Attropolix IX

Caution: Attropolis contains strong language, sexual content, disturbing images and immoral grotesque behavior. You have been warned.

Rome, an empire on the rise, the might and power of a few million Roman people. An army of over one hundred thousand people, growing, by day, as was the empire. Though at war and expanding, the empire felt at peace, the people were excited, they were loving the prosperity and the possibility of going to war. Not all of them, but most of them were. Bravery meant honor, honor meant respect. Most of the time respect was bringing in money, as respected people were given a lot of jobs and some even paid for their insight alone. The bravest ones were in the personal army of the Caesar, Augustus. Those that couldn’t serve in the army anymore were either consultants or in the senate. One of these people in His personal army was Olanus. A great warrior that had fought in the early days next to Caesar himself. Killing hundreds of enemies, with the brute force of an ogre, but besides the force he had, the height he had, the wit he had, the speed he lacked. With one hit, he could crack five skulls open, but until he did, you could run to Britania and back. Though most battlefields were muddy, slippery from the blood, or there were too many bodies to properly run through, which put Olanus to an advantage. Due to his wit Olanus knew when to enter battle, and Augustus admired him for that. He even boasted about it saying “Know which battles to choose and how to fight them. That’s the thing I have learned from Olanus. No matter how invincible you think you are, how strong you think you are. Know which battles are worth fighting and which you can afford to lose. But never, not ever miss the chance to strike when you can.” Olanus was adopted, not just by Rome, but he was orphaned child, as his mother was killed by some raging nomad that beat her down with what he called “the best pointy stick he had to cure plebs of their ills” and his father cut his own throat after his penis detached from his body, due to the fact that he ate too much wheat since the only thing he knew how to make was bread. But that wasn’t the only tragedy Olanus had to go through as he grew up, as he had to fight his own twin brother Anus ii, and desert the city he was brought up in. As years had past, he went fighting his way through the empire to get to the heart of Rome. He knew he had talent to get where he wanted to be. His mind worked like the Olympic fire burning bright, a talent the Caesar saw in him the moment he had laid eyes on Olanus. Though the rumors about him were like the old folk tales about Hercules, seeing him in person Augustus was more impressed than he’d thought he’d be, when measuring his stature head to toe. He imposed himself over the Caesar’s generals and guards, Augustus’s face lit up with excitement at such splendor and immediately took him in as his personal gift sent from the gods. Ever since then, nothing could have stood between the two and glory.

Meanwhile in Greece…

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Attropolis VIII

Caution: Attropolis contains strong language, sexual content, disturbing images and immoral grotesque behavior. You have been warned.

He saw a bolt of lightning coming down from the skies, a bright white like splitting into arms of the shape of knives. They were illuminating the street, his face lit up, the arms had hit the water, suddenly it had turned into a light show, electricity dancing in the water hitting the buildings and bouncing from the buildings towards him. He raised both his hands up in the air like embracing… The electricity had hit his feet, coursing through him, coloring him white, blue and a loud thunder was heard as electricity moved to his face. Eyes turned blue, hair turned yellow then white, and a gust of wind blew from behind, his hair in the wind, dispersing… He stood there bold, electrified, tears were coming down his face, just as the rain started to pour again. His steps felt light, as he put one foot in front of the other, the speed at which he was moving was increasing. Every drop of rain that was falling onto him was lighting up, suddenly the streets were filled with bright spontaneous bursts of light as he was running back home. He burst through the door of his home, his parents, mortified, they barely recognized him. He has white eyebrows, the small hairs on his body turned blonde. His mother came to him, angry, disappointed, yet somehow it felt like a giant rock was lifted from her heart. The father seeing him, was horrified, he knew that this could be nothing but a bad omen, feeling powerless, he went to grab a bottle of some wine, sat back down at the table and poured himself a pint of wine. And another one, then another one, and another one, then another one. The boy still had electricity in him, so as his mother approached him, she got zapped. His father put his hand on his face, sighed, looked at her, she started laughing, and so did he. The child in his confusion started laughing as well. This family was strongly tied together, the two lovers that became parents met as children during school, much like their child is in love already with someone. They got married when they were eleven, just before she got her first menstruation. As in love as ever even today, as they were when they first met, at the ripe old age of seven. But their life wasn’t always perfect, they first tried to have a child the night they got married, it didn’t pan out sadly. It took them seven years worth of trying before they got the little ball of joy that is Hippos. They had multiple miscarriages, some voluntary, due to the jealousy of others and some involuntary. The laughing had stopped in the house, the mother went to put dinner on the table for the little rascal, as he went got a cloth, some salt, doused the cloth in water, put some salt on it, he started scrubbing his teeth. The father, still drinking his wine, with a lot of dread in his eyes. Hippos started scrubbing real good on his teeth, faster and faster. Suddenly everything started floating, a lighting came down hitting his parents, both turned to ash in an instant. The house, being from mud bricks, got cracked and ashed, but didn’t burn. As he heard the thunder, Hippos turned around, shocked to see his parents dead…

