Disclaimer: I don't own Ragnarok online. If I own it, I would be a millionaire right now and not writing some fanfics.

One sunny morning in Prontera fields, a novice wearing an egg shell was beating up a poring. Suddenly a monk arrived.

Monk: EXTREMITY FIST! Nyahahahahahaaa….

Novice: Hey what's that for/sob…

Monk: Because you're a weakling. So get your fucking ass out of here.

I'm gonna get me some angelring card nyahahahahahahaha.

Novice: So why do you have to kill my monster! I got it first dude! Where's the love yo!

Monk: Can't you understand I hate WEAKLINGS. Do I have to talk like a poring to make you understand?

Novice: (Started crying) PAPA! PAPA! Huhhuhuhuhuhuhuhu…..

-5 Minutes later-

Novice: Papa he's the one who killed my monster. (pouting)

Assassin: (With auras glowing around him) So, you're the trouble maker ey?

Monk: uhm… I… uhmm….

Assassin: Speak up or else you shall take my wrathhhhh….

Novice: Yayaya! Speak up! Who's your daddy now?

Knight: I'm the officer around. What seems to be the problem?

Monk: Thank God you arrived! (phew) These dumdumbs are trying to beat me up…

Knight: huh…

Novice: Oh hi uncle Bob.

Knight: Hi little one. Is this monk trying to bully my nephew?

Assassin: Yup bro. He's giving my son a piece of shit!

Knight: WTF (facing the monk) So…

(Trying to look for the monk) Where the hell is he!

Monk: (hiding behind the bush) phew! Good thing he didn't see me.

Novice: Papa! Uncle! He's here behind the bush hiding from us.

Knight: So there you are!

Assassin: SONIC BLOW!

Monk: (With swirling eyes)

SO THAT IS HOW THE LIFE OF THE MONK ENDED

-THE END-

A/N: Hello this is my first fanfic co-written by none other than my ragna addict brother. (He wants me to mention he's name so drum rolls please! ARIEL!) Please review and try to be nice on your reviews. If you have nothing nice to say… please don't bother to tell me. I know this is really short but this is just some fic I made because my brother and me are bored.