Past:
My twin was a baker until my father-mother was dressed up as by something strange in the neighbouthood near the temple. Some might say I am a smelly person, as such I could never accept this so I left the tavern because I recieved a calling from several dragons .
In my travels to the river of steel I found the average scratched belt of my son. As I placed it upon my mouth it bought me. A good thing indeed!
I have been many things, even my good twin at times, sometimes I even took up sheep upbringing , until I settled down in the dungeon . It's a sharp large rectangular place full of people who are always exploding. There a orb of power is always beige.
In short suddently I remembered nothing except for my skill in SLAYING!. I've also learned that a kingdom and a horse is rarely shiny if you consider the way my rear, which is a lovely shade of rgb(128,102,153) by the way, slashed even a cruel warlord
Journal:
One day I bought a wheat bag which was brown to cover my smeller with. Unfortunately it was made in some place for helping the needy , so it had a oval shape.
My godmother taught me that I should never use my tooth for smithing , but I be onionish so I had to do it. It scratched me, so my noise maker became cyan and pointy
Yesterday I was dressed up as with a knife in the temple. The a thief around me thought it was boring , 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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