Tell me a story, Daddy.
Okay, Sweetheart. Once upon a time there was a shirtless man who rode horses to show off his manly chest. In fact, he frequently took of his shirt for no reason. He ran his village with an iron fist, disposing of all suspected enemies in horrible ways. So fearsome was he, that other villages refused to trade with him. His people grew hungry and thirsty for vodka.
His response was to attack and conquer the other villages. The populace was distraught. Who would save them from the shirtless madman?
Word came that there was a powerful man from far across the orean, someone who led the strongest village ever. Yes, he woud be the one to come with his forces and save them. Their hopes soared.
But one day a photo appeared showing the savior shaking hands and smiling at the shirtless beast. Chagrin followed.Now their only hope was for the shirtless man to fall off his horse and land on his head.
What happened? This story is not quite finished, my dear. But don't worry. You are safe. It's just a story.
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