“What a shame.”
A man in a black robe, wearing a skull-shaped mask, let out his emotion. Sadly, he had to kill his pet.
It looked like a dog. Its body lay on the sand of the desert, three wounds caused by a triangular pick (impossible to stitch, as we all know) open on the canine-looking creature's body.
It's commonly known as a blood puppy, because of the fact it feeds on human flesh and looks like a dog.
“I guess there's a reason why they're not called blood hounds, if they get too greedy after a month.”
People would have long since tamed these abominations, if not for their aggressiveness.
But he was not happy, because the man called (mostly by himself) Lich loved all creatures born by the extensive bombardments that happened 12 years ago, when he was about 14 years old.
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“Poor little puppy. Why did you have to grow up?”
But it had to die, for its size was increasing, and with it the nutrition it required.
At first, Lich could feed it one “blood pack” (as he called them) a day, but it needed more and more food to be calmed down.
Of course, by blood pack, he meant a human body.
He wanted to bury his dog, but sand maggots got to the body first, gobbling it down in a speed visible to the naked eye.
“Whatever. I'll just find a new friend.”
Lich looked toward the north, and started walking again.
And he walked.
And walked.
And walked.
Just because a hooker he was about to feed to his dog, “princess”, told him he was pointless.
That sentence got him to think about his life.
'Why do I live?'
Because he wanted to, of course.
'But why do I want to live?'
That was a question he couldn't answer.
Because there was no answer. Day after day, he survived through many dangerous situations.
So he thought extensively (for about a minute) and came to a conclusion.
“I shall travel to the North Pole!”
With this resolution starts a tale of love, friendship, and the civilizations of the new world.
As well as the one who destroys it, the king of the undead, Lich!
But before that, he sang.
“Always look on the bright side of life…”
And to the song about being happy in bad situations, he marched.