a bitter fight to the death between stone_cold and thorns...we were both down to our last scarfrachis, when he flew over to australia to secure his win...forever. as he approached my house, i knew that he was there with malicious intents. grabbing a kitchen knife, i opened the door, at which moment he sprung on me. punching me in the face, he wrested my knife from me, and held it up, poised to kill. street pokemon. as the deadly blade drew closer to my stomach, my mom got scared. she said 'you're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'. i begged and pleaded with her day after day but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way. she gave me a kiss then she gave me my ticket. i put my walkman on and said 'might as well kick it'.
i won