The previous one, from thread no 3
He said "hey... i dont like... to be dead while im trying to get to the chocolate factory, because then I can´t eat until I get there. I like to eat some Moon-Sugar because it makes me strong. But with the disadvantage of the reduction of my big giant feet, which became so colossal that he couldn´t wear shoes and had to walk around barefooted. Now that caused him some pain and agony so he decided to find a wizard. Back to me so he can now go back to where he came from He stopped for a drink at the pub because he was very thirsty and ordered double shots of sujamma so he can get himself drunk. But then someone rised his voice and started a dirty rough fight that lasted for 2 hours longer than it normally would have, because he then would be more drunk than he is now. He won a nice prize like a dremora that hasn´t been fighting for a long time. So he and his powerful guar named Jonajosa after Jonajosa the 6th, a Dremora-worshipping cultist playing boogers. Boogers was a remarkable thing to mention because they didn’t get to see him so sad and lonely. Soon he will start to cry but then go on with his santa stalking way right on to the dead bodies. While nobody was really expecting this he pulled down the little idiot and started to touch his face with sharp pointy balloons with smily dwarves on them. All this made drunken wolves very sober because it hurt them like hell on a stick. I had no chance of getting some help about trying to put down the revolt on the banks of the Odai, but they did not succeed because they were too weak but the archers were strong enough to push the attacker´s back.Terrified they ran towards the other guys in order to die upon spears that the Nords had placed there. They died in big crowds of fiddy people. So now they had nowhere to go because they were surrounded by various nasty people and evil creatures intended to kill all of them in painful manners that only the most sadistic would do. Finally relieved of their weapons, the guards in perfect formation hacked them down, consumed with a burning lust for revenge. Masking unbridled rage with their fierce expressions, suddenly they charged back, they stopped because in the distance they could see there was a huge ogrim moving forwards on to the battlefield. Glancing left and right and then getting ready for action thet began to fire the catapults in the other direction because they saw another behind them and got ready to attack with great fear. They charged the mighty beasts of Oblivion with horror in their eyes. The good people ran far away from Sinder Velvin since he is a frightening homicidal maniac who has a desire to teach people to obey the power of the secret book in which the ideas of many great maniacs have been written for future reference.Why do we have such unrealistic ideals that people get very prone to violent actions. Sometimes we underestimate the danger of the wild maniacs who will kill without contemplating of the risks involved. Savage creatures crawled all over the rotten carcasses of Sinder´s previous human form laughing out loud as he mocked pathetic at the carcasses. His cruel voice sounded out loud, shattering the eardrums of them all.
Chomh fada agus a bhionn daoine ah creiduint in aiféiseach, leanfaidh said na n-aingniomhi a choireamh (Voltaire)Facebook