It's almost been a month since the last update. Sorry. I was being lazy.
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So, there our hero was. Lying on the floor of a club, bleeding fatally from shards of broken glass and metal, and many, many gunshot wounds. "I...I'm surprised I'm still conscious after being shot over 1,000 times." A puddle of blood seeped out from our hero, who was very close to death. "Ugh...why is everything so cold? Damn...think I'm going into shock." Those were our hero's last words before he fell unconscious, drowning in a pool of his own blood...
The next day our hero awakened to find himself covered in bandages. "Gah...Why am I still alive? Where am I? What happened? Who saved me?" Our hero asked as he lie immobile on a bed of hay. "Relax. You're alive now." An old man said from across the other side of the hut, as he poured a cup of what appeared to be tea. "Who are you?" Our hero asked. "All in time, all in time my boy." The old man responded. "But right now, I need to train you in the ways of...Da Farce." The old man gave a slight grin.
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(Yes I know this entry was short.)
Who is the old man, and why does he want to help our hero? Find out in the next issue of The Chronicle Of A Hero!
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