can u tell a quarian story?
Yes I can! It might not be GOOD,but I can!
This one’s called “The story of the Suitpoker,” and it’s been passed down from generation to… me!
A long time ago, there was a young Quarian that thought he was better than all his friends. He found himself getting very jealous of people that could do things better than him. Eventually he became mean and nasty, and found himself without any friends.
Through it all, he refused to change, and his bitterness and jealousy warped as he grew up. He took to trying to poke holes in the suits of people that would gloat, making them sick. People didn’t like this, and started calling him “The Suitpoker.”
Eventually, he was forced away from everyone, and would only sneak into towns at night to poke holes in the suits of the other Quarians that thought they were better.
Then, one day, another Quarian who had heard the tales of the terrifying Suitpoker decided to take a stand and made themselves a special suit so they could stand up to the Suitpoker.They tested their new suit with many pokey things, like a human fork, and sharpened rocks, and nothing would poke a whole in it. The suit was perfect!
After switching to this new suit, and patiently adjusting to their new living environment, the unnamed Quarian set out in the night, determined to find and stop the nefarious Suitpoker! Three hours of searching later, he found him, sitting and sharpening all his suit pokers.
“What are you wearing?” The Suitpoker asked with an insulting tone, pointing to the colorful suit.
“This is my special suit.” the heroic Quarian said. “It’s the best suit there is, and it’s made specifically to stop you.
The Suitpoker, bitter at the idea that there was a better suit that wasn’t his, grabbed one of his pokers, and moved towards the heroic Quarian. As they thrust foward, the poker slid smoothly off of the colorful suit, and The Suitpoker was stopped in awe.
The Heroic Quarian laughed in a heroic manner. Before The Suitpoker could react, the Heroic Quarian grabbed his hands and wrapped them around his back, tying them up with a rope he conveniently had with him.Then he slapped him or something, and everyone lived happily and safely.
…well, it IS a story!
