( All writers are encouraged to add their own paths and branches to the story. Please note that i am not good at spelling and i have never written a story until now, without further ado, please enjoy the story. ) The man awoke, in his bed.. his tired and drowsy eyes open, Ripping apart the yellow crust which surrounds his very eyelids. His vision rests upon the roof of their comfy little abode, with a annoyed grunt the man sits up and gets out of their bed. Their albeit small room has 1 window, a small desktop setup with a wired internet connection, a wooden chair, and a door leading to other parts of the house along with a mirror laying on the ground. He with a annoyed grunt moves over to the mirror.. putting it back upon the nail which protruded out of it.. hanging the mirror up as he now saw himself. He mentally gave a small rundown of himself.. He was 5'8 in height.. a fairly athletic build with a baby face. He had no facial hair.. their eyes were a electric blue and their short ear length hair a charcoal black. His skin tone was white with a decent tan over their skin. His body was covered in dirt and grime, He then looked over to his bed.. it was only a mattress which was more then just simply 'dirty' but those were mostly stains.. so within his mind 'nothing to worry about'. He lived within a small house.. with a bedroom, bad internet, a decent kitchen, and a empty room in between them both. He was really poor in terms of money, he worked as a construction worker.. he built all the cities buildings, each nail was put in by him and his coworkers.. each screw was screwed in by him and his coworkers. Each bit of cement, each brick, each plank of wood was put by him and his coworkers.. yet this is what he was given for his service. He laughed manically at the hopelessness of it all, of this lifestyle changing. Rinse and repeat, whore after whore, drink after drink, hoping that something will make his life 'better'. He cursed himself for his own stupidity and lack of will, but he had work to do.. and he was hungry. He looked at his clothing... a simple stained white Tshirt and dirty and torn blue jeans. He thought of undressing to size up his dick size but he knew all it'd do is upset him further about shit. He already knew anyways.. 6 inches in length.. it wasn't big but it wasn't on the smaller scale for most men he believed.