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My brother was a priest until my uncle was kidnapped by the enemy near nowhere. Secretly I am jovial person, as such I could never accept this so I left the pub while yearning for someone .

In my travels to where no man has ever gone before I found the dull spotted anvil of my son. As I placed it upon my walking bits it ate me. A good thing indeed!

I have been many things, even a hero at times, sometimes I even took up fishing , until I settled down in the island. It's a prickly gargantuan oval place full of people who are always agriculture . There a rock is always the color of cowpie.

This means suddently I remembered nothing except for my skill in interpretative dancing . I've also learned that the secret is rarely glittery if you consider the way my scalp furr , which is a lovely shade of brown by the way, made even an invader

One day I bought a knife which was yellow polka dotted to cover my holders with. Unfortunately it was made in there for wood-chopping , so it had a rectangular shape.

My brother taught me that I should never use my noise maker for conquering the world , but I can't be dragonslaying so I had to do it. It scratched me, so my auditory sensors became all the colors of the rain and spherical

Yesterday I was poked with a corn bag in the netherworld . The an orc around me thought it was jovial, so he renewed me.

Total number of possible stories: 1.26227395642E+82
E means '10 at the power of' so 1.2E+2 is 120. Pretty big number isn't it?
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