It’s the historic year, 420 B.I. In which an ancient battle
took place between the fox people and the dirty casuals. My character is the
elite of the elite best of the best, a warrior also known as the man fawx thing
from some place born from a guy. He has the blood of many orphans on his hands.
Since he has autism he has intense power that allows him to make all the base
belong to us. His one goal in life is to appease the one true god, Cthulhu, and
construct many additional pylons. Humans quiver before his destructive force
called “You what mate?”.
He lives in the town of Blaze it, and there national pride
comes in their huge collection of MLG pro gamer headsets and hentai. They do,
however, live in constant fear of the volcano that looms above them threatening
to erupt any day, “Mnt.Dew” it will spew upon the people a feared element
“Dorito’s”… His parents are not dead. His motives are not pure. He has no
emotions. Every day he cuts himself on all those edges. Because; he’s come so far to go back now. Because
in the end, it doesn’t even matter.
He swears he “won’t miss” and that he’s “Been waiting for
this” he constantly asks “did ya see that Shinji!?”
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