And in Rome…

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Pilot Program - Literal Generic

Michael - 28, Actor

I finally made it, I can’t believe I’m here. Being lucky to live your dream is simply a blessing, even if the road here was nothing but a nightmare. I guess that’s why they say that it’s worth to fight for your dreams and never give up. That’s what he thought to himself… Being back in his dressing room, getting ready for rehearsals, Michael’s excitement was palpable as he fell down on his knees, shaking. Ten years, it took him ten years to get to where he is now. That somehow seems to the usual amount of time before you can taste real success.

Finally, I’m here, at the rehearsal, for my favorite director. Now don’t be such a wuss… Shaking… Hah. I deserve this, I’ve worked my ass to get here. I went through literal fucking hell to get here. Especially because everyone here thinks they’re the artists of all artists, a genius of some sort. Ironic, they’re as generic as they come, nothing else. Acting like they know art and their vision is the only true one, denying anyone or shutting anyone down out of fear of being outsmarted or put to shame. Insecure motherfuckers… Yet, they put you through hell at the first sign of any kind of opportunity. Though they act like angels, these spawns from hell.

Michael, a 28 year old actor, that doesn’t know what it means to give up. A stubborn man that has no competition when it comes to being spiteful in the most interesting of ways. He’s worked at the same construction company for years, while auditioning for parts here and there, to little success until now.

Adeline - 26, Actress

I don’t know why the fuck he got offered the part. What could have he seen in him? He is such a basic ass bitch. I swear, if he keeps me back and ruins the show, I’m going to castrate him. Just to make sure he’ll never reproduce. Do you know how important this play is for me? I’ve been busting my ass for a while, and having such an important director come here? Fuck, that’s a one in a billion chance. So, we have to take this chance, man. This isn’t Broadway, we have no big actors to compete with. But it’s our chance out of here.

It’s what she said, but compared to what Michael was thinking: I’m going to fuck this up, I’m going to fuck this up, I’m going to fuck up the fucking Scottish play. He seemed very composed on failure. Yet this is just the beginning of his journey… Well, not quite. You’re not even reading the beginning, this is just an introduction to Literal Generic.

The Pilot Program is a series where you vote for your favorite next series for 2020. How do you vote? By reading, sharing, liking, commenting and that way, you will choose the story for 2020. This is just the second in a string of short stories. The first one being 20 Questions: https://www.raulfo.com/nobodytheblog/2019/1/23/pilot-program-20-questions

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Attropolis VII

Caution: Attropolis contains strong language, sexual content, disturbing images and immoral grotesque behavior. You have been warned.

The next morning in Creetus a storm was brewing, dark clouds, thunder, the sea unruly, waves hitting the shore high and strong. People were shaken and in a hurry to secure some food, as they rarely bought food for more than one day. But they weren’t afraid of the dark, especially in the mornings, since they all had slept, they regenerated their eye’s ability to shine light in darkness. Hippos woke up to a thunder, his parents nowhere to be found. He went to the window, looked up, the dark sky was enveloping everything, the lightnings were creating a wonderful show that excited him, the thunder was creating a symphony that was raising the hairs on his arm. Suddenly his parents burst through the doors, as rain started to pour down from the skies. Seeing his parents wet, hearing the thunders, Hippos couldn’t help himself, he ran out of the house, the parents didn’t have courage to step out when Zeus was mad, throwing lightnings down at earth. Others were afraid of Poseidon, as he could drown them, when days like these occurred it meant that the very next day, they would have to sacrifice an animal, but that also meant traveling to the foot of Mount Olympus. Hippos was running, ecstatic, each step that hit the ground was creating a splash, the bigger the splash the faster he was trying to run and harder to put his foot down. His white robe, was drenched, sticking to his body. With each thunder he started screaming as loud as he possibly could, thus no one could hear his voice. Some people were looking outside in the darkness and seeing him run past their house. Most of them were scared, the rest thought he was crazy, though no one really recognized who the child was. He had finally arrived in the town square, all alone, no one around, the rain was pouring, the boy started gesturing left and right towards the places the lighting was appearing through sky. He raised his right hand, clenched a fist and rapidly brought his arm towards the ground making a semicircular motion, up and down, as lightning struck the house of one of the town’s most respected elders. A scream that seemed to be the spark that started the fire was heard. Hippos was ecstatic, he couldn’t believe his eyes and his luck. The water got to his ankles, he was shaking, not because he was cold, but because he couldn’t contain all the adrenaline that was rushing through his body. So he started running again, running back to his home. Crying, he had never felt so much excitement in his entire life, like a god striking down upon mortals. Then the rain stopped, like with a snap of the fingers, everything went dead quiet, nothing was moving, he stood in place… Then he….

