Okay so once upon a time Hobo's dad was scarface and he had sex with a hooker and hobo was born.
Hobo was unlike most boys his age. He had no forehead. Despite being different though, he was never sad.
When people made fun of him he tracked them down and kidnapped them in their sleep, and then left them tied up in a forest to rot.
He grew up with a strong disposition, not willing to change for anyone, not even the police. Once time he tripped on the sidewalk and he went to the ER for fighting the pavement.
As he grew up he learned some basic truths in life. That drugs and sex are all that matter. He knew deep down that it didn't matter how he obtained these things. The man could not keep him down. When he turned 16 he dropped out of highschool and fused a metal plate onto his forehead, utilizing his metal plate as a way to beat his foes to death.
While many moralfags would say he was twisted in the mind, he found no happiness in murder. Only sexual pleasure.
When he left school he took to selling hard drugs, but knew it wasn't where his heart was.
He moved his business to Somalia and began a human trafficking business on the side. He slowly learned that that was where his heart was, and focused more on that. One day when he was inspecting his slaves he stumbled upon a young 13 year old boy named internet. He asked, "What's your name, kid?"
He timidly replied, "I-internet, sir." Hobo then peed on internet's forehead and said "I hate the shy ones." He then took him into a secluded room where he subsided for multiple days. After a week someone came inside the room to make sure hobo was okay. They only found hobo lying on the ground dead with a giant smile on his face, scattered around him were the dismembered limbs of internet, partially eaten by hobo. Written on the walls in blood, there is historical evidence of hobo finding peace in the gospel of shrek.
The end.
Last edited by THIGGIST; Jul 12, 2013 at 04:51 AM.