THE NOOB. by: The Amani
CONTENTS: 1. dedications.
2. the story
3. whatever else
this story is dedicated to my best friends. Aikiyo, mindfreakkmk, the people i know in real life, and the rest.
There once was a man by the name of newbert but his friends, if he could ever get some, would call him noob. this is a story of how one of the worst people in life, got worse. but then became one of the most important people in the world. we start in a little town called starting town. newbert had just awakened to find his mother had been killed by a pack of wild cockroaches. "NOOOOOO!!!" he cried looking at the few cockroaches left eating the remaining bits of meat on his mother's bones. he moped for another 15 hours before realizing that he was supposed to pick up the groceries for his mother from the market across the street. he walked over to the house getting nasty faces from the towns folk. he grabbed the food and said "terribly sorry, but i am noob, and have no money." the clerk motioned for him to take the food and go, after mumbling something about his pancakes being too stale. newbert took the food and went back to his little thatch cottage. he opened his bag on the table and laid out the food. "mother! i have done the shopping." he said, but there was no answer. he suddenly felt sad again and started to ea an orange. about 2 minutes into eating the orange he had an idea. "i know what I must do!" he said. "i must take revenge out on the person who has had the death on my mother! I must kill Fabian, the dark and magical wizard!" "uh, kid" said a voice from outside. "cockroaches ate your mom. besides Fabian is not a noob like you, you would easily be killed." said the voice, followed by footsteps walking away from the window. " but i must! it is obviously Fabian who sent the pack of cockroaches gto eat my mother! and for this he must pay!" said the noob. he grabbed his little rusty iron sword. "by this sword, Fabian shall be slain!" said the noob holding the sword up in the air for a good 30 seconds before putting on his good robe and setting off through the door and down the road.
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