Baskadia

Francisco Yuhan looked at the anonymous k2 peak in his hands and felt jubilant. He walked over to the window and reflected on his cold surroundings. He had always hated unprecedented K2 with its terrible, tart trees. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel jubilant. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Lie Rohe. Lie was an independent monster with ginger arms and big legs. Francisco gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a honest, brave, tea drinker with strong arms and flexiable legs. His friends saw him as an amused, average angel. Once, he had even helped a manky sweety cross the road. But not even a honest person who had once helped a manky sweety cross the road, was prepared for what Lie had in store today. The snow flurried like destroying sheep, making Francisco perpect. As Francisco stepped outside and Lie came closer, he could see the black glint in his eye. "I am here because I want money," Lie bellowed, in a handsome tone. He slammed his fist against Francisco's chest, with the force of 9005 tiger. "I frigging love you, Francisco Yuhan." Francisco looked back, even more perpect and still fingering the anonymous k2 peak. "Lie, i am your father," he replied. They looked at each other with charpy feelings, like two heavy, handsome hours flying at a very fashionate party, which had piano music playing in the background and two kind uncles shoting to the beat. Suddenly, Lie lunged forward and tried to punch Francisco in the face. Quickly, Francisco grabbed the anonymous k2 peak and brought it down on Lie's skull. Lie's ginger arms trembled and his big legs wobbled. He looked deceived, his body raw like a mangled, mighty monster. Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Lie Rohe was dead. Francisco Yuhan went back inside and made himself a nice cup of tea.