
Pen.
I know coming from deep inside the forest made from pure eviwouldnt help aid the fact that I am no danger, but please hear me out. I am but a incompetent moron who does not even know what he is or how to simply supple food to myself. Help me please.
My mother always told me not to fight. To always work it out with words. I felt I never needed that advice for the fact that we lived away from society. Now that she's dead, I, the incompetent moron who doesn't know what he is or how to eat, find myself heeding that advice more then I ever thought possible...





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- Chapter 1-Incompetence 2013-05-01 03:01:55 UTC1539