it all started when I was just a wee little lad in elementary school. I was sitting on the side banks of the Soccer field. when all of a sudden this bigger kid came over and took my lunch money. I was so sad that I ran inside and hid under bleachers in the gym. I sat there for about half an hour before this boy came over. he crawled under with me and shared his lunch with me. I made a friend that day...
Fast forward about 10 years and we're in high school now. Still best of friends. When one day he comes over to introduce a girl he met at summer camp. Already I hated her for stealing my best friend from me. I resented her every being and wanted to do something about her. I read about the Salem Witch Craft Trials and such in Salem, Massachusetts and after some research I found this cult a few miles from our school. I asked them to help me get rid of her but they told me I had to give them something. My best friend meant so much to me I offered my very being, My soul. about a week later she was impaled on a guard rail when a speeding car she happen to be in hit some black ice on the dark country road. They say everyone made it but her. I knew the witches did it. I was filled with happiness. I quickly ran over to my friend's house and found out he killed himself shortly after hearing about her death.
Its now 4 years after he died... I still feel empty inside. I sold my soul and lost my best friend for it. So I guess I wanna join this clan because I think it will replace the Soul I gave up.
DISCLAIMER: Story is fictional, only about 2 things are based on true things in my life... Meant just for lawls because I'm Already a Soul Clan member =3