Once upon a time there was a whale. His name was Joe. Genghis Khan was killing the babies for their hides. The men in the group of savages were all missing at least one limb. Their main general was Skidward. Everyone was slaughtered and put into a pile then set on fire. Joe the whale saw the people burning and runned away. He took a shard of glass and cut his jugular. Genghis Khan saw the whale body and ate the insides, then wore the skin as feety pajamas. Joe the whale spawned back in the same area and saw Genghis again, and decided he wouldn't cut his jugular, he would slit his wrists. It hurt way more and had him suffer way longer, but eventually bled to death. Joe the whale ran out of respawns, so he left to another world. Genghis was confused by the noise Joe made when he flew off. He said the gods were pleased with what he was doing, but instead he was suffocated and brought into a shady motel by some dude in a hood. The man was black.
