Chillin' at Hope is where I could have been found on this windy day, drawin' the adventures of my mind, meetin' cool people, and eatin' my turkey panini.
My name is Hunter Patrick Allen XII. I was born into a merchant family in Mongolia in 1327. When I was 8, my family was murdered by drug crazed rebels. Luckily I escaped. I built a raft made of twigs and mongoose fur, and began my journey to across the Pacific Ocean. About 30 minutes into my quest, I was swallowed by a giant whale. I lived inside of the whales stomach for 10 years, surviving on nothing but krill and salt water. One day I was awakened by a violent whorl poop of slime, which consisted of dead fish and seaweed, and I was hurled onto an icy beach. I was in Canada. I began hiking. I hiked for months. Eventually I came to a magical place called Hollywood where I became the movie star. This lifestyle grew dull quickly. I then moved to Ecuador, where I would later become king and eventually take over the world.
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