Volume II : The Saga Begins
Citizens (and slaves) of the watty world, prepare for 17 (give or take, quite afew) mindblowing volumes in which shall be contained the memoirs of the worlds greatest dictators. Now to begin the memoirs we should revisit the younger eons of Marx's life. My [Marx's] saga begins many eons ago when I was a spry young shizznit. I was born to an Ethopian King and a Sri Lankan princess. I grew up in the prosperous country of Mordor. When I was 3.14 I was trained in the sacredart of karate. By the age or 3.1415 I had attained a black belt. Using my incredible black belt skills I ran away from Mordor and ran to New York City. From there I became an entrepeneur and created a brand of crackers names Shizznitz. I became moderately wealthy until the economic downfall at which point I lost all money and filed for bankruptcy (like Borders). I decided to move to an area known as Beverly Hills. One day whilst I was walking around the slums of Beverly Hills I ran into woman named Muse. We quickly formed a friendship, we soon had formulated a devious plan to take over the world, but that is for later on in this volume. Now here is Muse's story.
Where to begin in my amazingly eventful life. Well I suppose we should start in the begining. I was born to Cleopatra and Chuck Noris. How they met you really don't needto say, lets' just say they were in Ireland ('nuff said). So as you must known I grew up very rich in the welthy county of Yemen. I was given every thing I wanteed when I wanted it. But i realized that this was not the life for me. I wanted to be a cracker inventor so I went into my parent secret vault and stole 3.14 million dollars. I got the first flight to Beverly Hills. As soon as I got there i spotted my sole mate... a pair of bright red gogo boot. So I bought them. And then I realize after I bought them the cost 3.14159265 dllars. I was broke and owed money. Who the heck priced those boots?! In the weeks that passed i would hang ou in the slums of Beverly Hills. When I was sleeping the Pope stole my beautiful gogo boots. I was alone with no friends and no boots *sniff*. But out of the grim came a sight so immensley undescribible I cried at their feet It was Marx. She told me of her I deas of ruling the world... WE became BFFLs. And that is our story.
For now at least. Because we must go to our ballet class. TTFN
