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Post by VideoCrescent on Jan 17, 2012 12:51:17 GMT -5
There was once a man who lived his life on the road, never was there a place that he could call his home. Throughout his life he had suffered the words of many men but through it all he kept his head held high and walked proudly on the road, to where he did not know.
The man had always had an adventurous spirit from birth, always wanting to discover what was out there in the big wide world while most of the children were playing with toys and watching TV he spent his time exploring the moors of his home town. However because he was different from children his age he was ostracised from them, pushed away without even a glance but he was not sad for he considered the road to be his only true friend the only one who would stand by him to the end.
So on his 15th birthday with tears in his eyes he left his home and set out into the world looking for more adventures, this place had grown oh so dull to him he needed more, more hills to climb, more caves to explore yet there wasn't. He went to the nearby town to survey the surrounding area and found so much but sadly it only took him a month to scout out all the best spots so with a heavy heart he departed once more.
Since that fateful day he has been wandering, wandering with a sense of purpose to find out so much more. He shall never give up til the day he dies. He has had some friends but they were temporary like so much in his life.
He shall wander for all eternity.
He is a lone wolf
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