Here's a three-chapter story that's going to hurt our favorite canadian, the Carnage Canuck. No hard feelings.
Symbols used in this story:
"..." - Someone talking in any form.
(...) - These are thoughts.
It's going to be told in my point of view.
Ever wonder what happens when you stay around for 3 days at a town with a proverbial big bad wolf in it? Well, this is what happened to me.
I woke up to the sound of thunder outside. It was freezing. A storm had hit the...usually-quiet Carnage Village.
"Urgh...why in the world did this happen? And it was my working day too..." I asked myself. I felt really dumbfounded by it. Why, you ask? Someone apparently shoved me out of my home. Man, why didn't I notice it sooner?
I rushed back in and found Lukey, acting like a couch potato as usual. (He's always like this,) I thought. (He should give out some community service sometime.) I walked behind him, to make sure I keep myself from danger. He always drops a carp on me whenever I disturb him from his "work". He's a real hot-dog of his word.
I then walked into the kitchen and checked my refrigerator. No food.
(He must have eaten everything. Does he even have any manners?) I asked myself. I preferred an orderly house. No mess, no dirty stuff, nothing. And he comes around and ruins it...by wrecking the place and dirtying it up so bad, he proverbially left the place 6 feet under.
I decided I get my revenge on him, and readied a plan that would get him out of my home once and for all.
I walked out the back door, gathering the supplies I needed...and this was just the beginning. Operation: Kick Out Lukey, Phase 1, Preparation.
That's the 1st one. 2nd and 3rd chapters may come soon.
