Past:
My aunt was a monster until my mother was stabbed by town drunk near Lothlorien. I am thoughtless person, as such I could never accept this so I left the forest of steel for my reason was related to the cake.
In my travels to my sweet home I found the honest amazingly undamaged painting of my son. As I placed it upon my ...whatever that bit there is... it ate me. A good thing indeed!
I have been many things, even The Saviour of Humanity at times, sometimes I even took up eating , until I settled down in there and back again . It's a wicked gargantuan lumpy place full of people who are always vegetables . There a staff is always green.
However I turend to milling . I've also learned that my destiny is rarely prickly if you consider the way my hands, which is a lovely shade of red by the way, pillaged even a person
Journal:
One day I bought a shirt which was the color of death to cover my evil eye with. Unfortunately it was made in my sweet home for interpretative dancing , so it had a pear-shaped shape.
My evil stepmother taught me that I should never use my scalp furr for travelling, but I can't be tall so I had to do it. It battered me, so my wig became rgb(128,102,153) and modular
Yesterday I was tickled with a dog in free food. The a blacksmith around me thought it was muscular, so he burned me.
Total number of possible stories: 1.2622739564229E+82
E means '10 at the power of' so 1.2E+2 is 120. Pretty big number isn't it?
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