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Heart to Heart

This is my first rant of 2019, welcome.

I probably talked or have written about similar things before, but now I want to hit on something else, my own happiness.

Why aren't you smiling more?
Well, because you don't give me a reason to smile, maybe it's not your fault, cause I might have things on my mind and I am worried. Maybe it's because you disappointed me, you made my life harder, or took a decision that now I have to deal with. Maybe, it's because you're a hypocrite.

Why do you always joke? You know that's unprofessional, right?
Cause I am funny? Cause I can see the irony? Because it's unbelievably stupid? Because the situation is funny? Or because it reminds me of something funny.

Why are you always so serious? Can't you take a joke?
I thought you wanted me to be more professional and serious, which is it? Or is it that you only want to joke when you ain't the butt of the joke?

You should be happier! Enjoy life more.
I should, but you stand in my way.

Here's how people stay in my way:
They're hypocrites. That's it, thank you.

Nah, I'm joking. Not done, otherwise this fucking rant is pointless, I need to get my point across more clearly so that it hurts.

I can be plenty happy on my own, or with the content I choose to digest, the food I enjoy, the people I choose to be with, and who I am. Happy plenty, grateful plenty, cheerful as it can be. But…

If you stand in my way for no other reason than being an asshole, if you hurt others or make their lives harder and mine too by proxy, then I can’t be happy.

If you’re acting all high and mighty but you’re doing the same thing you accuse those of doing, then you’re a hypocrite and you’re doing no good to me or anyone, so I can’t be happy.

If you choose to take advantage of me, my time, my skills and then throw at me empty words when you are punishing me, then I can’t be happy… How can I?

If you’re creating problems for me because you don’t care, then how can I be happy?

If you’re a business owner, manager, boss of any kind and I see you take advantage and punish your workers for your mistakes, then how can I be professional and be cheerful working for you?

If you’re a hypocrite that is in a position of power and does all this and all this impacts me directly, then how can I be happy? Well, if you’re a hypocrite and you’re asking me to “be the better man” that means you’re the lesser, that means that you just want to take advantage of me or others, that means that you’re blind to how toxic you yourself are. So don’t ask me to be happy, professional, the better man… Because I don’t need you to ask any of that from me, because I know I can be. But that doesn’t excuse you. Yeah, you. Democrat, republic, whatever… All the same shit to me if you’re a hypocrite and can’t do what you ask from others.

Conclusion: If you want the best from someone, be the best and give your best too. Don’t mistreat them, don’t punish others for your mistakes and your idiocy.

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Attropolis V

Caution: Attropolis contains strong language, sexual content, disturbing images and immoral grotesque behavior. You have been warned.

