*Bows*
I put a lot of random ideas together and *boom*. Instant epicness. The people of the world need someone like Fail Horse; he's almost always fighting some horrible beast, anything from a gnome to a beastly pickle jar.
XD You sound like me.
I write stories about giant talking chickens,man eating wildebeest,baby heads taking over the world and time travel. It's weeiirrdd..
Crispin was asleep near a large tree in the forest,his dark mane seeming to sway back and forth in a small breeze. He started to stir in his sleep and kicked at the ground,groaning.