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And so Dehorse managed to bring down the flameboard, and all of the flameboard posters. One by one, ripping them from glory, he gained a cult following. Days turned to weeks as Dehorse ruled the Flameboard with an iron fist. However, the battle for the flameboard was just beginning. Posts were deleted. Threads were locked. People were killed, or worse.. banned. The battle was an epic one, resulting in many deaths, wounded, and missing people. The Flameboard was scorched, everything burned to the ground - only the firey ash remains.
When I came home from the long battle of the flameboard, I was visibly shaken. I told my mother what I had seen. Then she got scared, she said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it, Yo homes, to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
Eleibfrid wins the universe.