Godville

After weeks of being on the long, winding , and seemingly never ending road, I spotted a grotesque looking town up ahead. Even from a few miles away, I could see mountains of trash, dead bodies, and the occasional chickencow roaming freely around town. (Chickencow: a cross between a chicken and a cow that has the head of a chicken and the body of a cow. All information about chickencows only coming out when it is -25°F, flying as high as an eagle, and killing people are false. Chickencows are very domestic creatures, and litteraly live only to serve humans. These claims are most likely a case of misidentification between the chickencow and the cowchicken hawk, which has destroyed many countrysides.) As I walked through the town’s open gates, I heard a thundering sound coming from down the street. After a few minutes of searching, I found the source, a mangy, black and white spotted cat in an alley had knocked over two trash cans. It was so thin that I could see the outline of its rib bones on its stomach; so, digging through my knapsack, I pulled out a fresh bottle of milk, a large bowl, and some bread. I carefully poured the milk into the bowl, and then layed the bread beside it. In a matter of seconds, the cat pounced onto the found and gobbled it down. Once it had finished of its food, it rubbed lovingly against my leg and started purring like a motor. Almost immediately, a loud thud sounded behind me causing the cat to ran away. As I turned my head around, a scrawny,disfigured man leapt on top me, almost giving me a concusion from the shear force of the attack. Then, the man bent over me, picked up his knife, and as he prepared to stab me, said “Welcome to Beerburgh, bilge rat!”. After saying a short, silent prayer to my god, I rolled over to the right, grabbed the knife from his hands, and pointed at his throat. “Who’s the ‘bilge rat’ know, huh?” I asked. Weapons, I thought, my only chance of survival in this world. Why must violence exist? Couldn’t we all just take our problems over? But, no! They all just have to prove that they are right! Well, if I’m going live in this world too, I guess I’ll have to fight, no matter what. The sound of weeping brought me back to reality. Looking back towards the man I was suprised to see that it was he that was crying. “Ppplease! Don’t kill meeee! I only wanted money for my wife and children!” he shouted, gigantic tears running down his cheeks. “Why should I believe you?” I asked while I tighted my grip on the handle.”Bbbbbecause..because…because your nice?!” He said cringing in fear. You’ve got to be kidding me, I began to think as I pulled the knife back, away from his throat and dropped it on the ground it on the ground in front of me. I sighed, sat down on a metal box nearby and said “Ok, tell me what happened.” “Well, I used to have the perfect family, a gorgeous wife named Sheri, a boy named Tom, and a girl named Mary, and all was fine. But one day, after work, I came home and no one was there. I checked the entire house and called their names, but not a soul answered. I was all alone.” “I know how that feels.” I mumbled. He looked inquisitively at me, “Never mind that, continue.”.