Part 1 Intro:

I have decided to get personal and tell you a thing or two about my friends. I shall be asigning names to them as a way to gaurd their odd stories. From the preceeding sentence you can infer Seven is a way to say these friends made my life what it is today. Through some time I have seen their differences. I think it can be said they are many seperate individuals yet follow a common feature.

Part 2 Many With Pride:

He was called Many, though pronouced Man-Knee. New to a world he imagined impossible to ever comprehend. How he had arrived upon this world was no short story, yet he had no clue what the story was himself. It was as if he simply awoke one day without knowing anything but his name. Many was blind amongst a city that prided every sign of being the best. The citizens did not care for Many for, he was imperfect. Every day someone would trick him into falling over or knocking into some thing or somebody. He lost hope and lived in the center of town as a beggar. Out of pitty people would throw his scaps and he would drink from the city fountain. These overly proud people knew nothing of perfection yet felt they had all been perfect. One fateful morning an invading army of mighty men struck the city with no remorse. They killed all around, every person thought to live with a stick within their sides. They left but one person to flourish with them in their new kingdom. The general of those invaders gave a very specific order. "Kill them all but, leave the blind man for, he has suffered amongst those who show not a drop of respect."

Part 3 Saixx The King:

Within a land of suffering and disease was a king. Saixx was an old man who knew his doors would soon yeild a tall man in black cloth to come for his ever fading soul. As he lay dying he spoke to his only son. "My young prince, find what it is to bring these people back to their feet and go not the way of a treasure seeking fool." Saixx had passed and his son Covetous took the throne. Covetous ignored his father's last will and sent many mercenaries to find what he felt was rightfully his as a king. When they struck gold he sought more, but his people were all that wished to remained in his kingdom with a will full of hope. He spoke from his balcony to his villagers asking for them to provide what they had so he could cure and rebuild the lands they lived in. Every last person provided what they had owned to him. His people kept silent with their prayers. With those last prayers the disease had taken them all to their graves. Covetous bacame mad lacking a new source of gold and possessions. He then locked himself in a chamber with all his belongings fearing something would come to take what he could not replace. A hog he had recieved from his villagers became his last meal. That hog noticed his greed and the disease within it taken his soul and kept it nice and toasty in its new home.

Part 4 (coming soon):