Once upon a time there lay a vast castle on the outskirts of a dead village. The sky was thick with ash and disease from the volcano that had recently erupted, and all the townsfolk had died. Well, all but a single boy, who sought refuge in the old castle during the thunderous onslaught of blood-fed lava that raped the land with indescribably terror and hate. The volcano god was angry for the lack of respect the villagers had shown him - they dumped useless materials and garbage in the volcano, and it got pissed off. So it killed them all in revenge, but miss the boy. The boy had been in the castle for days before he died a horrible death from severely infected burns and a gigantic monster devouring his intestines with chopsticks and soy sauce. But mostly from the burns.

The End.


............I hate everyone.