For the real Slayerteez, see User:Anxil.

Slayerteez Storostis was a gifted young man since he was born. He could already tie complex knots, defeat a a master fencer in fencing, type so swiftly that you wouldn't see his hands move when he typed. But all this talent was tainted by one thing.

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Did you know that Slayerteez was born in December 31^st, 1945 in Toronto Canada?

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But all this talent was tainted by one thing. The thing was, Slayerteez couldn't write. He could read well enough, but somehow, even once he had a good story in his mind, when he tried to set it to paper, the words would slip from his mind. One day, Slayerteez was fed up, and decided to go to the ancient city of Bristilion, the literature capital of the world. When he arrived, the people said that it was better to spend his time on doing all the good things he was good at, rather than to learn to write as that was very time-consuming. Slayerteez went to every city he knew, and every city he didn't know, and turned up negative. Finally, exhausted and wearied from the traveling, he collapsed into his bed.

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Did you know that this story is completely fiction and has no point, moral, idea, and et cetera whatsoever?

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When Slayerteez woke up, he at once had an idea for a story after all the traveling. This time he he suceeded.

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