The BIG ONE Part 1

And we have reached my first big project which I have really painstakingly created. This truly tested my IN3D skills to the limits but it was pretty enjoyable despite all that. My project was to choose an object in accordance to the story about a rat driving around the racetrack. It will be a pain to leave you like that so i will first tell the story about my object, the dollhouse.

The rat, well let’s give him a name. For this story, well, we will call him Pat. You see Pat was a hot shot driver among his friends back at the “Big One’s house”. There was a race coming up that was known as the “Fear Drive”. People in the community will gather for this event. It consisted of driving all around the kitchen of the ‘Big One’ while him and his family were still around. No one had ever been caught yet but there have been serious injuries making it the most sought after title should there be a winner. But for ol’ Pat, it was like a walk in the park. After all, he was not the ‘King of Fear Drive’ for 3 whole seasons (a new record). But I digress. Back to where Pat was today, cruising along a small racetrack in preparation for the big day. The track was stable, his ‘Trapper’, a heavily tuned Mousetrapper G80 was gripping the roads fine, and the ‘Big One’ was not at home, meaning no sudden disturbances. It was then that the accident happened. The winds picked up hard and fast, overturning the racetrack, flinging Pat across the room. If you think Pat’s luck was bad, it gets worse. You see, Pat did not realize that the ‘Big One’s mum’ was still home due to a fever. She came running up the stairs to check what the sudden noise was. Poor Pat had only seconds to hide but with his ankle twisted there was no way he could get away quickly. As fate would have it, there was a dollhouse nearby and Pat took the precious seconds to enter into it. Once inside, he relaxed as the ‘Big One’s mum’ took a quick look and left. Gazing at the dingy room with all its posters and nick-knacks, Pat recalled how he had spent many a time hanging out inside when he was younger. Feeling the old rugged table and fingering the spines of his comic books that he had left behind, Pat began to recall each and every memorable thing that occurred. From the time he nearly blew up the kitchen trying to do his chemistry homework to the time he spent healing his broken heart after being rejected by a very lovely spider (she had wanted someone with more legs). Feeling better, he hoped back into his car and drove off, promising to come back some day.