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I'm so bored I'll write a story

Somewhere in Canada, a garbage called Sypheik was busy cleaning a sweetshop. He was so busy cleaning the shop that he forgot that its true goal on this planet was to hold trash, not clean trash. Well, that garbage actually got fired because he was not doing what he was supposed to.
Sypheik was walking alone in the cold streets of Edmonton. So he found a letter on the floor saying that there was a job offered for a garbage at the grocery store as a shredder. Saddly enough, Sypheik was not qualified to do that kind of job. He kept searching from one place to another, but with nothing in result. Ate the end of the night, when I nearly gave up, he got a mail in the face. That mail was from our god, Sephiroth, saying that he could achieve his goal by making his own trademark, Sypheik garbage inc.

THE END o:

I don't think English is the TC's first language :?

I'm not telling my story... its too awesome ;)

At the dawn of creation, a butterfly flapped its wings. The butterfly, innocent looking as it was, indeed was the most concentrated evil to ever exist. Its name was Fauntleroy. In flapping its wings, Fauntleroy caused the Big Bang to move, not outward in a perfect sphere, but slightly oblonged. One half of the universe would be bigger than the other. And that half would be his.

Fauntleroy waited eternities before putting his plan into action, waited for a single planet on the bulge-side of the universe to mature, to become populated with not only enough butterflies that his own presence would not be noticed, but a race of beings smart enough to leave their planet, but stupid enough to create the PlayStation 3.

At the launch of the PlayStation 3, Fauntleroy again flapped his wings, attempting to push the evil mass further, ensuring its victory over the merely chaotic neutral Xbox 360 and Wii. But, in his haste, Fauntleroy forgot to take into his calculations the fact that the PlayStation 3 was the ****of a large toaster, and had the wight of half a dozen large toasters. As the PlayStation 3 fell, like a rock, upon Fauntleroy, so did his evil plan, aeons in the making.