My name is Arthur. I am a knight, on a quest to save Princess Prin Prin. It is a long, hard journey, and I must bear without my armor for a while because, even though it is amazing defensively... Well, It breaks after a hit. Luckily I find a new one in random places, but I'm not one to question the Gods. As of writing this journal, I am in a graveyard, just sitting on top of a tombstone fearing for my life as zombies try to kill me. It doesnt really matter though, as I've got ar
Okay, life gone, no armor. I've two more tries at thi
Yeah, that time was kind of stupid. Now, I'm just going to sit still, and hope no one see's m
Later that day, a witness confirmed that he has seen a half-naked man with a crazed look in his eye screaming in Times Square about some sort or "Princess" He was later found that day dead, somehow already a pile of skeletons, only for the skeletons to disappear seconds after blinking.. Scientists are believing that it may be caused by a mystical power called a "One-Up", or a "Extra Life", which returns the user to a certain point so they can continue their life. It only activates after death though.
"Mommy, Why was that man naked?"
"Because he was high" screamed Jack Bauer at the top of his lungs, flexing about.
THE MORAL
DONT FUCKING DO DRUGS OR ELSE YOU'LL HAVE TO PLAY GHOSTS AND GHOULS IRL
Edit: I apparently am very good at writing stories related to crack. I... Dont know if thats a good thing :4