Striker of The Gods

In the high decree of life, nothing could actually be true, but for Doe, it was a living. After all, it seems to destroy the main case of life. Doe was a chronical fapper: he had lost his life in his early year. Of course, he was indian: this made him eligible for the fire of life. He went through the fiery cry of rejection. This actually made his life worse by worse. That said, he had the need of mother: It means that he had a mother complex.

Doe: Hey, girl… you look pretty… we should go out on a date. This could actually be beginning of something beautiful. There could no be such perfect ass in the world like yours. In fact, I see you the best girl that there could ever be. At least, this could actually bring me to close fulfilment. LET ME TOUCH THOSE MILKERS!

As he approached the girl in the flashback, the girl threw a punch at him as if he were a dickless thunder. At least, it was not the first time…. That this had happened. That is to say that very few people could actually claim that it was the best way to survive. However, there is something that there was nothing that you could do he was a lost case. At least, they did not have anything in common.

Young girl: NEIN! NO! NON! Hair! EJO! HAHAHA! You are freaking dunce. YOU WILL NEVER GET A GIRLFRIEND!

As the flashback vanished, Doe was looking at Caos. Well, Caos was not a chill guy, but he was hypermaculine. To certain extent, no one could actually raise his own standards to the greatest one. At least, this could actually lead him to misjudge Caos. In fact, he actually thought that he could be like Caos. That is to say that he has been following steps, learing everything about Caos and his style as much as he knew about his loved ones. Generally, it would not take him the long way to persuade him. But… it was different now.

Doe: To say that one waits a lifetime for his soulmate to come around is a paradox. People eventually get sick of waiting, take a chance on someone, and by the art of commitment become soulmates, which takes a lifetime to perfect. I am willing to change me. You could actually help me. You are not like the other one. I SHOULD KNOW YOUR SECRET.

Caos: That is pretty hilarious. There is nothing we can actually do for you. But ”Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you,” can truly say to every group of Christian friends, ”Ye have not chosen one another but I have chosen you for one another.” That means that the friendship is not a reward for our discriminating and good taste in finding one another out. It is the instrument by which God reveals to each of us the beauties of others. That is why I should help you