I am going to write the start of a story instead.
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Demon
"It's a dark and stormy night..."
"Can this please be at least SLIGHTLY less cliche'd?" The boy's voice cut through the dark room like a knife through hot butter, completey destroying the mood of the people in the cramped attic of 104 Wooster Lane, New Malden.
"Screw you! I'm God here! I will start however the hell I like." The first boy sighed, "It's a dark and stormy night... There is no one arround but you four men".
"I'm a Dwarf," spoke a third, slightly grittier, boys voice. "Plus, I think that guy is an elf!"
"Wrong, little man, I am a Dragonborn and I could eat you easily... If I liked the taste of Dwarf"
"Could I PLEASE continue with the story? I do want to actually be able to start this you know," the first voice reiterated. "Suddenly you are approached by a strange, almost mystical old man".
"I attack him," said the Dwarf.
"He kills you, would you like me to make you a new character?"
"No, sorry God, I won't do it again..."
"Good, now the old man comes up to you four and says 'Oh younguns, do you need a place to stay? I have a room for four people, and his storm looks like it will get much worse before it gets better'".
"Sounds good to me, I need to get my tomes and writing equipment out of the weather before they get soaked through," spoke the fourth voice.
"By a unanamous vote of one, and because I say so before you try to derail this story any more, you go with the man". He sighed again, "This is going to be one long RP session..."
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