Jonis Aledranxus started his class, again, this time he tried staying on the topic of Astrology. The classroom was silent as they were still afraid of their teacher. A balding pug of a man, that got all red if he got angry, he did have a tempter and a tick of screaming at something, anything given the chance. He had a very imaginative mind, no one dared to get in an argument with him, as his arguments were always strong, to the point and he'd never back down. I think that was called stubbornness. This class was an introduction to the zodiac signs and what they meant. "You see, children. The gods have devised a way to communicate with us. As I told you before today, those pale dots on the sky are what we call stars. They are put there by gods in order to help us with our daily lives. This is the reason we're having the astrology class so late in the day, so we can observe the sky." said the professor. The children were all visibly excited by this, as he gave them some hope. Hippos wasn't really paying attention to any of this, since he sat next to his love, thus he had a hand between her legs, something new to play with. He had never touched something like that before until now, it was exciting, for her too. And since it was already dark, no one could really see what they were doing. Suddenly he had an idea, he went down onto his all fours and put his head between her legs. It smelled like a platter of sea food, but he liked it, so he started liking and licking. She loved every single moment of it. "These dots are in formations we call constellations, some of the more complex ones, we call zodiac signs, anyone can find them, since they each represent something. These twelve zodiac signs are: Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn Aquarius and Pieces. Aries is representatives of a ram, showing their stubbornness, Taurus is a powerful bull, Gemini are twins in synchronicity, Cancer is a crab that can pinch, Leo is a ferocious lion, Virgo is a tender virgin, Libra is a righteous scale that knows how to balance things, Scorpios is someone that can be deceitful, Sagittarius always hits his point, Capricorn can adapt itself on land or water, Aquarius can't keep a secret, and finally Pieces... That can get through anything in life like they are fish in water. If we look at the sky, we can all see these zodiac signs as constellations. These zodiac signs correspond to an well thought out and researched arbitrary dates, so we each of us have a our own individual sign, depending on when during the year you were born. The position of these constellations in regards to this flat earth is how the gods communicate with us. But that's not all, there are oracles, those with such high abilities to discern how the stars outside of the zodiac signs impact our lives. These oracles have a sixth sense and the ability to understand the gods tongue itself." said professor Jonis Aledranxus. Suddenly there was commotion around the classroom, you could hear soldiers approaching. Hippos got up from between her legs, his mouth was prune like, she was shaking. The soldiers with torches surround the classroom, the professor told everyone to stay calm. A few soldiers approach Jonis and tell him that he is under arrest for sodomy. Jonis, unhappy hearing that he started fuming, turning red, he was angry and started screaming. "I AM A RED BLOODED HUMAN BEING! YOU CANNOT ARREST ME FOR SOMETHING THAT IS SO HUMAN" he spewed with anger at the soldiers. They explained to him that having sex with frogs to prove that they are homosexual is in fact sodomy and it is not tolerated in a civil society like Creetus. The soldiers told him that he could either choose confinement or being banished from the city. Since no parent would want such a creep close to their children. And thus, Jonis Alendraxus was banned from Creetus for having sexual intercourse with frogs to prove their homosexuality.  So, the children were left to go back home to their parents, since they had no teacher for the evening. Most children were happy and confused at what just happened, their parents were about to get a very long evening of explaining what homosexuality is, why some people do that and what are frogs.

And in Rome…

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Attropolis IV

Caution: Attropolis contains strong language, sexual content, disturbing images and immoral grotesque behavior. You have been warned.

