thread starter paralysispig May 25 2009
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| Hello, you may not know me. My name is James. Let me tell you my story: I grew up on a small farm off the coast of Nevada. It was small, quaint, and tranquil. Everyday I would get up to feed the cows and chicken, collect the eggs, milk the goats, and groom the horses. We never had to water the plants because my Pa invented a new irrigation system that watered the plants for us! Enough about the farm however, because the story gets more interesting. When I turned 13, My parents decided it was time for me to go to school, so they sent me off to live with my Aunt Genevive and Uncle Joe in the grand city of Boston. I had never gone off the farm, except for the occasional trip into town to mail my Pa's mail. So I was pretty excited to explore the new land. When I arrived in Boston, I was pretty astonished by the amazing beauty of the tall buildings, long streets, and pleasant city-folk. One man gave me some mints with little smiley faces on them. They must've been pretty strong because I remember feeling incredibly happy after eating them. My New life was great, and I lived happily for a few years. But sometime during my sophomore year is when I joined the underground dancing scene. I happened to stumble upon it while I was shopping at a newbury comics. Behind the store, I noticed people gathering around with loud music blasting. Enticed by the music, I decided to check it out. There, I met some of the greatest dancers I'd ever seen, like Bboy Lightness and Ms. Pacman. Over the next years, I joined in on the dancing and even became pretty talented myself. That's when I formed my own crew. Our crew was called the 014 and we dominated. We owned the Streets and beat any crew that tried to challenge us. Life was good, until I realized that some of my crew members were dealing with illegal business. They were selling drugs and doing drive-bys. Our rival crew, the ASM were doing the same things. I eventually realized that I couldn't deal with these folks, so I left. They renamed themselves as the Bloods and the rival crew became the Crips. And That's how it all began. As for me, I made a new crew, called the Whozerwocks, and I had an awesome idea of wearing Darth Vader helmets during our routines, but they didn't like it because we were short on cash, so we wore mask we found on the street. I decided to leave them as well because they started letting Asians into the group, so I left and they changed their names to the Jabbawockeez or whatever. A few years later, after not doing well alone, I decided to go back home. However, when I arrived at the farm, I discovered that imperial stormtroopers had come and burned my house down, destroying my farm and killing Aunt Geneveve and Uncle Joe. I buried them and then rode off in my speeder, finding Old Ben and vowing to avenge their deaths. This is my story, Maplestory. Edit: So, in my great emotion while typing my story, I accidentally called my parents Aunt Geneveve and Uncle Joe. They lived in Boston, but my pare |