Mr Hope lived in Hopelessland. A vast desolate wasteland of unremitting torture. [Picture of desolate wasteland]
Mr Hope decided to go to the shops. [Picture of Mr Hope setting off in high spirits]
But this being Hopelessland, there were no shops so his quest was pointless. [Picture of Mr Hope walking through desolate wasteland]
Down swooped a vulture of futility and pecked off Mr Hope's legs. [Mr Hope with legs pecked off.]
"Never mind" Said Mr Hope as he pulled himself along with his hands. [Picture of Mr Hope dragging himself across desolate wasteland.]
Along comes a hyena of broken dreams and slowly nibbles off Mr Hope's arms. [Matching picture]
"Oh well", said Mr Hope. "Somebody will be along soon to help me". [Picture of bloody remains of Mr Hope in desolate wasteland.]
[10 more pages of Mr Hope lying in heap in desolate wasteland]
[picture of dead Mr Hope in desolate wasteland]
"Ah! I've been reincarnated!" Said Mr Hope as he awoke in bed. "Maybe things will be different today!" [Mr Hope in bed]
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