An afternoon in Creetus meant a few things, school for children, end of work day for adults, drinking and setting up the traps around the city. The traps usually were set up by men, before they started drinking. So they can fend off against predators, so they wouldn't be attacked in the middle of the night. As many died in an incident a few moons ago, when a few wolves and some lost bears that came down from the mountain, they had entered people's homes and started eating them. A rare thing to happen in a city that is situated between the coast, the mountains to the north and fields to the south. But then again nature was cruel, it was vicious, if you didn't know how to set a trap, how to handle a sword or some kind of weapon. Hippos was heading back to school, on his way he met some of his classmates. Most of his classmates were still scarred from the previous lesson that was supposed to be about astrology, yet had turned into a life lesson. Being a busy afternoon, like most afternoons, the city was a noisy cluster, yet in all this cluster, everyone knew exactly what they had to do and how to do it. Well, some more than others, but that's life, not everyone can be perfect. A head rolls in front of our young boy, Hippos, and his classmates. Gushing blood, with its eyes getting whiter, the children started screaming. But him? He started kicking it and laughing, making a mess on the street, though his infectious laughter, calmed the rest of the children down. So they started kicking the head towards the school, passing it from one to the other. And what a wonderful afternoon it was indeed, the pure imagination and the joy of the children playing something different was just something lovely to witness. As their innocence wasn't seeing a dead man, that had memories, had a life, had a family, a daughter, and just happened to had had an accident, but a simple round squishy thing they can kick around for fun. Thus what seemed a long road ahead for them to school, turned into a nice afternoon, where they simply forgot about the terrors of the underworld and wrath of the gods sitting at mountain tops. They got at the school building, there, his love was waiting for him. Her mother had made a necklace for her, attached at that necklace was the head of the bird Hippos had gifted her that morning. The stench of blood was reeking off of him, he had part of an eye stuck between three of his toes on one foot. On the other, he had some small cuts and a couple of teeth stuck, where he was bleeding, his sandals still covered in some shit he had stepped in that morning, mixing with the blood, gave it a new aroma. She didn't mind any of that, the only thing she cared about was his smile, enthusiasm, and bravery. A bravery none of the other children had shown, well, that's not the only thing Hippos was showing, as his pecker was usually outside or he was playing with his pecker, even during classes. She was very into him, they had common interests, playing with their genitals in school seemed to be the common hobby they had, these adorable children. It was like an explosion when two starts cross in each other's path and collide into something magical. Though Fate was grim, she was an old lady taking care of the premises, cleaning up the place after the teachers and children. The poor woman was in her fourties, not many got to her age, mostly due to childbirth and disease. Yet here she was, with all her twelve children dead at or before the age of five, taking care of this school, with children of all ages running around, reminding her that maybe if one of the children would have lived past the age of five, her husband wouldn't have hung himself a five years ago while on a drunken stupor. Yet her days aren't as lonely anymore, as random people usually hit on her, with a punch to the back of the neck, as maybe one guy or multiple plow her. Not that she would say no, but then again she is enjoying these encounters as they seem thrilling and remind her of when she was young. As boys her age and men chased after her, to put her on the ground and stick their poles into her feel good hole, that's the way she always liked it, since she grew up that way. Years had past the only thing that changed was her age, and the fact that children don't like her anymore. They used to, but once the wrinkles show, children start to remember that it would be like having intercourse with their mother. And no boy wants to have intercourse with their mothers. Some girls used to love having intercourse with their fathers, uncles and extended family, but that changed as war has taken over in these past decades. 

And later, during class...

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Pilot Program - 20 Questions

Welcome, this is the first in a series of short stories I will post throughout the year. These short stories will be future works on this blog. Just like Attropolis is this year’s short story, so will one of these, the short story for 2020. How do you come into play? You read the stories, you share the stories, you leave comments until August of 2019. In September I’ll have a masterpost with a poll right here, asking you to vote for a whole month and then, on Jan. 4th 2020 you will read the first chapter and winner of the Pilot Program.

The first entry, I already talked a little bit about it, so, I’m going to bring it back: 20 Questions. Enjoy, comment, share and like.

20 Questions

Will you or will you not?

So my dating life wasn't stellar, to say the least, that is to be very, very kind with the choice of my words. Now, to tell you how this all began. One day while I was attending college, I got this weird and down right distressing message: "Please come and see me, I beg you. I really need to see you right now." The message itself was strange, the stranger part was that it was from my ex-girlfriend. And looking back on how it all ended, I couldn't think of a single reason why she would send me that message, other than the fact that she needs help…

But, there was still a chance that she just wanted to see me, in which case I did not want to be bothered. So I replied with a simple and very dull message back, saying: "What do you need?" The response to that was almost the same message, but with an added hook to reel me in: "I need to see you, please! Just this once, I need you for something. I need your help! Please come behind the college building. I promise you, you will not regret it." Thing number one about this message that made me curious, "Come behind the college building", something she would never say or a place she would never visit. Second thing: "I need you for something, I need your help", my reaction was something along the lines of: "What the fuck? I need you for something? I need your help? Why?" But then I got a little frustrated, since she wouldn't respond properly to the questions I had, so I went along.

And what a surprise awaited me, I was stupefied. I got there, saw her together with another girl, so naturally I asked myself if that girl needed help with something. But when I started talking to my ex, she started explaining the following thing, this was the thing that left me stupefied: "So you know how you ended the relationship because of your… Reasons? You said that someone perfect for you would be someone to understand your weird thoughts and whatnot?" My prompt response was something like this: "Stop it please, I do not want to either remember or talk about that anymore. At least not with you. So why did you bring this up? Why did you beg me to come here? And finally what do you want?" She continued saying that she found the perfect girl for me, saying: "Tadaaaa." And pointing towards her, that girl she brought with her. My thoughts were “what the fuck is wrong with her”, so I asked her why did she do this? And if she is out of her freaking mind. She smiled and said that it's the least she could do and that she wanted to help me in some way. So, she insisted to introduce me to this girl, at first glance she seemed cute. But with further analysis from a short distance while my ex was talking, I noticed that she is actually adorable, quite beautiful and I liked the way she was clothed. So my thought went to a: "Fuck it, why not." But I should have probably listened to my ex instead of analyzing the girl.

