I woke up after falling and hitting my head, elated by the fact that I had cheated death once more. I went home, and everyone was happy I was alive. Except one person. Sir Fancy Pants, the greatest swordsman in all the land. He had hated me since the day I was born, and he now challenged me to a duel. I didn't last very long, (probably because I'm a complete and total wimp, among other reasons) and Sir Fancy Pants promptly impaled me with his blade, causing me to finally actually die.
Man, this guy had a heck of a day, am I right? Anyway, I hope you enjoyed my silly mini-series!