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02/09/10(Tue)00:06 No.14468259 
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 Water, Earth, Fire, uhh... Wind?
Wait, no? Air? Same fuckin' thing... anyway, my grandmother, she used
to tell me stories from the good old days, when this Avatar badass kept
the Water Tribes, Earth Kingdom, Fire Nation, and even those Air Nomad
hippies in line. She also told me stories about how the woodpile in the
corner of her igloo was conspiring to kill her in her sleep, but she was
pretty gone by then, crazy old bitch... but then the Fire Nation got
all up in everyone's business, started taking over the world. This
Avatar guy, master of all four elements, was the only thing keeping
those fire-bending bastards from pounding the world in the ass, but
right when he was about to kick their ass, he fuckin' disappeared. I
know, right? What the hell? That happened a century ago, that's exactly
one hundred fuckin' years of pure suck because Mr. Master of all
elements decided to take a vacation right when shit started to get bad.
Anyway, my father, he's gone, him and the other dudes left two years
ago. He 'said' they were going to fight the fire nation, but I'm pretty
sure Dad just wanted to get away from Grandma. So I've been stuck here,
taking care of Grandma crazy, coaching soccer, and drinking whiskey made
from fermented penguin shit. Some of us say this Avatar asshole is
dead, but I think he's out there somewhere, laughing at us. What a dick. |
