Selozar . had always hated cold catacombs with its repulsive, robust rocks. It was a place where he felt worried.

He was a mean, hungry, wine drinker with solid fingers and tall hands. His friends saw him as a glorious, gorgeous giant. Once, he had even helped an innocent old man cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.

Selozar walked over to the window and reflected on his quiet surroundings. The rain hammered like eating elephants.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of AloneTraveler .. AloneTraveler was a selfish guard with handsome fingers and wide hands.

Selozar gulped. He was not prepared for AloneTraveler.

As Selozar stepped outside and AloneTraveler came closer, he could see the magnificent glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want equality," AloneTraveler bellowed, in a proud tone. He slammed his fist against Selozar's chest, with the force of 5386 monkeys. "I frigging hate you, Selozar .."

Selozar looked back, even more sleepy and still fingering the silver pillar. "AloneTraveler, yabba Dabba Doo," he replied.

They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two raspy, roasted rabbits rampaging at a very energetic holiday, which had piano music playing in the background and two funny uncles running to the beat.

Suddenly, AloneTraveler lunged forward and tried to punch Selozar in the face. Quickly, Selozar grabbed the silver pillar and brought it down on AloneTraveler's skull.

AloneTraveler's handsome fingers trembled and his wide hands wobbled. He looked fuzzy, his body raw like a proud, powerless piano.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later AloneTraveler . was dead.

Selozar . went back inside and made himself a nice glass of wine.

THE END