text: (This is one of the beginnings of a story I've written in my spare time. It's intended to be funny and is somewhat inappropriate for certain readers. Since I don't really use reddit much, I'd also like to know if there is a better subreddit for a story like this. In adittion, the story is unfinished and barely started. This is my style of writing and if anyone wants I can try to write more or submit some of the other stories I began to write and didn't really do much after) PART 1 Why hello there dear friends and beloved acquaintances. We find ourselves immersed in the deepest Ebola-stricken jungles of the South African Amazon Rainforest. Under the fifty shades of grey of many a fern and palm tree, lays a small rock. The rock doth gently lay and gently lay it does as though it hath been frozen in the coma of time for centuries past. A small echidna, native to these parts of the forest trots near the pebble-like figure and sluggishly places its anterior on top of the rock in silence and leans on it in the most suggestive of suggestive stances. Accelerating swiftly it humps the rock with powerful might and pummels his front-facing nether regions against it. The spikey creature ejects its fluids onto the rock and waddles away, praying to god nobody has seen it commit such atrocities. Needless to say, the rock agonisingly bore this punishment as it now continues its eternal struggle of stillness in this ‘moist’ and temperate environment. Simultaneous to this event was the occurrence of one of the other most fascinating events in the history of mankind; the birth of Irl. Irl? Irl isn’t a name for fucksake. People please give your children proper names so they don’t end up like the protagonist of our story. Like fucking seriously just don’t give them these scrub names. Of course being called Irl gave me - I mean - fak... Ok fine. My name is Irl. Laugh all you fucking want because after I tell you my life story you will laugh no more.