A large busted-up machine fell out of the sky onto the shore of an island. N. Gin carefully managed to crawl out of the wreckage, then looked up at the sky angrily, shaking his fist up at it. “Curse you bandicoots! I will get you!”
He then managed to stand back up, leaning against part of the wreckage as he looked around and realized that he had no idea where he was. This wasn’t a familiar place at all. But he hadn’t been out much normally, so this could still at least be the right island. The cyborg turned and looked towards the sea. Nothing out there looked familiar, either.
“Well, this is great, just perfect...first, some blasted bandicoot destroys my magnificent machine, and now, this.” The doctor then started trying to climb up the wreckage, hoping that it could at least still fly. However, something in the wreckage was loose, and he hit himself in the head with it. He fell to the ground, making a weak attempt to get back up, then finally losing consciousness.