one day it all started off with a "I hate you father".
Well ill tell you from the beggining. Once in a land forbidden of robot kind a boy always wanted one, he would always ask the same question.
Why cant i have a robot! and every time he asked his father gave him a cut from a sacred dark blade. The most painful wepon from the past.
Every time it hurt. He asked so much that the amount of cuts he got, he went into a coma. his father was scared every time. because every time he cut his son he was haunted by his sons mother and he swore he would never cut him again, But he always did cut him again.

This is retarded. I notice a trend lately of people writing a few sentences of some crap that comes to their mind, and then posting it in the stories forum. This is a forum for stories, you know chapters and long walls of text and stuff.

Seriously.

Dude im just having a try its not like its the end of the friggen world because i didnt do a good job.

Dont have a spaz