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Her breathing was electric "One body com.. My name? Just my name?" She asked smiling with coy.

"Your name would bring me more joy than anything" He said.

She put her lips to his ear "My name, is Ludis, and your wish is granted"

The man took out the jewelry box, opened it, whispered into its hungry depth the name of moon and proclaimed "I now own your name, therefore I have power over you. This is now your home and you are now my mine"

That is where the moon is most nights, roaming the crocked halls of the folded house on top of a mountain and only parts of her light reaches us, but once a month she escapes his house and shines from the sky in her full glory, destined to forever return to his music and power over her name.

"For my first wish, I ask that you touch me" He said.

She reached out "One hand touches another, and your wish is granted"

"For my second wish, I ask that you kiss me"

Her cheeks were glowing pink "Ones lips embraces the others, and your wish is granted"

"For my third and final wish, I ask for your name"

"Such sweet music you play, I could not help but to wander from my celestial bed to see what magical creature could compose such beauty"

"I have wandered this world for many a year, searching for you, my love. To offer you everything I have, my music if it pleases you, this house and my love for the rest of my life"

The moon smiled: "For such devotion, I will give you three wishes. Ask whatever you desire from me and it will be yours for the night, but then I must leave you, for my home is the heavens"

The man continued his journey up the mountain until he reached a big plateau with a grand view of the night sky and enough room he thought to start unfold his house. It was a lot more difficult than he had imagined it and the house came out crocked with stairwells going nowhere and doors leading to walls.

When night fell he thought it was good enough and took out the flute and started to play as he looked up at the moon, yearning for her full form and warm light.

The magical flute did most of the work and soon otherworldly music was flowing from the mountain into the night sky until the moon was unable to resist its temptation any longer.
After all those years she finally stood before him in all her naked glory.

The old man looked at it briefly and then looked away with something akin to disgust over his face "Its empty, It has never held anything it truly wanted, so now it wants everything. Anything you put in it will never be able to leave it"

The man looked at his newly found and yet very old treasures and for the first time since starting his journey, he had a plan. He looked at the old man:
"One last question, how did you get the bag to open just now?"
"Oh that was easy. I just figured out its true name and so I had power over it"

Inside the bag there was a small wooden block with strange markings over its sides, a flute and a small jewelry box. The old man acted as if they were treasures and instantly picked them up, delicately as if they were worth a fortune: "Its just toys!" the boys said.

"Oh no" The elder said "This is a magical flute, I can feel its power without even trying" he put it down on the bag, with care.
"And this? he asked and picked up the wooden piece.
"That, If I am not mistaking, is a folded up house, a nice on at that."
"What about the box?"

The man stood up and turned his pack upside down, letting the contents fall out.
The man shifted though it slightly with his walking stick and then pointed to the third bag, the one he never could open.
"what's in that one?" The old man asked.
"I don't know to tell you the truth, I cant for the life of me get it to open"
The old man picked up the small bag and held it up to his ear.
"It says you gnawed on it with your teeth, stabbed it with knives, even burned it with fire?"
The boy starred and than admitted that it was true.
The old man shock his head slightly and then with his lips close to the bag he said:
"Do you mind opening for me?"
And the bags rope fell of as if by itself.

"I am listening to the wind" the old man said "It gets to loud around people, I can't hear it properly down there, with them" he then reversed the question unto the young man opposite him: "What is a young man, doing alone up on a mountain?" He seemed amused.
The boy said: "I am looking for the moon"
The elder told him that the moon is where it has always been, up in the sky.
The boy shook his head: "No, I mean that I need to find a way too her. I need to be with her"
The elder asked what he planned to do if he finds her: "I intend to offer her what little I have in hopes that she will marry me" The boy said and tugged at his thinning pack.
"Well then" the old man said "lets see what you have then"

Several years he spent on the roads, trading away almost all of the content in the first two bags. The third one he had never managed to opened, regardless of how he struggled with the thin rope tying it together, it like the moon had chosen to keep its secrets from him.
One day the man came upon a vast and tall mountain, which peaks reached far into the clouds.
What better place to search for the moon he thought.
He spent several days climbing the walls and walking its narrow paths until he came across and old man sitting cross legged in the middle of the path in front of a small fire.
The old man offered him to share his fire and gave him a cup of warm water.
When he sat and drank he asked the elder what he was doing alone up on a mountain?

"I want that" the boy said firmly.
"Well I cant give you what I don't have" the trader said, knowing he had lost the bet.
"Don't be sad" the boy said, "you may have lost your packs but I will still leave you the house, I have no more use for it"
"What do you mean?" The trader asked in disbelief.
"I am leaving this place" the boy answered " I am off to find the moon"
The boy gathered his new belongings and started his journey.

The trader started to worry as he was fumbling through the third bag, desperate for something that would make the boy happy. He started piling his belongings as he went deeper in the two bags. The boy knelt at the pile and picked something up: "What is this?" The trader looked up at the boy: "Ahh, those are glass eyes, they help some people see better" The boy held them up to his eyes and looked around, and gasped. Everything looked different. He could see details and shapes so far away it was nauseating at first. When the boy looked up at the night sky, his breath went away: "What's that!?" the boy asked without regaining his breath.
The trader followed his gaze: "That? That's the moon" the trader said.

Surely in his big pack of wonders he could find something that would make even the most spoiled of children beam with joy.
He opened his big bag and from it he produced two other smaller bags and a third, smaller still.
He opened the first bag and showed the boy toys, a knife, a pair of almost new shoes. The boy was not pleased. The trader shook his head and opened the second bag. He showed the boy a piece of stone that drew metal to it with a peculiar force. A white coin that would glow brightly when you rubbed it and other strange things the boy had never seen before, still he was not happier than before.

The trader said his hellos and asked the boy why he looked so sad?
The boy replied: "all my life have been sadness, nothing brings me joy"
The trader thought it odd that such a young boy would feel such sorrows, and said:
"Surely that can't be true, the world is filled with wonder and magic. I bet you that there is even something in my pack that will cheer you up"
The boy stood up up and suddenly looked a lot older as he started to ponder the mans words, finally he said: "If you can somehow find me something in that pack that will make me happy, I will give you everything I own in return. It is not much mind you, but I could give you my house and its contents. However, if you can't make me happy I get everything you own."
The trader rubbed his hands and smiled, there was no way he could loose this.

Once upon a time the moon was always full. In this time there lived an unusually unlucky child. His parents had been rich but died when he was a still a baby. It wasn't so bad at first, he had a big mansion for himself and the villagers would take turns feeding and caring for the child, but the big house they left for its fate, and was eventually run down and decrepit.
To make his everyday life worse, the boy would constantly trip and fall into anything that he came across, constantly kicking his pinkie toe into this and that he was often in pain and in a foul mood.
One day a wandering trader came across the big house and the boy sitting on its big steps, sulking.

ayaya

📁Local Disk (C:)
└📁Program Files (x86)
⠀└📁steam
⠀⠀└📁steamapps
⠀⠀⠀└📁common
⠀⠀⠀⠀└📁Counter-Strike: Global Offensive
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀└📁Luck
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀└✅This folder is full
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀└📁 Skill
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀└⚠️This folder is empty
└📁CS:GO Cheats
⠀└✅This folder is full
📁Local Disk (E:)
└📁Hard Porn
⠀└📁Hardcore gay treesome porn

-rep never plays anymore

Ayaya <3

+rep he adopted me and now i have the best dad in the world

+rep <3

+rep my friendo gets skil and aimo

Rip growlithe

+rep nice guy

Agreed. He is boosted to ♥♥♥♥, smh.

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+rep

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Benis

No you are a potato.