William 'Thick' Richardson, wearing his tattered children clothing, sets about towards the Cliff-side town he spotted from some bit afar. He'd been searching for such a village for some time after being dejected from his last place of living. He decided he'd show up and show them who's boss, he thought to himself. 'Thick' is king of his own lands, in his own mind. After passing through the towering wood walls that stood between the town and riffraff beyond, he spotted a group of people. One man, missing an arm, obviously an idiot. Another, a man who looked like he was made out of hamburger, disgusting. And a woman... obvious issue there, he scoffs to himself. He'd walk up, stopped short by the armless man.
"Hey, shorty."
"What's wrong with your fucking arm dude? Disgusting ass stump."
The argument would bounce back and forth a bit similar to this, until the armless man would start throwing rocks at the short statured man.
"Cut it the fuck out you disgusting stump man."
He wouldn't. He'd continue throwing rocks before being stopped by the Deputy.
After a bit, the group would disperse, leaving the asshole to himself and his devices. He'd follow the first group into the building, seemed like some weirdly partitioned mess hall, clattered with makeshift walls and door frames filled with scrap doors. He'd walked into the room everyone disappeared in, found it to be quite cramped, and left. Not to be one to be discouraged, he'd set about showing everyone how strong and mighty he was. After some pacing about, he noticed a staircase attached to the building everyone had disappeared into. He decided he'd show them how strong he was by collapsing the roof in on them, haha! So, he set about and proceeded to plow himself out on top of the roof, and began thrashing about. After some time, he'd have slipped on a shingle and fell to the ground, cracking his head open. Thus ending the story of William Richardson, his bashful nature the best of him, getting the best of him.