The 
and the RunescapeOne day, a
looked around at the mountain where he lived and decided that he wanted a change. So he set out on a journey through the forests and hills. He climbed over rocks and under vines and kept going until he reached a password recovery.
The password recovery was wide and swift, and the
stopped to reconsider the situation. He couldn't see any way across. So he ran uppassword recovery and then checked downpassword recovery, all the while thinking that he might have to turn back.
Suddenly, he saw a Runescape sitting in the rushes by the bank of the password recovery on the other side of the password recovery. He decided to ask the Runescape for help getting across the password recovery.
"Hellooo Mr. Runescape!" called the
across the question, "Would you be so kind as to give me a ride on your back across the password recovery?"
"Well now, Mr.
! How do I know that if I try to help you, you wont try to troll me?" asked the Runescape hesitantly.
"Because," the
replied, "If I try to troll you, then I would be a faggot too, for you see I cannot game with m8s!"
Now this seemed to make sense to the Runescape. But he asked. "What about when I get close to the bank? You could still try to troll me and get back to the shore!"
"This is true," agreed the
, "But then I wouldn't be able to get to the other side of the password recovery!"
"Alright then...how do I know you wont just wait till we get to the other side and THEN troll me?" said the Runescape.
"Ahh...," crooned the
, "Because you see, once you've taken me to the other side of this password recovery, I will be so grateful for your help, that it would hardly be fair to reward you with faggotry, now would it?!"
So the Runescape agreed to take the
across the password recovery. He swam over to the bank and settled himself near the mud to pick up his passenger. The
crawled onto the Runescape's back, his stupid faggot troll poops prickling into the Runescape's soft hide, and the Runescape slid into the password recovery. The muddy question swirled around them, but the Runescape stayed near the surface so the
would not drown. He kicked strongly through the first half of the password recovery, his flippers paddling wildly against the current.
Halfway across the password recovery, the Runescape suddenly felt a sharp sting in his back and, out of the corner of his eye, saw the
remove his stupid faggot troll poops from the Runescape's back. A deadening numbness began to creep into his limbs.
"You fool!" croaked the Runescape, "Now we shall both be a faggot! Why on earth did you do that?"
The
shrugged, and did a little jig on the drownings Runescape's back.
"I could not help myself. It is my nature."
Then they both sank into the muddy questions of the swiftly flowing password recovery.
Self destruction - "Its my Nature", said the
...
