It all started in a small no name town. I don't know if it even should be called a town. Throw a stone and watch it travel from one end to the other.
Yes its that small. Hell I don't think the population is larger then 100 and that's includes pets. Everyone knows each other on a first name basis. That is except for the recluse that lives up on the hill. He rarely comes out of his house, and when he does is always giving dirty looks, growling, and grumbling. I think his stradgey is brilliant. Want to keep people away behave as miserable as possible. They'll avoid you like the plague. But it doesn't seem to work on the kids, they have been terrorizing him for years.
Yes I was one the kids, in one way or another we were all one of those kids. The difference between is I'm willing to admit I was, admit I have a darker side, one that enjoys cruelty, one that uses laughter as a deflection from the self loathing. The old coot definitely got the better of me in the end.