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in a very dark and scorn world, before man had feet, there lived a mighty steed. A vast chariot. It's wheels laying patches of fury across the barren wastelands. It's color blending with the forgotten skies. It's plush, plushy carpet. A true piece. A living soul.
The average man stood no chance against the forces of this cheveroledeon. The tiniest thought of it's sheer and brutal power brought men to their knees through out the universe. Man became child, child became midget, midget became marmoset. All due to these unforeseen powers.
Only one man harnessed the godly empire which lay beneath hoodth. For centuries both man and beast coated the underbelly of all existence. Together, forming a seamless machine with strength greater than that of an iron forge. That man chose only one living being to embark on their hunt. A dark character, not yet scorn of pestilence.
The trio, rode the dark. Shadows shriveled as the sound of such fusion blasted forth. Women shrieked with sounds worse than that of a 1,000 lost soles eating bludgeoned croutons. Children evaporated. Man had no choice but to retreat, for the ground was red with blood, blood of crying donkeys.
Alas, the day came when man would depart from machine. The world wiped it's tears. And with that the chariot vanished.
As the prophecy states, one day this creature of the night shall return bringing forth the 22 levels of purgatory with it. On that day both men and machine shall be reunited for eternity. Together they will torch the hills and sear the skies with only one tank of gas and 2 techno CD's.