The Stories Papa Told

[Banackock 8,141]

As you laid in bed late at night, all tucked away ready for slumber, you listened to the voice of your papa tell you countless stories of princes, warriors, pigs and such. If you can think back so far to remember a tale of a little boy who cried Wolf, there's obvious reasons as to why. However, the story papa told you was much less true and very much so appropriate for your eyes as a wee little lad. It's safe to say the forests were never safe and that the shadows remained black day in and day out to hide something. Some beast, some predator with the power, strength and willingness to fuck up anything that crossed his path.

 

But, it's not all that it seems. In the forest, the trees always blocked the sun and kept things cool. Thus, because of the ideal setting in Sweden, the kids built a rink and on that ice. It was there that the beast called home everyday after school with his friends. It was there that he carved his game into almost perfection. The dark predator is here and in short time, will be sinking his teeth into opponents.

 

OH LORDY OH LORDY, Sven Wolf.

 

Just give me the tpe. After that Rookie Profile my fuckin brain hurts.