Hairy pot and the deathly hollows.

There were once three brothers who were traveling along a lonely, winding road at twilight. In time, the brothers reached a river too deep to wade through and too dangerous to swim across.. However, these brothers were learned in the radical arts, and so they simply used the bodies of several thousand peasants as a bridge to cross the treacherous water. They were halfway across it when they found their path blocked by a hooded figure. And Death spoke to them. He was angry that he had been cheated out of three new victims, for travelers usually drowned in the river. But Death was cunning. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers upon their ingenuity and said that each had earned a prize for having been clever enough to evade him. So the oldest brother, who was a combative man, asked for a beyblade more powerful than any in existence: a beyblade that must always win duels for its owner, a beyblade worthy of a hero who had conquered Death! So Death crossed to an elder tree on the banks of the river, fashioned a robotic assault rifle from a branch that hung there, and attatched it to the oldest brother's beyblade. Then the second brother, who was an arrogant man, decided that he wanted to humiliate Death still further, and asked for the power to recall others from Death. So Death picked up a stone from the riverbank and gave it to the second brother, and told him that the stone would have the power to bring back the dead. And then Death asked the third and youngest brother what he would like. The youngest brother was the humblest and also the wisest of the brothers, and he did not trust Death. So he asked for something that would enable him to go forth from one place to another and interact with faraway people without having to get off his ass. And death, most unwillingly, handed over his own WiFi password on a piece of paper. Then Death stood aside and allowed the three brothers to continue on their way, and they did so, talking with wonder of the adventure they had had, and admiring Death’s gifts. In due course the brothers separated, each for his own destination. The first brother traveled on for a week or more, and reaching a distant village, sought out a fellow beyblade enthusiast with whom he had a quarrel. Naturally with the Robotic Assault Rifle Beyblade as his weapon, he could not fail to win the duel that followed. Leaving his enemy figuratively dead upon the floor, the oldest brother proceeded to an inn, where he boasted loudly of the powerful beyblade he had snatched from Death himself, and of how it made him invincible. That very night, another beyblade fanatic crept upon the oldest brother as he lay, wine-sodden, upon his bed. The theif took the beyblade and, for good measure, tested it on its previous owner. And so Death took the first brother for his own. Meanwhile, the second brother journeyed to his own home, where he lived alone. Here he took out the stone that had the power to recall the dead, and turned it thrice in his hand. To his shock, it turned out to have been just a rock. He had been severely trolled. And so Death added the second brother's name to his list of succesfully trolled victims. But though Death tried to avoid the third brother for many years, he was always able to find him. Wherever he surfed the web, the youngest brother would troll him endlessly. And so the youngest brother had become master of death. He had become the supreme overlord.

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Death is one congenial fellow.

Cant help but feel some sympathy for Death in this story. I get "Trolled" on Chess.com by geezers who either don't like my "fancy dress ball" face, or my comments in forums. Start a game, open chat and get insult from those who like the third brother squander their youth sittin on their arses starin at screens.

(Should be gettin out their heads, lovin their brother man, and understanding why Jerry Garcia's band were called the Greatful Dead and Morrison sung "My only friend the End)

Got me goin. Good story/topic. Keep roasting those wee pigs:-)

=D thanks!

Good story boy!

21 months later and I still like it :)

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