Knock, knock. The sound that would change his life forever.
He ignored the sound like every other signal in his
Visual Novels. It is why he is so bad at
calculus. He looked at the door and heard another knock
then wondered to himself why he was completely naked and
decided he should at least put some pants on before.
He opened his wardrobe only to be greeted with
a smell that skunks would avoid and people will generally
bottle up and sell for exorbitant fees in a konbini.
Clothed in his finest dungarees now he opened the door.
A large, black cloaked, teary-eyed old man reached out
and punched John in the face. The cloaked dude bellowed: "I
do believe John's face just shattered my hand". Regretfully he
realized he had said this aloud, which made him laugh