[color=gray][center][h1]THE MAIN CHARACTER[/h1][/center][/color]

THE MAIN CHARACTER stood impatiently, tapping his feet and humming a dank tune that involved being unable to wake up, while waiting for the grand god Harambe to bestow  his secrets upon the CHOSEN1. Sadly, even after several seconds of waiting, MC's hopes were lost, and he resigned himself to the obvious fact that he was somehow wrong. No! That was impossible. Could the great Harambe somehow be late? Or did he assume that some other fleshy creature was more important than THE MAIN CHARACTER? Truly, the fault lie in the hands of someone other than MC.

Having cleared his conscience, MC looked around the dingy alleyway that supposedly allowed for plot-convenient moments. How true was such an idea? An odd place like an alley allowing basically anything to happen, really? MC was starting to become skeptical of his own legends, which wasn't that terrible, considering there were over 1337 of them. Whilst deep in thought, MC decided to let his senses of lesser interest take control, specifically his sense of smell, which seemed to find something inherently peculiar in this shitty mortal realm.

What was that scent? It was so alienating, yet so clearly familiar, as if that scent was always with him, yet also never so. Oh, yes, of course! It was the scent of [color=#F7FF00]B[color=ed1c24][s] [/s][/color]l[color=ed1c24][s] [/s][/color]u[color=ed1c24][s] [/s][/color]e[/color]! What else could it be? From this obvious bit of information, MC inferred that Harambe had to have appeared nearby, teleported by the vari embodiment of [color=#F7FF00]B[color=ed1c24][s] [/s][/color]l[color=ed1c24][s] [/s][/color]u[color=ed1c24][s] [/s][/color]e[/color].

So, THE MAIN CHARACTER looked at the building next to him, a shabby hospital, seemingly constructed just for such a plot-important event, and, with all of his determination about him, ran into it, gunning for the large, glorious god.

Eventually, he found a conglomeration of many buffoons who paled in comparison to the glorious power of THE MAIN CHARACTER. What he found was a clown, a large idiot with bad hair, and a grand patriot, all seemingly being lectured by the great and powerful Harambe. Yes, it was clearly him. That aura, that power, that majestic form of one who had truly gotten kid.

As soon as his eyes had rested on the form of Harambe, MC's hands shot down to his pants, eager to unleash his respect for the god. Yes, it was a grand custom that MC had grown up with, "Kids out for Harambe". All hail, all hail. But, no, this was not the time for such formalities, and THE MAIN CHARACTER was sure that both he and Harambe knew that. MC put his hands to his side before kneeling down before the god, speaking with a high regard for the grand being.

[color=gray]"Oh great and powerful Harambe, I am the CHOSEN1, THE MAIN CHARACTER, the one who is destined to GET ALL THE KID. Will you teach me in your ways, oh great gotter of kid?"[/color]