Post by Alek Bronson on Aug 30, 2020 19:16:28 GMT
A bird’s view of a small town is shown, birds chirping, serene sunrise, a distant windmill spinning as the wind blows strong, and a graceful violin solo playing in the background. The music fades. A deep voice resonates.
“The small town of Bogata, Texas. It’s fields are filled with wheat and corn. This farm is home to our hero. He bakes the hay. He cuts the wheat. All with a tractor. With all the farm work, his body has molded into true fighting weapon. Now that we’re through with the boring stuff, let’s jump in time where he gets his taste of fighting!”
You feel like you’re speeding through the life of our hero. The voice before breaking through the action to deliver commentary now. Look how cute he is going through elementary school, finding out the basics of both football and basketball, but his true love comes in during middle school. He hits a massive growth spurt at the age of thirteen. Going from a measly four foot five to a gargantuan six foot. Now six foot is small for an adult but how many six footers do you know in seventh grade? Moving on. We, now move on, to the bully years. Oh wait, I said move on twice. Oh well.
What looks to be a mini-Draco walking through the halls of Bogata Middle School. Being taller or at the same height of some teachers has gotten him dirty looks from other students. Jealousy has writhed through the other boys.
“Look at the giant! Bigfoot! Freak! Neanderthal!”
And yes they knew that word. That is not an exaggeration by me, at all. Continuing... Uh... I lost my place... AH! There I go. He finally couldn’t take the bullying. It was a bad day for Bogata Middle School. Even though he was tall, he filled out his frame. All of the bales he’s moved. The cows he’s herded. All built him for this terrible day. Well, in my opinion, it just showed how much of a badass he truly is, but I digress.
After football, everyone is changing in the locker room. I’m not showing you kids changing. So let’s speed up time a hair to get to the juicy part. Let’s open the locker room door. The kids gather in a circle around our hero. Or should I say badass? Any who. The kids yelling obscenities towards our badass. I’m just gonna go back to hero. Doesn’t sound quite right, yet. Our hero just tells them to stop and back off. He’s a gentle giant at this point. Hasn’t fully awakened to his Dragon of Death nickname yet. The circle gets tighter and tighter until they are all pushing him around the circle.
They yell giant, freak, and all the ones I mentioned before. That includes Neanderthal. Our hero finally stops. Not letting the midgets push him around anymore. What? Midget isn’t a nice a word? Well damn. He won’t let the small people push him around. They all keep trying as he just stands there. His anger floods out as he throws one kid against the locker. Another into the shower room. Backhands one. Just attacking each and every one. One of the teachers burst through the door.
“What the h-“
The teacher’s face mortified. I love that look, by the way. *laughs a little bit* Back to it. Once a decorated locker room with honorable sayings and other bullshit is now a wasteland of hurt kids. The damage was incomparable. The one kid that got thrown into the lockers had a cut on the back of his head and a concussion. The shower kid had a fractured neck as he kept sliding into the wall top of the head first. The other kids had busted lips, bruises, and what not. Cops were called and our hero got sent to juvie. Great.
Well my job is done. I’ve told you the beginning. I’m probably gonna tell you the later beginning, the middle, and the end of our hero’s humble beginnings. Stay tuned for the rest. Bye bye!
“The small town of Bogata, Texas. It’s fields are filled with wheat and corn. This farm is home to our hero. He bakes the hay. He cuts the wheat. All with a tractor. With all the farm work, his body has molded into true fighting weapon. Now that we’re through with the boring stuff, let’s jump in time where he gets his taste of fighting!”
You feel like you’re speeding through the life of our hero. The voice before breaking through the action to deliver commentary now. Look how cute he is going through elementary school, finding out the basics of both football and basketball, but his true love comes in during middle school. He hits a massive growth spurt at the age of thirteen. Going from a measly four foot five to a gargantuan six foot. Now six foot is small for an adult but how many six footers do you know in seventh grade? Moving on. We, now move on, to the bully years. Oh wait, I said move on twice. Oh well.
What looks to be a mini-Draco walking through the halls of Bogata Middle School. Being taller or at the same height of some teachers has gotten him dirty looks from other students. Jealousy has writhed through the other boys.
“Look at the giant! Bigfoot! Freak! Neanderthal!”
And yes they knew that word. That is not an exaggeration by me, at all. Continuing... Uh... I lost my place... AH! There I go. He finally couldn’t take the bullying. It was a bad day for Bogata Middle School. Even though he was tall, he filled out his frame. All of the bales he’s moved. The cows he’s herded. All built him for this terrible day. Well, in my opinion, it just showed how much of a badass he truly is, but I digress.
After football, everyone is changing in the locker room. I’m not showing you kids changing. So let’s speed up time a hair to get to the juicy part. Let’s open the locker room door. The kids gather in a circle around our hero. Or should I say badass? Any who. The kids yelling obscenities towards our badass. I’m just gonna go back to hero. Doesn’t sound quite right, yet. Our hero just tells them to stop and back off. He’s a gentle giant at this point. Hasn’t fully awakened to his Dragon of Death nickname yet. The circle gets tighter and tighter until they are all pushing him around the circle.
They yell giant, freak, and all the ones I mentioned before. That includes Neanderthal. Our hero finally stops. Not letting the midgets push him around anymore. What? Midget isn’t a nice a word? Well damn. He won’t let the small people push him around. They all keep trying as he just stands there. His anger floods out as he throws one kid against the locker. Another into the shower room. Backhands one. Just attacking each and every one. One of the teachers burst through the door.
“What the h-“
The teacher’s face mortified. I love that look, by the way. *laughs a little bit* Back to it. Once a decorated locker room with honorable sayings and other bullshit is now a wasteland of hurt kids. The damage was incomparable. The one kid that got thrown into the lockers had a cut on the back of his head and a concussion. The shower kid had a fractured neck as he kept sliding into the wall top of the head first. The other kids had busted lips, bruises, and what not. Cops were called and our hero got sent to juvie. Great.
Well my job is done. I’ve told you the beginning. I’m probably gonna tell you the later beginning, the middle, and the end of our hero’s humble beginnings. Stay tuned for the rest. Bye bye!
Well howdy there pardner.