Stanley was a unicorn. He had a bright pink coat and a long flowing, silky, blonde mane and tail. His eyelashes were long and dark, his eyes sparkled like saphires in the sun. Stanleys hooves were black and shiny and sparkled in the early morning sun. He was downright beautiful! This set him back as Stanley was a simple office worker trying to make a living for himself. He just wanted to be taken seriously but from the look of things this would never happen. Stanley the unicorn spent his spare time dressing in womens clothes and wearing a ginger wig. Without clothes Stanley believes that his life isn't worth living and frequently cries down the phone to a suicide hotline, the suicide hotline helped Stanley discover what makes him happy and makes him feel worth something.
It was a sunny saturday afternoon when Stanley finally decided it was time to get up and waste another day of his dull life. So he dragged himself out of bed, still wearing yesterdays clothes and clumsily made his way down the hall way and into the kitchen. Stanleys eyes were still adjusting to the bright light shining through his dusty blinds as he rifled through his fridge searching for some breakfast (unfortunately, Stanleys kitchen was very small and manouvering himself through all of the filth and rubbish proved a difficult task for him as he was a unicorn which meant he was the same size as a horse). Stanley eventually found some half curdled milk and an open can of beans, "this will have to do" Stanley thought to himself as he somehow managed to carry his breakfast over to the table. Stanley pulled out a chair and sat down. The chair collapsed as he was far too heavy, this was the 5th chair Stanley had been through in a week.
By the time Stanley had finished his breakfast, managed to take off his clothes and very awkwardly had a shower, it was late evening. As you can probably tell, day to day life for Stanley was a struggle as he had no hands, just hooves. The fact that he had to live in an apartment on the 10th floor in a block of flats which is big enough for one single man to eat, sleep and poop in probably contributed to Stanleys difficulties. Another major contribution to the day to day problems in Stanleys life was also his job, he worked in an office. Stanley tried typing on a computer but this was difficult as he couldn't press individual keys as his hooves would just mash the keyboard. He tried answering the phone and calling people but he couldn't pick up the phone without assistance. Stanley was pretty much useless, so, his boss asked him to step in as a ladder for shelf stacking in the stationary cupboard, other employees now stand on Stanleys back day in day out.
After a day of being stood on, Stanley would return home round about five o'clock. Back aching. Head aching. The full works. Anyway, it was a late saturday evening and Stanley was beginning to get bored. So, he manouvered himself onto the sofa with his specially made laptop. Stanley decided it would be fun to troll on chatroulette for the evening.
