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Created on Monday, 20 April 2009 22:01 |
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Once upon a time there was a baby who was abandoned in a basket and sent adrift on the ocean. He floated around for days until finally a magic lobster found him and took him back to his lobster-town. The baby was given a suit of clothes made out of leather and pieces of metal around his neck and face, so that his adoptive parents could hold him without their claws scratching him. Because this child had grown up amongst the lobsters it never hit him as strange that they could talk and act just like him, they never explained how they were able to do this but sometimes hinted that they were aware that they were special. They named the boy Akron and adopted him as their own. One day Akron was practicing his singing when their lobster town was attacked by the crab-people. Akron had never seen the crab-people before but they were often spoken about as being mean and archrivals of the lobsters. Akron by this point had become a powerful sorcerer, so he killed some of the crab-people, but there were too many. He had to flee. After wandering around for a couple weeks looking for more lobsters, he stumbled across a waterfall where he found another person, the first one that was around his own age. She introduced herself as Berlin and said that they could become big and powerful together and eventually we would take revenge on the crab people.
After awhile they had become like brother and sister. Eventually Akron went out on his own and found some other people in a nearby village, they had known about the lobster people and felt bad for him. He told them that he was looking for the crab people, eventually he found them and used his powerful magic to kill them. He went back to the village and told them that he had killed the crab people. The lady that he had been living with looked scared, and said youre moving with your auntie and uncle in bel-air I whistled for a cab and when it came near the Licensplate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror If anythin I could say that this cab was rare But I thought now forget it, yo home to bel-air I pulled up to a house about seven or eight And I yelled to the cabby yo, home smell you later Looked at my kingdom I was finally there To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air.
Akron
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