Hurtle has some competition. he is no longer the sole turtle in the PL universe.
Shellshocked in Camelot coming soon.
But for now. a brief introduction.
Somewhere across the vast expanse of time, a knight—confident in his noble stride but unacquainted with basic peripheral awareness—tripped over a puddle of shimmering green goo. His stumble revealed an anomaly so bizarre it made the dragon-slaying, damsel-rescuing business look like a slow Tuesday. Rising from the muck was a creature that looked like someone had lost a bet with God: part turtle, part armor collection, and part magpie fever dream. Its shell shimmered with ominous, stolen magic, while mismatched eyes blinked like a chameleon on a sugar high.
“Achoo!” the creature sneezed violently, expelling what appeared to be a kale smoothie laced with pond scum. He scrambled to his feet—or what passed for feet—brushing against the knight’s armor. The knight recoiled, convinced this abomination had violated several laws of both chivalry and hygiene.
The turtle, who would later introduce himself as Shelldred, took in his surroundings: rolling hills, dirt tracks, and a stench that could only be described as post-apocalyptic barbecue. His expression wavered between mild curiosity and existential dread.
"Great," he muttered, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Another medieval hellhole. Let me guess—ye olde plague-ridden peasants, too much mud, and not a single interdimensional coffee shop. Classic."
The nearby knights, too busy fending off a berserk boar that seemed to have mainlined pre-workout powder, barely registered the snarky interloper. Shelldred watched as chaos unfolded: the boar barreled through ranks of armor-clad men, tusks like medieval lawnmowers. One knight dropped his sword and opted for an impromptu mud bath instead. Another knight attempted to hold his ground, only to be launched into the stratosphere like a medieval Team Rocket.