In Norway they call me mystiske mannen, in Mexico they call me un hombre misterioso, in Germany they call me Mysterium mann, in Italy they call Mistero Dell'uomo, in France they call me homme-mystère, but here, you might know me as, the Mystery man.
I am now the hunted, after being the hunter for so long I'm not used to running and hiding. Let me fill you in. 2004 I was framed for killing a very powerful man, his name was Donald Rump. He was rich and powerful, he had more money than money could buy, every man wanted to be him, and every woman wanted to be married to him, I on the other hand, happened to be his friend. I had let me guard down and got to close to Donald, let myself ease into a friendship and actually cared for him, I know this sounds... a bit sappy but I'm only talking about a friendship.. But I was set up by Quickley O'mally or so I'm lead to believe, it looks like something he would do, so now I'm left running from the law, some how he made it seem as if I did it.
I travel at night, it's the only way they wont find me. Suddenly I hide behind an old dumpster, I hear someone coming.. It's Quickley, I dive after him hitting him and...well what I said wasn't important. He slips out from under me and yells at me to stop, he quickly yells out that he had nothing to do with this, and that I wasn't the only one that was framed here, I ponder...Could it actually be that the person who framed me, also framed Quickley? If so.. this guy is good, I throw a trash can lid at Quickley's face, then apologize and help him up..I was dazed and didn't know why I threw it at him to begin with. I told Quickley that as I see it we're both on the same side, seeing as he and I are being framed by the same person we might as well help each other out. Quickley wanted money... I no longer needed Quickley, so I drop him off at one of the Sharks in town, he owes quite a bit of money. I walk down the side walk hoping my hat and coat is covering me enough so that I'm not seen.. all of a sudden I hear him call me. "IS THAT YOU!? It is!" It's Nick, I don't know which side he's on so I take off running he chases after me...He catches me with ease, some would say that he caught me because he's dark as the night, but I say it's his extra muscle in his calf..I'm not sure if he's even considered human.. but anyway.. Back to my story, Nick apologized for gashing my elbow open on the fall..it really hurt, but I'm strong and only cried a little bit, I woke up the next day in the hospital, the pain must have been so intense that I couldn't stand it. Nick was by my side, he had asked me why I was running, so I explained to him what had been going on and he understood and believed everything I had to say, the nurse then came in the room and said I had a visitor..I had Nick go check and see who it was, he came in and apologized deeply too me, I started to get worried and I knew right away who it was when I saw those yellow high heels...no..........No.......NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am now the hunted, after being the hunter for so long I'm not used to running and hiding. Let me fill you in. 2004 I was framed for killing a very powerful man, his name was Donald Rump. He was rich and powerful, he had more money than money could buy, every man wanted to be him, and every woman wanted to be married to him, I on the other hand, happened to be his friend. I had let me guard down and got to close to Donald, let myself ease into a friendship and actually cared for him, I know this sounds... a bit sappy but I'm only talking about a friendship.. But I was set up by Quickley O'mally or so I'm lead to believe, it looks like something he would do, so now I'm left running from the law, some how he made it seem as if I did it.
I travel at night, it's the only way they wont find me. Suddenly I hide behind an old dumpster, I hear someone coming.. It's Quickley, I dive after him hitting him and...well what I said wasn't important. He slips out from under me and yells at me to stop, he quickly yells out that he had nothing to do with this, and that I wasn't the only one that was framed here, I ponder...Could it actually be that the person who framed me, also framed Quickley? If so.. this guy is good, I throw a trash can lid at Quickley's face, then apologize and help him up..I was dazed and didn't know why I threw it at him to begin with. I told Quickley that as I see it we're both on the same side, seeing as he and I are being framed by the same person we might as well help each other out. Quickley wanted money... I no longer needed Quickley, so I drop him off at one of the Sharks in town, he owes quite a bit of money. I walk down the side walk hoping my hat and coat is covering me enough so that I'm not seen.. all of a sudden I hear him call me. "IS THAT YOU!? It is!" It's Nick, I don't know which side he's on so I take off running he chases after me...He catches me with ease, some would say that he caught me because he's dark as the night, but I say it's his extra muscle in his calf..I'm not sure if he's even considered human.. but anyway.. Back to my story, Nick apologized for gashing my elbow open on the fall..it really hurt, but I'm strong and only cried a little bit, I woke up the next day in the hospital, the pain must have been so intense that I couldn't stand it. Nick was by my side, he had asked me why I was running, so I explained to him what had been going on and he understood and believed everything I had to say, the nurse then came in the room and said I had a visitor..I had Nick go check and see who it was, he came in and apologized deeply too me, I started to get worried and I knew right away who it was when I saw those yellow high heels...no..........No.......NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WAS IS NELSIE? MYSCHAELA?? AMANDA HEARNHART??? WHO???????????
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