''Twas the night before July 6th and Splotch was trying to clean a nasty ink blotch, it wouldn't come out no matter how hard he washed. So he got up full of fury and started to below until he felt such misery. He started to cry, he thought he would die, he needed some empathy. After being defeated he went and conceided and sold the house to some peasants for 4999.99$ USD. He lived on the streets, eating just beets, chewing angrily. A sour old folk laughed at him before the stupid old bloke got choked with a rope and no one found the body. Splotch washed off his hands with a big load of soap and started to cry heavily. A new man walked in and asked him why his life was filled with dreary. So Splotch explained through the tears all of the years of pent up fears. The man understood immediately and asked Splotch to be the apprentice of an epic, awesome, supercalifragilisticexpalidoucues Janitor Knight. Splotch then agreed apologized for a misdeed and joined the man eagerly.
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The legend of Janitor Knight
HumorIt is a random story that does not make too much sense (I think) and is meant specifically to help set up further adventures in this world and to allow people to laugh. Best rankings: #5 Absurd 11/11/2022 #83 Stupid 11/11/2022 #11 Janitor 11/11/2022
