The chickens, they have been here since any of us remember. The old woman who lives alone in the rickety shack uphill who people say is older than our town can not even recall a time when there were not chickens. The Chickens are a curse to us. They peck, kill, and feed. They feed on us.
Not many outsiders see the evil that the chickens bring. However, we are all constantly haunted by them. The Chickens are a cowardly and superstitious lot. They are easily scared. Sometimes, I think our town is in need of a hero who will destroy the crime and filth in our city.
Perhaps, I shall become that hero...
I, Duce Lame, will become the hero this city needs. Nay, deserves...
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