This is a story I made out of boredom please flame for it shall suck.

 

 

 

Gather round children for this is the tale of the idiot who is dead.

 

 

 

It all started about 1500 years ago in the time of drunks and hobos. There was a boy named Scythe who lived in the village called Draynor, beggars filled the streets and supposedly hobos and drunks roamed the wide open taverns. Scythe was a boy with an ambition of becoming a wizard of some sort when he grew up. His family laughed and scoffed at his ambitions and he had to endure fifteen years of this. He would've grown up in this manner if Lady Grey, mayor of Asgarnia, hadn't had their entire village burnt down because she was bored. Scythe was hallucinating about a great fire that burnt down their entire village. He woke up and found the village oddly bright and red. People were laying down on the ground while their backs glowed crimson red. When Scythe saw guards laying down he kicked them and said "Get up you lazy bastards(if this is censored it said something that started with a "B")!" He saw his father laying down on the street and thought that mabye his father should've found a better place to sleep. "You freakin idiotic kid!" shouted out a voice from afar, " They aren't sleeping they're dead! Can't you get it through your thick skull????????" A girl ran out of the tavern cellars where corpses of drunk men were on the ground. She pulled out a dagger and stabbed him with it for some reason. He died

 

 

 

THE END PLEASE FLAME!!!!! I MADE THIS STORY SUCK ON PURPOSE OK SO NO CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICSM JUST SAY IT SUCKED. :twisted:

 

 

 

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