As a young boy I was removed from the sanctuary of my homeland to be raised in the sacred forests by the older brother of Steve Irwin, Makobie, Makobie was a fierce jungle warrior who lived by the old code of the jungle, one fateful night he was crushed by a falling vending machine while searching for food on the outskirts of the jungle. His dying words outlined a cunning plan to seek revenge for his death, of cause he blamed the king of vending machines the feared and ruthless “Coca Colaâ€. Although only a young boy I lived in the jungle by myself eating the delicious treats the forest people served to me, to them I was a mythical creature, almost a god to their eyes, as time past and the hatred for King Coca Cola grew, revenge consumed my only thoughts. Now as revenge grows ever nearer a shadow hangs over the jungle, some say the young boy is half animal half man others say its more of a 60, 40 split what ever they say that young man is ME…………
