never seen before. The one thing Donnie recognized was the expiremental mutagen he had wrapped around his belt, that he had used on us in the past. He also carried a huge black canister on his back with tubes connected to a pair of guns on his sides. As the battle started, we drew our weapons to attack , and Master Splinter put his guard up in defense, shredder drenched us with the chemicals he had in his black canister. My brothers and I felt the effects immediatley, luckily Master Splinter was far enough away not to come in contact. Our lungs immediatley were burnimg intensly, and our muscles became so weak, that we were paralyzed and couldnt move, Shredder then drew his blades and sliced off one of my arms but I didnt feel a thing. With our last ounces of burning breath, we tell our Master to run for his life, we feel the further effects of this chemical before our muscles tear and we collapse to the floor.... As we woke up two days later in an unfamiliar domain, We were in the care of an old looking man named Jintu, he wore a long hooded black robe and had the snout of a wolve. He dressed and cured our wounds and rescued us from the attack two days prior. Silently, Jintu hands us the camera from channel 6, it was April's camera that recorded the whole ordeal and as we see the footage, Raph was the first one to let out the loudest, deepest, and most painful cry any of us have ever heard, as we then start weeping imensley too. Our Master was dead and the shredder gone without a single trace, the city left in ruins. Only a few survivors remain and also The Brotherhood of Righteousness. Okay realmers, so this is my short story that goes with my custom. He was made from a ML Hyperion, MU Hulk arms, sculpted shoulder armor, kneepads, front and rear shells, longer face, and custom made katana swords. The belt is made from real material. The last thing was giving him a paimtjob. Hope you all like him and my story. Enjoy!!