Year 460 blood month : *blood splatter**swords clang*" RUN YOU FUCKING SHITHEADS." A numerous amount of people were battling with... Turtle like creatures that had teeth sharper than the swords being used. The situation was horrible to say the least and I fucking knew it would end like this. Damn rugrats think they got their pants on good. Ordering me around telling me that this passage was safe. "I'll make fucking soup outtaya ya sons a' bitches." Or that was what I hoped I would do because I was hungry as hell, but my ripped out intestines and stomach said otherwise. Sure I was in pain, but I still was hungry.
As I lay there while my arm and innards were being eaten I was thinking of making turtle soup. However I don't know how to cook and I've never eaten turtle soup.*crunch* Damn my arm feels sore. Maybe I should have stretched before I came and fought these fucking Kaenems with these youngsters. Fuck I don't wanna get older than I already am. 70 summers and I still fought better than anyone here.*sigh* welp time to take a nap " G'night ya asshats" but in the faint distance I hear crying and maybe someone calling my name " SAERAN!!!!!!!!!" Stfu I'm trying to take a nap.
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Saeran's life
HumorSaeran lived in a world where the unbelievable was common, yet not seen. Although most didn't know and could not comprehend, Saeran lived in the shadows like the many others who tried to keep the "shadows" in the shadows. Learn how Saeran becomes th...
