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  Once, a puppet master desired to produce the realest puppet of all time. After weeks and weeks of carefully cutting only the finest cypress wood, manufacturing extremely expensive enamel, handmaking fine silks and velvet, a town, people would die in the strangest ways imaginable. For example, when the puppeteer visited a small town called Hamphetshire, a young boy, not much older than 12, had been found dead, with cords that were attached to his feet, legs, hands, arms, and head tied to the right hand of a statue present in the town. Also, the master of puppets once woke to the puppet moved mysteriously to his bed in the middle of the night.
  These mysterious deaths happened for 2 more months. Finally, the governor of his province ordered him to leave the province, or face death. And so, the puppet master left. On his way to the northern province, he saw a rather sizeable river. Having Walter with him, and with his temper at its minimum, he opted to hurl Walter into the ice-cold river.

  The master of puppets had been living in the northern province for several months. One day, he awoke to a shadowy figure standing over him. He jumped out of bed, but the figure had mysteriously disappeared. He fell asleep again. When he awoke to the bright morning light, there were 17 dead people tied to his windows, door, and hanging from his chimney. Naturally, he was arrested for homicide.
  A week later, while in prison, he awoke to blood stains on his wall in the shape of text that read, "A STORM IS COMING." A week later, a vast invasion force of a previously unknown pirate fleet of ironclads bombarded the city, killing hundreds. The strange thing was, no one glimpsed the crews.
  Over the next month, pirate fleets, fully masked soldiers, and even storms killed thousands of people. During a fleet bombardment, the door to the former puppet master's cell was blown open. He ran, but then something happened that had never happened before. All three enemies (the fleet, soldiers, and lightning storm) attacked at the same time. It was chaos. Never before had a city been striped of its population so quickly. Finally, the master of puppets was the only one left. However, he was ambushed by the soldiers, who left him bound in the middle of a cobblestone street. There, suddenly, at the end of the road, was a puppet. It was Walter, who came up to his old master, and said, "There are no strings on me." The puppet master was never seen again.
  After that, the attacks ceased, and the city gradually rebuilt itself and its population. However, no one has ever seen Walter again. In that city, he has passed into legend. But, to the men and women who had watched Walter as children, it will always be known as "The Rogue Puppet."


Thanks for taking the time to read this story I came up with in about 10 minutes. I thought it would be nice for this skin to have a story.
Also, the bottom half of the legs are supposed to be transparent, as this is a hand puppet.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy!