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History of the american economy

Author: Anonymous (Xavier Smith)
Date: 2000-04-10 00:00:00

1914: The wars of eastern Quebec had ended in failure for the sixtyth time since confederacy. The population had fought well once more against the ever rising forces of Nooine Kalen, dark master of the unknown powers of the Sajewen salt minez, where many riches had once been found, but where now only desolution lies.

1915: A new age of tyrany had been strewn across the lands. It was undeserving of the pride that many of the more admirable tyrants of the eighteen hundreds. Calbo was a simple lad. He had been shot in the face four years earlier. The significant brain damage he had suffered would prevent him from preforming the higher functions of psionic management. There was still a scar below his left eye socket.

1916: Calbo lept to his death from atop the highest of mountain ranges. He could handle the pain no longer.

1917: Boris chernenkov stepped off the cruiser onto the new world. He had been sent on his mission eight years ago, and now he had finally completed his dues to society. He had been sentenced five years of community service after the brutal slaughter of his peers. The world was black with the scent of fame. He knew that no life could be supported upon this world as he fell to his knees from lack of oxygen. In moments he was dead.

1918: My granny once told me that you should never pay up for bread you didnt spit on. She was correct. My granny was a wise woman. So when the facists invaded cuba in 1918, she fought them off using a high caliber musket and her false teeth. Now the only thing I have to remember her by are a few cups of urine from her last medical examination.

History of the american economy - Anonymous - 2000-04-10 00:00:00
-Hehehehe. I watched as he wrote this. Very considerable in the sense that it makes 0 sense. - BandWidth - 2000-04-10 00:00:00