Christ Centered Gamer

Once upon a time was a person named...

Buford. He had a talent for making...

Giant sculptures of...

chairs! One day...

He found himself in...

A bit of a pickle. He made too many chairs, and now there was no more room!

So he decided he would make a...

a . . . a . . . Buford ran out of ideas, so he . . .

Ran away on a train to new mexico! The next day...

Someone asked Buford, "What happened to old Mexico?"

So Buford told them . . .

He told them that it got renamed New Mexico because people were tired of just call it Mexico, and ten the people asked........

Is it because there are two Mexicos? Buford answered . . .

"Yes, but there was once only one."

He sat down by the campfire, stirring the kindling a bit. "There was a war. A terrible war, as wars tend to be." His eyes lost focus as he stared off into the distance. "I should know. I was there."

The man opposite Buford furrowed his brow. "How can that be? That was was over a hundred and fifty years ago!"

Buford blinked, realizing he'd revealed too much. Unfortunate for this man, who now knew too much. Nevertheless, Buford decided to speak freely, and let this man have a few more minutes of life before doing what he must now do.

"I'm over five hundred years old." Buford said, calmly. "I was born in 1507, not long after the fall of Constantinople."

The stranger chuckled, taking a swig of his canteen. "You had me for a moment there."

Buford's face did not change. Perhaps it would be better to let this man think he'd only been joking. That way, he could be allowed to live...

So Buford left in the morning, grabbing his stuff, but intentionally leaving behind a . . .