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[Mister McFeely]

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It was late, the sun had set and the moons shone brightly. In the corrupted town of Britain many brightly dressed people danced and shouted at the tops of their lungs. These lands had been corrupted by evil yet the poor folks had no clue. In the bowels of the forest of Vesper was another that was corrupted by evil. Although he was in the original landmass that was once the populated Britannia, before the king had created the corrupted lands, he had been wronged and turned upon. He sat there, kegs of deadly poison in front of him, training, applying poison carefully to hone his craft. He was building a tolerance for the poison, growing more immune to it everyday. Soon he thought he would be ready to unleash his anger upon those who stabbed him and left him for dead. They took what was his, and tried to ruin his name. His brother told him to forget it to leave it alone, but he could not as it was flaunted in his face daily. Sure most knew the truth but that was not enough. His brother was a fool, a jester, and a thief he was not a fighter he would never understand. Vengeance must be fulfilled, wrongs needed to be righted. He knew though he could not do it alone though. He needed help. I am a professional and I need others that are quick, clean, and silent. He sat in his room at his brother’s cottage among the tattered papers and rotting fish steaks. He sat and plotted……….