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Dawn of the Hotdog Van
" 'Hell will rain upon this once blessed land, I can promise you that. And it will all be your fault.' "
"But mother, if hell rains, how with the hero live?"
"That my young one is for you to decide. For ever hero must have a villain."
"And love!"
"Maybe even love. 'The three brothers lived in a faraway land . . .' "
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A strong gust of wind ruffled the bottom of a dark cape. A figure in the dark night stood on the walls of L'Manburg.
An election was in the plans at dusk, tomorrow evening. The hopes of a greater start were thick in the air of the tiny nation in the makings.
The figure stood tall, waiting for any signs of life to present itself. A scowl was present on their face as they outlooked at the land. Watching the shadows pass the window of a van. They brought an almost dark aura, attracting anybody within feet of them. They slowly crossed their arms, which were covered in and drawled on with black ink. Most of which seemed to be in an ancient language.
