"THIS…IS….SPARTA!" he roared as he charged the 27,855 enemies alone. Instantly, he was hit by 87 bullets. Lying on the ground having convulsions, he thought, Tell my family I love them.
Who was he talking to? Nobody knew and he threw up some more blood and then died. He died in vain. No one ever knew or cared about him. He worked at McDonalds and he was fired when he screamed at a customer and chopped their head off. Then he stole the kid and sold him to the military for $3.25. That was the most he has ever made in his life. He was proud of his accomplishment. He carried it with pride and told everyone he passed by. He told 27,855 people. They all somehow obtained pitchforks, ak-47's and lots of semtex grenades. They had hidden blades in their clothing and had impenetrable armor from head to toe. He only had a half eaten apple. That's his story. I hope you enjoyed it. THE END