A Funny Story To Tell

My role play partner at the time decided to have my juggle chainsaws as a dangerous stunt, though to be even more mean to me, they let the chainsaws have a mind of their own. I ended up running for my life, that is, until I came across this strange old man who had a waist length white beard. He claimed to be Julius Caesar, so I was lost in a deft defying sword fight. In the mist of it all, it came to a draw, and I surprised him by going back on my word. I claimed to be Hitler, and I cut him in half, only to forget I was being chased by rabid chainsaws. They snuck up apon me, and chopped off my head. They feasted apon my body and innards. As if chainsaws could eat. Yes, that is what I thought. But I was wrong, oh so very wrong.