-to change alleys by the hand of the actual tenants of the surrounding buildings, I would be the one to carry him in my blanket. And although the drool and tears he wept seeped into my only source of comfort in this cruel world, I found your presence a warming substitute for it. And I was content. Until one day, when the emotionless government agents came to our alley and collected all the young. One by one, they took the children, promising better lives for them. I was the last to give him up. I resisted, fought against weapons far superior to anything I could dream to posses. I was without strength. I cried as they walked away. I cried when they rounded the corner. And then I cried for 7 more hours. Then I cried for 7 more months. It was only then that I realized I could do something about it. I discarded my laziness and my weaknesses and set out for a better life. I found it, but I never found Leonard. Until now. It is now that I ask you, my fellow Steam user, may I see your ass?

There, in the darkness of the cold, desolate alleyway of West New York City, where many inhabiting tenants cried themselves to sleep, thinking of dreaming of a not-so-bleak future, but always met with the same nightmare as every night's sleep previous, was born a baby boy. His mother, another nobody that resided in one of the lesser cardboard boxes of the alley, perished during childbirth. The baby was delivered unharmed, with a birthmark on his left butt cheek. Many tenants believed this baby boy wasn't anything special; another pound or 2 of flesh to feed everyday, which only meant less food for the rest of them. But as the days went on, the tenants came to cherish and love the baby. They cradled him when he cried, fed him, and assisted him with so much that he would be otherwise unable to do himself. I was one of these men. I saw this baby go through so much as the years progressed. I was the one to choose his name, after myself and my father before me: Leonard. When we were forced

so there I was.... june 24th, 2006. A dark age, for sure... We were deep into the war at this point, many of us losing faith that anything could ever go back to normal. I hadn't seen my family in months, and for all they knew, I was dead. The world had gone dark, and what we needed more than anything was a shining light, a point of hope. That's where xenoleo came in. If it weren't for him, I have no doubts in my mind that we wouldn't have survived '06. His great callouts saved us, who KNOWS what would have happened if he weren't there to tell us about the elephant in the room. Despite all the men we lost; great friends, people we'd consider family, those who remain unite under this man. It was only after he saved me from nearly being torn to shreds back in '06, did I realize... that this man.... was the chupapi to my munyayo...

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the chupapi to my munyayo

Barricade ass looking mf.

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