__22.04.2003 @ 18:58_______
Jigatsu Thompson was no ordinary man. Whilst his mother had been pregnant she had fallen into a vat of particularly nasty chemicals. She was lucky enough to suffer no ill effects. Unfortunately her only child was not to be so fortunate. The first few years of Jigatsu's life were not unusual. He was a pretty average kid. Unfortunately Jigatsu's teenage years were a little more painful than your average scrawny child. This was due to him never actually hitting puberty. No matter how old Jigatsu got his balls declined to drop. Imagine being the only kid in your 6th form college class with a helium voice and no hair on your balls. Jigatsu was a strong willed lad though and he perservered with college, leaving with a medium level GNVQ in dressmaking.
So Jigatsu was left a reasonably qualified manchild in an adults world. He was confused by life. His mother had lost all interest in seeing him after his balls still hadnt dropped at 18 and he was left to fend for himself. Jigatsu decided to put his unique status in society to become a fighter for justice for the underpriveliged. He used his dressmaking skills to quickly run up a nice mauve costume with a cape and tassles and set out to roam the streets.
Alas this turned out to be a mistake as Jigatsu's first result at crimefighting ended with him being stabbed by an irate mugger. At least his tiny willy provided the mortuary workers with a talking point.
The End
Author's Note : This story is shit. I know this. I apologise. I think the character of a permanently prepubescent man deserves better. I intend to provide a better story for him one day.
Inspiration For This Tale: An scribbled down idea found in an old notepad.
Sensory Input For This Tale: Grandaddy - The Sophtware Slump
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