Woodrow Wilson was extremely generous and gave me Canada, however, I politely declined. I said he would have to give me North America or I would not do business with him. He immediately went into a state of rage, he sent the secret service against me. With my bare hands I took down the White House and sent them all to the core of the earth. Except for Woodrow Wilson I spared him and told him to never to speak of this, I rebuilt the White House and saved the general population. In 1927 I went back in hiding and I stayed there until I heard that a man named Trevor was born in 1919 and was turning 20, the destined age for someone named Trevor Galfinado soto overthrow me. It was 1939 I walked out and everyone was depressed. I asked where the man named Trevor was, as soon as I spoke they broke free of their depression and crowded around me. I saw him, the man named Trevor. I grabbed him and ripped open his chest, and grabbed his ribs. I threw it in the crowd and continued ripping him apart. That night, I feasted. On Trevor. He wasn't tender as much as he could've been.
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The History of the Shafiz Nations
RandomSo this is a story my friend started writing, and I got his permission to publish this. I'm also going to end up dying in it. I'm looking forward to it XD. Also, I have no idea how this got so popular. I guess it's just that good.