What Lies Beneath the Lies

Chapter 1- An Unworthy Leader... Well thats unfortunate.

(I'm surpirised that you've taken the path down to cringe fest *claps slowly*.)

Snow fell feebly as it draped unknowingly (well its a snowflake, what do you expect it to have? A brain?) across the neglected cottages of Duck Mountain (first thing that cam to mind), with crystalized icicles, formed here and there.

'Duck Mountain was named, willingly, by a more-than-elderly man who loved his ducks. He also inclined to "duck" alot himself; whenever he sighted a tree, he ducked, a lake, be almost became a duck, saw the woman he fancied, who was much younger, yet still old, oh how he squawked and swelled up with pride and envy. Many fellows tended to entitle him "Sir Duck-Man". Yes, this was indeed true. And Sir Duck-Man liked this very much so.

'After many months of hitting on the old lady he liked, or partially evolving into a man-duck (as his name tells you so), Sir Duck-Man, for some absurd reason, decided on building, well technically he hired unwilling builders, a grand city, full of ducks and pleasant citizens. It kind of worked. Although half a dozen of the builders left, mainly because of Duck-Man's stubborn and unorthodox manner, so it also kind of didn't work.

'Then every single one of the workers left from Sir Duck-Man's behavior. It was going to happen sooner or later. Sir Duck-Man was furious. Sir Duck-Man was also as dimwitted as stupidity itself. He grew livid (don't ask me why) at the workers, disgusted by their actions. To be honest, I think his attitude is quite ill treated, really. And then he claimed a damned war on the other ruddy city were the ruddy builders lived. I MEAN FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! HE'S MENTAL!'

'Erin, calm down! You're going to burst my eardrums. And plus, you've pretty much awoken half the village.'

'Sorry Joel, got the slightest bit carried away,' murmured Erin.

'Yeah, just the slightest,' Joel snapped back sarcastically.