Once Upon A Freaking Time
There was a kingdom in the far away land of Concreteonia. This land, ironically, was very plush and soft. The Princess was named Brick. She...well...actually was very pretty. She had long auburn hair with chocolate eyes and a foxlike nose. She was tall too. One day, Brick looked out upon the land and noticed that the people lacked in communication. Brick, being the do it yourself type, skipped the whole "royal decree" thing and just went out and set up a giant wall. "HEY PEOPLE I RULE!!" She shouted out. The people came out of their houses to see Brick and the majestic pillow wall. "This is for communication, just post a note on the wall or write down a bunch of people for a "group conversation"." Brick beamed, proud of her new idea. The people nodded understandingly, liking the idea of the conversation wall. Brick personally favored the idea of the group conversations and put her closest friends into one with herself. For a while, everything went great! People posted paintings of their cats and many many stupid self portraits. The land was more friendly than it had ever been, which is saying something, the residents of a land that is literally soft are usually pretty darn nice. The princess's personal chat went well also, they found a way to magically share funny moments from each other's lives as if the other person was watching. They spammed each other with those and paintings. After a while, the princess realised that she had not documented her life in any way. "I'm just gonna punk whatever freaking generation that finds this and make a really dumb book!" She decided. She gathered all her friends to work on the prank book but they just talked about drawings imported from Weebland. Brick tried many times to get them to work on the book with her, but the court jester kept changing the group's painting when Brick just wanted it to be a FABULOUS painting of the land's most infamous wizard complete with sparkles and blushing cheeks.  Brick started to feel unneeded. This made her angry. At this point, she had two choices, she could wait and see how it went,  or she could just TRAAAANSSSFOOOOORM into her final form and destroy all who crossed her. She went with the first one(that's why the story just dosnt end here.) She waited and tried again, and again, and again. But with no avail. She got even more angry and wrote many notes filled with anger. Well, the court jester's friend painted a picture of a bowl of fruit with mad faces and captioned it "unacceptable". Well, Brick lost it. She got so angry at her friends that she actually considered TRAAAAAANNNNSSSSFFFOOOORRRRMing, but didn't, as you couldn't  exactly revive people. Instead, she simply sat down with a cup of coffee and contemplated what to do. She decided that the best option would be to go to the armory, grab a flamethrower, AND BURN THE WALL DOWN!! She did just that. Well, that kinda burned down half the towwwn tooo.....but if anyone asks, that's the town Sorcerer's fault. When the wall was destroyed, well, nobody cared, CAUSE THEY ALL LIVED IN A SMALL TOWN!!! THEYRE ALL NEIGHBORS!! THEY CAN ACTUALLY TALK TO EACH OTHER AND NOT PAINT WHOOOLE PAINTINGS!!!!!

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Good rida-----I mean, good night.