i may not be apart of seasoned writers gang but ive written a really shitty series and another one that ignores the word balanced
(for reference of the protag char, check out big vastus man in da continent, ok bye)
Stol stood at the grave, kneeling down. As the rain fell, he grabbed roses from the grave. He immediately tore them to shreds. He stood up, stretching his arms.
‘’You know what? I kinda need to take a piss.’’
Just as he said, he took a piss. The urine was aimed all over the grave, hitting both flowers, notes and the grave itself. Despite wearing a helmet, Stol lifted it up and blocked out his nose.
‘’Holy fucking shit, this reeks more then that fat bastard that was here before me. Talk ‘bout a piss, eh? I feel like he’s probably behind me, but oh well.’’
Right as he said that, a gust of wind flew past above Stol, before a large burst of water hit his head. His head went down from the water, before it snapped back up instantly. As quick as his piss reached the noses of the nearby town, he pulled out his Halberd. Still holding his nose, he turned and ran forward. There they were, the fat fuck from earilier. He stabbed the man with his Halberd, before pulling it out and slamming the axe-part into the man’s chest. He pulled it out, before he walked away.
the end yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
i dont have anything funny to say so im gonna end it here goodbye…