And this is how I got introduced to her, July. So without any further ado, I asked her: Did you know why she brought you here? What this was all about? And to my surprise she nodded. So I asked her: Don't you find this strange or weird in any way? She seemed a bit shocked, so I explained how she was introduced to me by my ex and that I actually thought she needed help and I did not expect it to turn into something like this. So she started laughing, while my ex was just leaving. July simply asked me: "So what do you want to do? Will you or will you not?" Somehow I felt like this was my second and last chance with her.

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Attropolis III

Caution: Attropolis contains strong language, sexual content, disturbing images and immoral grotesque behavior. You have been warned.

The Colosseum was chanting the ritual in unison with the priests. This went on for a few minutes, before a hush fell over the crowd. The high priest, with a sensual movement, as he approached the sacrifice, the crowd became hypnotized by him. Step by step by step, the tension was rising, the crowd was shaking in anticipation, the high priest tripped and stabbed the sacrifice in the eye. The silence persisted for a moment, until the stands started screaming in terror together with the sacrifice. Blood was dripping down his face, the people started booing the high priest, demanding his head to be taken clean off too. The high priest was pleading that the ground was uneven, it was all the fault of his understudy. Laughter burst from the crowd, hearing such nonsense from the priest. The Senate was ready to pardon the priest for his mistakes, as he was a powerful figure. But the stands weren't buying any of it, laughing him off, booing him, mocking his excuses by screaming "I tripped on the wind", "I sneezed and I fell." After seeing the crowd reactions, afraid of not being made fun of too, the senate and the Caesar settled on executing the high priest for embarrassing the Empire and probably bringing the wrath of the gods upon them. Thus that day turned from three executions and one sacrifice, to four executions, one pardon and no sacrifice. As they needed to find someone else to sacrifice, since they couldn't give a damaged gift to the gods, since that would be disrespectful. And so, the high priest's head was cut off, with one hard swing from the executioner. The one that was supposed to be sacrificed that day, died a few days later from the nasty infection and blood loss. The children had one very exciting day until that point. It was time for their break, they all headed towards their respective homes. The four had split up, Juliusegos was left with one of the poorer kids, he was an immigrant from the Greek city of Troy, his names being Daedelus. Juliusegos didn't really care about how rich or how poor other people were, as long as they wouldn't steal any of the attention he was getting. As per usual from his way from school, he was taken the side roads, near the river Tiber. Vibrant with greenery, musk, mushy earth and not much housing around, he loved to play around there, usually getting home covered in mud and dirt. Jumping, doing cartwheels and just a bunch of tomfoolery, Juliusegos favorite past time, sometimes he was catching frogs or even fish on the banks of the river. Daedelus was enjoying this very much too, as most of his memories were on the road with his parents, trying to move away from Troy. The roads were harsh, winter came early that year and hit them fast and hard. Cities were widespread and rations were small the further you were moving away from bigger cities. His father was always proud of the fact that they didn't take a boat towards Rome as they probably would have died in the storms. Though tragedy struck them one day during their hardship filled trip towards Rome when a bear mauled his father to death and him and his mother were stuck in a tree for three days. After those three days, they got down and moving again, though at one point entering the Empire, her mother got raped by a bunch of Roman soldiers. A few days later when they got bored of her, she was released. And they restarted their journey, it took them another three weeks to finally get to Rome. They had settled in a pretty bad part of town, yet her mother had found some decent work. Daedelus liked playing around, from boys to girls, he liked playing around with everyone, a happy and energetic little boy. A wild boar suddenly took Daedelus in his aims, hitting him and ravaging his corpse. Juliusegos at that time was climbing a tree and didn't even notice. After the boar was done with the little boy's body, he went on his merry way. Juliusegos jumped down from the tree and went on his merry way home too. Once he got home, he was alone, his mother again was on her sacred duty of having sex somewhere in town. He sat on a wooden chair at the table, happily eating some stale bread his mother had made a few days ago and drinking some sour milk. There was a horrible, fowl stench coming from somewhere inside the house, yet he wasn't bothered by any of it, in fact he was used to it. But his mind was somewhere else, he still had a couple of hours before the break ended and school had to restart. Though this was just the beginning of the journey for Juliusegos. And in Greece...

End of Part 3

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