Rgarstland Underground City Guard -Ghartzley- -shaded- -contest- -story in desc-

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Hiiiii. This is shakingbroom!

I am entering a skin for the contest, and it comes with a special little story.

As the the drunken guards pour out of the tavern, the youngest soldier, named Ghartzley, was pushed into one of the ditchs from the old mining projects. Ghartzley couldn't get up, as his left ankle and both hands crippled, he had to stay down. He called out "Help me, help me please! I do not want to die!" but nobody could hear him. He found a small water source, dirty as it was from one of the sewers, but that also led up. "Oh my, my luck! Climb, we shall, and I shall live!". As he was a few meters up, he slipped. He had been climbing for serveral hours, and had only climbed a few meters because of his hands and ankle.
He then died a slow and angonizing death.




That wasn't the best story ever, but thanks for reading.