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The Return of "That Dude" - Shentheman - 03-03-2021
In an unknown location, a giant, weirdly shaped structure that resembles a hammer is floating in space.
Inside of the structure a shrouded figure sits in a jail cell. At that moment the sound of footsteps is heard as someone opens the cell and says "its been MONTHS since you were released, why are you still here?! please leave."
The one who opened the cell being an officer responsible for putting the shrouded figure in this cell his name being John or Henry or something like that.
The shrouded figure steps out of the shadows as it spoke "Because i am the powerhouse of the cell" revealing MITOCHONDRIA.
The officer immediately closing the cell shut as he realised he got the wrong cell, moving to the one right next to it as he yelled "GET OUT!" as he opened it. The person inside happily stepped out revealing the one and only *LORD OF SMRT* [The crowd went wild as the other inmates, the wild's, wilde's and childe's cheered and threw roses at his feet] as he left the hammer shaped structure. When in reality they all spat at him as they screamed "GET OUT,FFF- LEAVE!" and so he did. When he was finally out and saw the grandeur of space in front of him he couldn't resist but scream at the top of his lungs "FREEDOOOOM!!!" as it echoed across space (no it didn't) for none to hear as he was in space, and now that he was finally free he swore to himself to change his ways. "Il never be caught again" he said to himself as he boarded his confiscated ship and headed to the nearest inhabited planet. After days of travel he found one after landing all he found was a bunch of lunatics mumbling "Give us IC" and "if you don't we'll make our own IC a better IC a richer IC" or so he heard, later on finding out they already did and it didn't work out. Knowing there was nothing to gain from this group of peasants he moved on.
As he took a few steps away from the poor group of homeless people a piece of paper flew and hit him in the face on it revealed information about an event of sorts it required you to write a story and who ever writes the best story wins a prize. TheLORD OF SMRT decided to win this competition and so he immediately got some futuristic paper publicly known as a macbook and started writing.
TO BE CONTINUED