If only common sense was actually common. It's your loss if you mind it.

Daniel Anderson was a 16 year old. His life has always been one madness to another. At the age of 18 minutes, yes minutes, his mother was killed by ninjas. A rare occurrence in the 21st century.

(basically me drunk on cranberry juice and writes story)

(Slow posts, cause I don't have all the cranberry juice in the world, and short chapters, just cause, tis not my main story)

(And why cranberry juice? Because I want to, bite me)

(And can someone draw me a cover, that would be awesome. For real)