Bad Time to Fart

This is the story of Erica and I's past life. See in fact we were born in different countries.

Erica (who was actually a african man named Eundabe) was born in a small African tribe in a remote northern village. He was the son of the village shaman, but rejected his father's teachings and prefered to follow the village comedian around recieving many hours of training in the arts of providing laughter. The only problem with Eundabe's training was that he could not hold his laughter in. It became a nuisance after a time and eventually it proved his downfall. During the Chief's daughter's wedding to a rival villages head warrior, Eundabe happened to overhear a funny comment and unable to control his laughter he unintentionally created an intervillage battle. Luckily for him he also had learned at an early age the art of hiding from various bullies, animals, and chores. When the battle was ended and the dust had settled Eundabe found that his entire village had been annihilated and when he wasn't looking he was caputred and sold into slavery. The family he was sold to treated him well, but they did not understand his sense of humor, so when the call for soldiers came the family was more than happy to hand Eundabe over to the army. He was thrown in to a troop filled with those who did not quite fit in with the others. Unfortunately the troop's training was very minimal since the trainers could not stand their awkwardness for very long, so at their first skirmish they failed to win and Eundabe had to rely on his ability to hide once again....

Nadia (an Englishman named Nicodemus Waddlesworth) was born in a sunny (well as sunny as it gets for England) English village to a salt merchant and his wife. Nico (as his mother so affectionately called him) grew up learning all about salt, even though he had a great disliking of the stuff (although the current Nadia LOVES salt). His fathe,r seeing Nicodemus would be useless in the salt business (You gotta love what you sell), forced Nicodemus to enlist in the army as soon as he was able to. Unfortunately after years of living surrounded by salt, poor Nicodemus always smelt heavily of salt, so he was thrown into the troop of misfits. He had never had a will to hurt anyone and he was somewhat afraid of conflict, so when the battle commenced he ultimately lied down and started at his pretending to be dead...

This is an account of Eundabe and Nicodemus' last moments....

no one knows for sure what happened to the two after they were found for no bodies were recovered. To this day there is speculation as to whether or not they were killed.