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Here’s for you the story of two beautiful princesses turned into donkeys,
but lets begin slowly before arriving at the tragic event: Medio – a beautiful girl with golden hair and a dreamy, mysterious aura was the contrast to Eva, her entirely different sister, cute only to the jackass – the famous blind (of Siena)!

Castello medioevale

The drama of these two girls begins like so :

It was the year 1049 in Siena, a magnificent city and maybe even the symbol of Medieval Italy, when the General, knight ToccaFerro (TouchIron) began to search for militants to recruit for his army to then be sent to battle against neighboring cities. Medio was working as a disreputable woman at an Inn in Siena. Even worse was the fate of Eva who cleaned the floors in the tavern of “Marti the King”. General ToccaFerro immediately recognized the exaggerated beauty of Medio and claimed her at once as his suitor, while for Eva he found a job scooping horse poop. Imagine the shock of the second and the celebration of the first... Here began an uncensored duel in the main piazza of Siena that stained the waters with blood: no victor but a big show for those present, watch a ‘match’ of a very high level. Meanwhile the war of San Barile was about to break out and the two ladies were ready to leave. ToccaFerro sharply spurred the horses and, to give the horses more force, put some pepper in the horses nose! (In this light we can see the wickedness of the general- a man who had everything except a soul) The troops, at this point were already ready for war, launched themselves without fear towards the enemy: after the river was filled with blood the war ended with 384 deaths, 2743 wounded, 431 horses claimed by yet another useless war, and two women to admit into the mental hospital in nearby San Gimignano.
Exactly like this: Medio and Eva were killed in the deep of the war.
Their souls went to the ropes that not even the friends or acquaintances could recognize them upon their return to Maremma. At it was as follows, to forget everything as a last hope they could sell their soul to the devil. They died like this, with all indifference and malice; they were permanently transformed into donkeys – although of great merit and pleasantness. But certainly that’s not what they had dreamed of becoming.

Story written and created by D&X1969

A night like many others,

a full moon blinding in that valley of the witches at myself, unknown location most of the motive of this incredible fiction story. Castelli riassemblati Nothing would stop me from going any further, well this time I was ready to freeze time in favor of my will to save my country from invasion of vampires who were pushing the boundaries of the castle of Saint Claire. Thirsty incredibly fresh blood more than ever. They pawed like crazy, no longer support the exile on the mountain and were now ready to bleed a little at a time all my people. I had created a team anti-zombie but seemed void any attempt to stop the evil one and his subjects, more angry than ever. This is enough, I had told myself, or me or them, or our people, here someone will lose and we will not be us. The vampire Gassen was ready, as a good zombie unearthed, to kill one of my allies, when suddenly I took my sledgehammer and tore an arm (rest assured, it is a dead man, no man will hurt at the end of the story) :) Gazzen that was precisely broke Gazzen :) had not the slightest desire to allow us to proceed with the conquest and eradication of the castle haunted by ghosts, demons and vampires, so I decided to expose our well-stocked arsenal of war (quiet, it was reserved only for zombies and vampires). A cannon shot, and fell well 10, in one fell swoop: the more was done, they had only another 3 to send in a dream world. Now on the verge of death, because it had not received blood, another zombie (Slayer), the head of his division monsters and associated was on the ground too. At this point we climbed the mountain of the castle of Saint Claire and conquered after a time (damn) between slaps, punches and flamethrowers, the place, thus freeing the country from the specter of evil. Our land was so safe and sound, between the joy of poor people who certainly would never deserved to collapse in front of the shadow of death.

( History obviously fantastic, conceived and written by me ! )

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