Assasin Cakes
Disclaimer: Me no own MapleStory. Me taking a break from Arrow to Bow cause me still have no ideas! YAYYY! And also take a break cause me forced out of my archer (no details) and me had to make and play a sin, who me normally hate D:
A/N: Lyke Roflcopters, I was too lazy, and I no write lolololololol. But I will commit this time:O This little break story is already planned out..it's kinda comedyish...Prolouge, 4 chappies, and a posible epilouge that I'm not sure about oO
Prolouge
Now, once upon a time, in the beginning of MapleStory, there were four "real" founders. Their chosen ones are our current "founders". Each one of them was bestowed odd powers by their god while they were simply doing their daily duties.
As it is known, there were four original founders. For the soon to be "warriors", there was a handsome young man with chiseled cheekbones who had a...how should I say it...slight fascination with...er...Indians. He was white, but he has made a hazelnut dye that, combined with his healthy tan, gave him light brown skin. His name was Albert, but he had given himself the name "One Who Sits Around the Fire With Many Wives".
The founder of the soon to be "archers" was an orphan girl who lived in the woods near what we now call Henyses. She played freely, day by day, frolicking with the trees, and, in turn, they dropped their fruits and nuts for her. She was one with nature, a happy child. Her long blonde tresses hung around her playful, slender face, and she was adorned in a long dress made of tree bark, coated with moss on the inside, covered with autumn leaves on the outside. Her name...well, she didn't have a name, really. She had been abandoned in the forest at birth, and knew neither English or the property of names. She spoke in the whispering tones of trees, the sound the wind makes when it blows, wisping, through their many branches.
The founder of the soon to be "mages" was a old man with a small wispy goatee. He lived with his young kid. His kid had two very small horns, for he was still growing. The kid's name was Bonker, or Bonk for short. And in case you are confused, I, dear listeners, am talking about a baby goat. A kid.
The old man was devoted to his young kid. Day in, day out, he would be preparing fresh, sweet plants for the kid, or combing his hair, or comparing their goatees, or measuring the height of his horns (in millimeters), or simply sitting there, admiring the kid he had raised for several months.
That really, was all he did.
His name was Billy. And his godson was named Bonker.
The founder of the soon to be "theives" was a young man whose parents had arranged for him to be married to an crazy, massive brute of a woman. He had been lowered from a high-spirited athletic young man to someone people could only refer to as a househusband. He cleaned and cooked and spent his day doing various duties, so that his wife would not start fake crying and tell his parents that he was not doing his "duties". Whereupon he would be punished by his parents--that is, be forced to grovel at the feet of his wife for 5 hours. His name was Vlad.
His life was pretty sad.
A/N: Omg random rhyme! oO
And, for now, that is the story, until we continue in abject glory.
A/N: xDDDD That sucked -.- Well, neways, the next chap is gonna be how sins and dits were made...if you wants a hint look at the title xD
And I'm not biased against other jobs...I just haven't thought of the others yet :D