Hello out there Humanity! If you read the description then you don’t need to know a thing you trash bags. Hahah. This is a story of a fool hardy human that released me and those of my kind. It’s a Legend of love, despair, suspense, depravity, and many words filled with destruction. My favorite. What better person to tell the story than me. Surely not some has-been or the sixteen year old snot. Although I am grateful, I don’t think he likes my tough love.
Let’s get things crazy. Let’s help humanity rip off those masks that I love so much and put on shiny ones. Hahaha. This story is about the dolt that is in the chapter’s title. At 12 stones, a bean-pole brown eyes, red apple hair, and snow white skin. A freak of a demon, before he even met me.
Hello, is this the stork? You need to have this mutant on recall, or did the incubator brake at a party? Well Mr. Stork you might lose your job. You misplaced a human.
So! This freak was wandering around in a hovel for a costume to use at a school gala that night. Somehow he got a date that wasn’t a gorilla. She is attractive by human standards. Might as well be a toad to me. Too sweet, not enough evil for seasoning. To be grilled at a latter page near you, Humanity!
Our wonder lad was looking as about as graceful as bull in a china shop. Drop, break, world destruction from stepping on a butterfly. Well the shop was utterly deserted with no sign of life; much like my stomach right now, just replace the dust with miasma.
The child of a fool, caught sight of a clay box. I think one that even Pandora would love. Ha-ha. The box’s curious workmanship depicted a great battle of gods fighting my brethren. Shiru thought they were moving and like a moth was drawn to a flame, opened it.
The contents was a little bronze gong. Cat brain picked it up and hit it against the box. As a pleasing ring echoed, there was a heavy thud that came from the back and Shiru put it back on the worm eaten shelf and looked at the counter with a thick cold sweat dripping down his back.
It is now my time to shine and let color back into this dull world. Out of the darkness of the shadows that covered the ceiling, my figure dropped and hit the ground. Not one of my more graceful entrances. You try escaping a realm of eternal punishment sometime and send me notice.
After putting myself together and getting to my composer back walked to where I felt the presence of the one who freed me. Looking back I was a bit out of fashion. In comparison to being seen with, what do you apes call it; bed head? Though, what would lower life forms understand the thoughts and fashion of the great me.
So Shiru saw my majestic slender figure leave the back corridor and come to the front of the desk. Something just felt right stopping there. Upon seeing this fool hardy freak be my summons, I started to howl in my native tongue, which sounded as screeching banshees to the unrefined. My dignified self soon gave some new sense of purpose seeing this freak.
My beauty and machismo was express in my crow black silk robes, which covered my muscular and pal body. A few millennium with no sun would turn your skin as pail as marble and the talk of all the fair maidens in the land. My hair was equally as black as the deepest abyss, which sharpened quills to pierce the heavens. Lastly my elegant face that would make the male gods weep and the women scream with envy, was covered by my elegant white mask. I do not need trash to gaze upon me. This mask was blank as the void with a slight for one eye and a diagonal silver line going over the other eye would be. Same principle of the eternal nothingness to have a silver lining.
I held out my hand in customary greeting. Shiru the dolt just used more than a lifetime’s worth of good fortune touching the great me. The great I, stole a copy of all of his current knowledge, to further my plans into motion anew.
This simpleton looked at fabulous I, in wary manner as he took his hand away. Lower myself just to communicate. How many comprises did I made that day? Did Shiru just wipe it’s HAND on it’s pant leg! Just remembering this action fills me with rage. For the remainder of this written piece, this scum will now be treated less than dirt in the description.
It came before I, thinking me to be the owner of this rat hole and willing to pay a price for a mask. Still having some compassion left in my humility, I took out another white mask of constructed from dragon, whale, mammoth, and rat bones interlocked together. The eye howls were a triangle and a ring around it, with no hole for the mouth. In truth it was just the first one grabbed.
The great I was going to tour it around my collection to choose for itself, but dust has better taste then your lowly race. Wiping it’s hand. With this know suffering young trash of a master. My velvety voice is wasted on it. No, things do not get their line recorded and conversation was wasted effort.
After giving my thanks and pushed the thing out, to wonder about. I left to learn more about this time of weak apes. So humanity, I ask you to fall. So many was and things to do. Might as well enjoy myself, great artisans are hardly ever admired in their time.