Once there was a man. A man named ololol. ololol was olold and wiwise. He even had a staff that has "olold and wiwise" written on it.
Because Ololol Wiwiwise was getting olold, he sent for hihis Harold: a man named Harold. He asked hihis Harold to fetch him a girl. A girl whose hair was the color of the sea, and, while he was at it, to make some coffee.
Harold was a young man, less than 7 years old, but he had a beard. Harold loathed his mamaster. Harold was a criminal whose goal was to steal a loaf of bread from every bakery in the country of Switzerland. Harold, however, lived at the top of a mountain in Spain with Ololol. Thus, biweekly, Harold would make his way into Switzerland, stop by a bakery, steal their finest loaf, eat it, and go to prison. Ololol would then hear, go to Switzerland, do the paperwork and payment to get Harold out of jail, and take Harold back home. Because of this, Harold could not kill his master without risking his goal in life.
Harold made the coffee, brought it to his master, and set off towards Atlantis, the city of the color of the sea.
Olololol -- chapter 1 -- written by [Anonymous] in your askbox
I meant to write this here and copy it out, but my text selection isn't working so I'll just leave this with you.
Take care, bye!
(let me know if you want more)
as you should and yes id like the next volume thank you this feels like the start to a wonderful fever dream
