The Story of Swag
My name is Brovo, I was once a small black boy, born and raised on the pacific. My parents were slaughtered by the mighty heathens when I was only 13. I still remember that day, and since then I vowed to get my parents revenge on the dirty heathens, so I started buying nike. Everything was nike, my shirt, shoes, socks, shorts, and I even started wearing compression pants. My swag level was higher than drysound, I woke up with bitches everyday, and I roasted marshmallows with gorillas. I knew I was ready, I started my journey to the mighty heathen chamber, arcadicon the resting spot of all the dirty fangirl heathens, I started my journey with nothing but my wits and amazing good looks, my swag level made me next to invincible but even with that I knew this journey could not be completed alone, so me being as swag as I am called upon the other mighty swag bandits, J-money, and Barry. They fell from the heavens like gods, I told them "go now we must hurry grab your armour and weapons." "alright," J-money responded and flew away. We all went our separate waysto gear up for the fight. I went to the market but to my disadvantage they didn't sell nike armour so from this point on I wouldn’t be able to dunk like Jordan. “Give me your finest armour.” I said to the merchant, he then led me down a tunnel behind his stand into a small room where there was a standing box at the back of the room, he opened it and revealed the most sexy, swagalicious armour I have ever seen. The merchant said 2000 so I punched him in the flap sack and curb stomped his fish whiskers and took the armour. I returned to the meeting point ready for battle my sword on my side and some pretty swag armour. J-money came barrel rolling over the hills, and Barry, like a majestic giraffe, was carried down by a bird. We started our walk of a million miles to the heathen home and about half way through, we heard something, something, distorting and awful. “Barry,” I said, “your ears, their bleeding!” And over the great hills of Lotsaswag ran a beast blasting the mighty heros with his trap. Drysound, he dropped the bass and the heros flew back there ears dripping blood. Barry attacked but the god had some sort of force field and Barry was sent flying back again. I had an idea and pulled out my phone. He swiftly went to the app known as “soundcloud” and carelessly tapped the unfollow button. This angered drysound and caused him to go into a seething rage, making him spam the comment section of every song he could get his hands on. When he realized that no one cared about him he pulled out his turntable and started dropping some massive sick beats. The brave heroes fought through the ear piercing garbage, but the force field was still up. I had a idea, with the powers of swag I summoned turntables and returned drysound’s shit music with some swag bass dropping, his force field had dropped letting barry swing his mighty sword slicing drysound’s turntable in 2. Now that he was defenceless the 3 brave heros attacked the mighty beast, he fought back but without his fans and his ableton he was weak. J-money and Barry fought him off well I summoned the pits of eternal trap, the portal was open and drysound was weak, Barry took one final swing before the mighty trapster fell into oblivion. It was over, the trapster was gone. After a few minutes though Barry started feeling dizzy and noticed he had lost a lot of blood from the shitty music piercing his soul, he collapsed passed out from blood loss soon after J-money collapsed, and I carried them until I dropped unconscious. I opened my eyes, laying there for what seemed like an eternity, until a group of swag bandits came to steal our nike high tops, after a quick incision to the face with my sword they ran away