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<- Sam
I was born on the night of all hallows eve, 1875 in a small village of the coast off Italy. There I grew up until the age of 5 when I decided that my calling was to become an American sanitation worker. Ahh, the smell of garbage in the morning reminded me of New York City.  After hours of hard work playing the mandolin on street corners for nickles, I finally had enough money to go to America. I stowed away on the nearest barge carrying an illeagle spaghetti shipment to the States. Luckily, I was allowed into the country. I found that in New York you could clean almost anyone's house for a few bucks. Soon I tired of reaching into other people's trash cans, though, so I got up and moved to L.A. There I met a funny little man about 3 feet tall on the street corner dressed like a pimp.  He was wearing a sombrero and humping someon's leg. The man he was on obviously didn't like this one bit for he was screaming like a little child, "No! Not again Andrew! Help! Someone!" This unfortunate man was, of course, Eric. I felt bad and was also a little sickened by the whole scene that I decided to help. Here is where our stories cross...
-Sam |
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I was born in the year 20G, and yes that is in the future. The world was being destroyed by androids, and I was trying to prevent it. I needed to get someone from the past to help me, so a crazy scientist name Dr. Kooky let me use his time machine to send me back.  I traveled back in time to 1885 to the city of Los Angelas. I appeared in front of a 3 foot man. He was instantly attracted to me becasue of my pimp costume. Dr. Kooky had told me that it was what all the guys who "just wanted to get someting 'done'" were wearing at the time. The tiny man was running at me yelling, "Riding legs! Riding legs!" I was terrified and ran faster. I ran into a mens bathroom surely expecting him not to follow me into there. I tried to hide in a stall, but it was too late. He was allready attached to my leg before I could open the door.  I pulled out my 4 foot "pimp" sword and started to slash at his limbs. I got his arms and legs, but the razor sharp grip of his teeth allowed him to stay on me. I ran out of the restroom and into the street. There was where I met Sam. And here is where our stories cross paths...
-Eric |
