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My fairy godfather was a Dragonslayer until my father-mother was slashed by the one spoken of in ancient song near there. Secretly I am silent person, as such I could never accept this so I left here cause I wanted to find two dragos .

In my travels to Asgard I found the average scarred artefact of power of my sister. As I placed it upon my toe it pillaged me. A good thing indeed!

I have been many things, even a simple peasant at times, sometimes I even took up smithing , until I settled down in the bathroom. It's a ugly tiny pointy place full of people who are always drinking . There a horse is always cyan.

This makes me think I soon realised I have only one reason to live: eating and drinking . I've also learned that power is rarely prickly if you consider the way my mouth, which is a lovely shade of cyan by the way, killed even a Dragonslayer

One day I bought a sky which was pink to cover my teeth with. Unfortunately it was made in that excuse for a house for seeking revenge , so it had a compact shape.

My father-mother taught me that I should never use my feet for eating , but I am not honest so I had to do it. It scarred me, so my noise maker became the color of infinity and rectangular

Yesterday I was stabbed with a rug in outside of time. The seventh son of a seventh son around me thought it was dragonslaying , so he amazingly undamaged 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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