L.O.L True Story

Prologue

As another punch flies to my already broken nose l double over coughing violently. Blood and puke flowing slowly down my chin in the process. Right now all l can hear are the laughter of encouragement from the crowd surrounding to keep punching me. What has this world come to? Why feel the need to be so violent? Why not discuss everything like the civilized people we are?

Well for one: we are not civilized. Just in case you were wondering. l mean seriously, what civilized person punches the living lights out of someone for no particular reason what-so-ever? No one. Exactly my point. Confused yet? Let me start this story properly. Like literally taking a remote and rewinding to the day it all began.