It was a tale like any other. A tale of villainy. A tale of atrocity. A tale forwarded by a young man without a clue as to how to tell a story, and yet he told it. He had hoped to garner sympathy. Or envy. Or any other emotion to exploit.

The tale seemed to go on for a long time. It was filled with inconsistent details and confusing plotlines. It had pauses and it had stops. It had highs and it had lows. And once, it was something completely different.

This was supposed to be a story of hoẃ ͞I ̷ǵo͞t h̢͘e̶̢̕re̢̡͢.̀̕

Tͤ̓̊̂͆hͯ̊͑̃ͣͮ̚ę̅͐͛̔͗̋ͥ̕r̛̍͐e̸ͨ̓ͬͣ̓͂̀͡ ̧͗̂͐͐ͤͫ͡i̿̓̽͋ͭ͗́̕͡sͬ͐ͨ̇̾̑̆̚̕ ̵͛ͭ̊̐̚͜s̢̽ͩ̒̉̍̈́̃o̶̅ͭ̔̊͝m̵̾̊͂͢͞e̎ͬ̈t͑ͥͥhͣ͊̌̎͐̂i̸̢ͯ̑̾̍ͨ́n̶̂ͫ͐ͪ̑g̶̨̒̃̃͒͆̉ͨ ̴̿͒ͨͧ̆͛̅ͧ̕ŝ̶̉̈́ͦ̉e̢̐ͧ́̍ͨ͗̔̚r̿i̢͗̐̕o̵ͬ͆̓ͫ̎̋u͌̓ͥ͡͏s̷ͯͨ̈͝ļ̨̏͊ͧ̕ẏͦ̐͘͡ ͭ̈́̉̄̈́̓ͤw̵̾͋͗͂̅́̇ͤŕ̛̈́̈́͒̿ͦ̂́͘o̶̒̓ͣ̕n̷̡̊͜ḡͪ̎̚.̉ͬ͛͊͑ͯ̈̏͘