There's a local legend on this side of town that you seldom hear about. A tale of greatness. A late of a great tumble. And a tale more luxurious than you'd be lead to believe.
Once, several decades ago, live a rather famous philosopher named Samuel Longfellow. He had a rather inquisitive mind, one unlike the world had ever seen before. He'd developed theories about people, about countries, about history and math, unlike anything we'd ever heard before. And on many occasions, he'd won awards for his incredible mind.
Through all his brilliance, he'd become rather wealthy. Yet he rather spent his time alone. He claimed it helped his developing mind craft more brilliance. And perhaps he was right.
Within his insane ideals, he had a personal goal for himself. One that seemed far too odd to get behind. He wanted to have the world's longest beard. He'd claimed that he had never shaved a single whisker in his face since he was in adolescence. Well, other than his mustache. For, how would you expect a man of such brilliance to talk about his work with his mouth covered?
As the many years went on and his beard grew longer, he had hired some people to carry it around for him, as to not trip over the hair. Some argued the reason he actually hired people to do this was to flex his wealth onto those surrounding him, to make them jealous. To make them want to be more like him.
And soon enough, his mighty claim to the thrown of fame ended when he was overheard yelling and screaming words at these beard carriers that I dare not repeat here. And that incident sparked mass controversy over him and everything he had ever done. And as mighty as his fortune had built, it crumbled so quickly and effortlessly. He was forgotten. A twisted speck on the forgotten history line. Many of his ideals and philosophies were phased out, as nobody wanted to think they way he did.
So, poor Samuel Longfellow remained alone in his house that was falling apart just about as much as he was. And yet, his goal still remained, he refused to trim his beard. He couldn't bring himself to do it.
As the years passed and the poor old man's hair was shifting to a silvery color, his name and history had once again resurfaced, just as all things in history often do.
They had found out about his twisted mindset, his horrid attitude, and most importantly, they discovered where he lived.
That night, there was a loud crashing from downstairs from the man's bedroom. The house was lit aflame. He sprinted from his room, trying desperately to extinguish the flames, but they continued to grow.
Unfortunately for Samuel, his entire home was burning down. But thankfully, he managed to escape. But not before the tail end of his beard had caught fire. He tried stomping it out, dunking it in water, everything he could think of, but the flames remained just as strong. Eventually, the flames grew closer until they reached his skin, his flesh. They overtook his entire body and he was powerless against it.
He burned and burned until all that remained of him was a pile of ash, bone, and a single stash of his luscious locks...
Once, several decades ago, live a rather famous philosopher named Samuel Longfellow. He had a rather inquisitive mind, one unlike the world had ever seen before. He'd developed theories about people, about countries, about history and math, unlike anything we'd ever heard before. And on many occasions, he'd won awards for his incredible mind.
Through all his brilliance, he'd become rather wealthy. Yet he rather spent his time alone. He claimed it helped his developing mind craft more brilliance. And perhaps he was right.
Within his insane ideals, he had a personal goal for himself. One that seemed far too odd to get behind. He wanted to have the world's longest beard. He'd claimed that he had never shaved a single whisker in his face since he was in adolescence. Well, other than his mustache. For, how would you expect a man of such brilliance to talk about his work with his mouth covered?
As the many years went on and his beard grew longer, he had hired some people to carry it around for him, as to not trip over the hair. Some argued the reason he actually hired people to do this was to flex his wealth onto those surrounding him, to make them jealous. To make them want to be more like him.
And soon enough, his mighty claim to the thrown of fame ended when he was overheard yelling and screaming words at these beard carriers that I dare not repeat here. And that incident sparked mass controversy over him and everything he had ever done. And as mighty as his fortune had built, it crumbled so quickly and effortlessly. He was forgotten. A twisted speck on the forgotten history line. Many of his ideals and philosophies were phased out, as nobody wanted to think they way he did.
So, poor Samuel Longfellow remained alone in his house that was falling apart just about as much as he was. And yet, his goal still remained, he refused to trim his beard. He couldn't bring himself to do it.
As the years passed and the poor old man's hair was shifting to a silvery color, his name and history had once again resurfaced, just as all things in history often do.
They had found out about his twisted mindset, his horrid attitude, and most importantly, they discovered where he lived.
That night, there was a loud crashing from downstairs from the man's bedroom. The house was lit aflame. He sprinted from his room, trying desperately to extinguish the flames, but they continued to grow.
Unfortunately for Samuel, his entire home was burning down. But thankfully, he managed to escape. But not before the tail end of his beard had caught fire. He tried stomping it out, dunking it in water, everything he could think of, but the flames remained just as strong. Eventually, the flames grew closer until they reached his skin, his flesh. They overtook his entire body and he was powerless against it.
He burned and burned until all that remained of him was a pile of ash, bone, and a single stash of his luscious locks...
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