The Mad Weaponsmith
They say Im mad, but I disagree. Just because I turned a tower into a fish, and stuffed three people into a phone box just to see if they would fit doesnt mean Im mad, does it? Anyway, my name is Cysero, a weapon smith. This is my story, a story that changed lives.
The day started off normally. I was woken by a stray chickencow that had wandered into the tower. It let off a loud moocluck (seriously, how do they do that?) and flew out of the window rather groggily.
Damn I groaned, Must have left the door open last night. But then I wandered. What had happened last night? All I could remember was helping Ash pull a prank on Artix, and Warlic shouting at me to stop my laundry from destroying his research. As I got up, I heard a loud explosion outside. I went to the window, and saw Dr. Voltabolt. Falconreachs resident mad scientist and dentist was cackling madly in the wreckage of his lab. He was talking about