I got a book idea, what are you thoughts on this piece of it?
It's unfinished, subject to change, and will have way more in it. It's about Clukr from Sprunki in an alternate universe.
As a kid, he was bullied all the time for having a cymbal and rod on his head and was pushed out of social life. He was introverted, worked alone, but at home made some handy things for daily life. One day, during Map testing, he did the impossible, he got score 300 (MAX). The Sprunki Village Unified School District auto-graduated him 2 days after. No one else had ever done that in history. His new life begun. It was awesome at first, getting actual friends (which is all the others) building his workshop (in this universe Garnold never became an engineer) and making his first full on inventions. He helped the village out by working in construction to build important stuff like The Sprunki Museum and The Commission Tower. A few years forward, he was invited to work on the Sprunki Skyscraper, the villages first Mega-project. The work felt good. He was so efficient at it that he built a whole floor in 2 days. Soon after, the building was done. 50 stories, 1,000 feet, a polo and spire at the top, twisting as the building goes up. He felt proud. He then decided to place a request box. People could now ask him to do stuff for them. It seemed good at first, helping out the village and all, until too many requests came in. The village started to rely on him too much, piling in requests daily. He tried to stop the stress by building The Grabber. On its first test, it ricochet into his arm, crushing half of it, and hit his head. He was rushed to the hospital. Over the many days that he was gone, the village started to fall apart. It's just what happens when something you rely on is gone. He was in the hospital for 6 days, before being transported to St. Joseph Hospital, Orange, California. There, his wounds were taken care of. His hand never recovered, it had to be amputated. When he got back, the village was in chaos. Now the village we're sending even more requests, not wanting another incident to happen. If they trapped him in usefulness, he couldn't have free time to work on other things. The stress piled up for Clukr. Holidays passed like deadlines, the years did too. He built robots, Mr Fun Computer, Funbot, and Venter (an oc of mine). They tried to help, but it was too late. He tried to call the crisis lifeline until, the sky flashed red for a second. That's where I'll leave it off.