According to the man who made me into what I am, my name is Crash Bandicoot, and that is what I am, I guess.
I feel as if I want to help others. Like I don't want anyone in my life to get hurt.
But how in the heck are we supposed to do that? I'm stuck here with all these guys! They're not all too bad, truthfully. I mean, I just got punched by one of them, but he might just be in the worst mood, you know?
