On dusky night year ago little boy was born into the city of filth and damned clintz. Flung into hopeless world where those crazy freaks just spread their lethal poison and fear. Abandoned by mom, there was no one to help poor orphan kid. He wandered around streets of city of crime - coming across very roots of city beach life, playing with puppies and pussycats, quivering everytime hearing shrieks of living nightmares. Sheltered by junkz he started to know the rules of urban life and death and he learned little bit of bloody philosophy that governed this god-forsaken city. Rage had soaked his starving body every time he saw luxury and vanity, no surprise he hates Uppers so much.
Being cute and smart enough to charm Mrs. Q, she decided to adopt him together with her fiancé Mr. Q and they raised him to become true elite! Then tempted by carefree life he got lured by Willy’s guitar and Jenny’s feather boa. But on day when Rescue finally cross threshold of doomed town, he joined army of modern knights, true saviors of all spoiled scum. Later stroke by force majeure, despite being queer, he found symbolic affection for city’s most hot chick. So you can meet him in small tavern called Open Casket, flirting with bartender or ranting about random. His deeds might still seem noobish, his words might still have stranger’s accent, his thoughts might still sound insane, but he gained the respect of the most respected. Yes, being only 1-y.o. he proved himself to be true Mindless Mind.
This is both well written and totally insane at the same time
Happy birthday, you loose maniac of Clint Ciy
Considering it only takes like 20 seconds to read then I'd say lots of people would read all of that.
Ah.. no, I will not read it?
but happy b'day to you