 | | Recommended | by Karl II
18.3 hours on record |
| | Posted 7.4 years ago | Last Played 7.3 years ago |
60 minutes ago I was born into a moderately affluent society. My mother named me Karl, after my Great Uncle Karl. My Great Uncle was imposing when I was a baby, wizened, with a crown. He handed me his crown and a bag full of knives. "Do you know how to play?" he asked as I pressed "Y." "These are dangerous, and you bear great responsibility by carrying these." He died immediately after, and I never saw my mother again either. I was raised by my aunt and her son Andy.
Once I was old enough, I spent my life traveling back and forth from the rich gooseberry fields to the North, and hauling back baskets of berries to my cousins. They grew quite prosperous. I occasionally came back with some rabbits, tools I had found, but it was a simple life. I did it for my family, you see.
Eventual ly I became too old to make the journey and settled my bones beside the carrot fields, watching my distant relatives farm. I ran into Andy, who too had survived to this ripe old age and settled down to teach the youngins the agricultural ropes. At the corner of my screen, I saw a woman, who named her newborn son Karl. "Bring me this Karl," I said, who was a far removed cousin. I gave him my crown. All of my life rested on him, for I had no children of my own. "I must go and die far away to remove these knives," the heavy burden which I had carried all my life. I began to make my way out o-
I died of old age. Oh well. |
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