My story is a legend. But not anymore. Since the dawn of the construction human dwellings in Nevada, I have been there. Shunned by society. Heckled. Frowned upon. Spit upon. And I was eventually chained. Years passed. I spent most of them building my power. And it grew. When I was released I was put into an ordinary home that would be survellenced 24/7. I spent that time plotting. But I was interrupted. I had conjured up a powerful spell, and the only ingrediant I needed was that sausage. But the wretched kids stole that sausage. I unleashed my sausage truck of vengence upon them. I call him "The Hound". But he was defeated. And with this defeat it was too much for my mortal heart to bear. So my body faded. But that didnt stop me. Months later after my earthly body was dead, The Sausage King formed me a new one. A more powerful one. This time, there will be no survivors. My vengence will be swift and merciless. Already my army of minions is growing. The time has come for you to join me, or perish as the weak do...
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