Swordling S.
Hello. I have a sword. if you are wondering where I got it I will tell you. the year was 1994. I found myself alone. two weeks out of the womb and I'm already on my own. I woke up one night, on the in the dark allyways of New York, the only company were the street cats and trash cans. Having no place to stay I went searching for an apartment but I didn't get any luck. it may be because I am only two weeks old, or it may be because I didn't have a dollar to my name but either way I needed to find a place to stay before it got dark. After searching for hours I found an abandoned house, or at least I thought. I was there for not an hour when I hear a sound coming from upstairs. After carefully walking up the stairs I come across a middle-aged man laying on the floor asleep with bottles of root beer surrounding him. Upon seeing the guy on the floor I started to make my way to the door. On my way out I hit something with my fat baby body and the guy woke up. he grabbed a sword and started to chase me but luckily I learned some fighting skills from defending myself against the street cats. He chased me around the house for a little while then I decided to take him down. I turned around. he was standing there with the sword in his hand and fury in his eyes. we stood there, staring at each other for a long time and then I made my move. Useing my short height as an advantage I went of the legs, knocking him over. But before I could get a second hit in he rolled away. but by doing this he rolled right down the stairs. I chased him down and after a long and epic battle I was able to disarm the man but not without losing my hand. the man ran away and eventually I was able to use the sword as a prosthetic for my hand. But anyway: some of my interests are golf, trucks, and jousting. Looking for someone that is open-minded and loves to go on crazy adventures.