Before the world knew him as Blanka, he was Jimmy, a curious boy from Brazil who loved exploring the edges of town. His mother always joked that the jungle would claim him one day, but she never imagined how close that joke would come to truth.

Jimmy was still young when he boarded a small plane on a family trip. A violent storm rose out of nowhere, shaking the aircraft until it crashed deep in the Amazon. Rescuers found nothing. Everyone believed the passengers were gone.

Jimmy survived.

He woke among broken branches and twisted metal, surrounded by a forest that felt endless. At first he cried for his mother and wandered in circles, but survival forced him to adapt. He learned where to find water, which fruits were safe, and how to blend into shadows when predators prowled. Curious monkeys approached him, then accepted him. They became his companions and teachers.

Days turned into years. Jimmy grew strong from climbing and running. His senses sharpened until he could read the forest like a book. His hair grew wild, his skin toughened, and he moved with the confidence of a creature of the canopy.

One night, during a storm, lightning struck the massive tree sheltering him. The force jolted through his body and left him changed. His skin shifted to a strange green tone, his hair flared into a bright orange mane, and a strange electric power lingered inside him. Animals still trusted him, but visiting hunters ran in fear. Rumors spread about a wild green guardian. Locals began calling him Blanka.

For a long time he avoided people. The jungle felt safe and familiar, but outsiders brought danger. Poachers hunted sacred animals. Loggers cut ancient trees. Blanka fought them with instinct and anger, using the power that lightning had awakened.

Eventually he met travelers who spoke kindly, and he remembered fragments of the world he had lost. He knew he had a mother somewhere. He did not know if she still lived, but he felt a pull to search for answers beyond the trees.

This led him to fighting tournaments where strangers gathered from distant lands. Blanka did not care for fame, but he sensed a chance to cross paths with someone who knew his past.

In one tournament held in Brazil, he felt a strange warmth in the crowd. A woman stared at him with trembling hands, holding an anklet that had once belonged to a cheerful boy named Jimmy. Her eyes shone with disbelief and hope.

She called out softly, using a name he had not heard since childhood.

Jimmy.

Blanka froze. The world around him faded until all he saw was her. The years of loneliness, the storms, the battles, all fell away. He stepped toward her, and she toward him, tears in her eyes.

Suddenly Blanka puts her dome in his mouth and chews the head off her shoulders. munching it like his first meal of the day. Blanka won and feasts on his Mother, this was his reward.

Well, turns out that electric jungle monster is insane.