Uronacid, A Fraud!!!!!!!!! Options

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There are those of you who think you know Uronacid, a.k.a. Josh, a.k.a. Mr. Chuckles. But do you? Do you really?

On the morning of April 31, 1986, a child was born to one Margaret and John Kanutsin. They feared the child offhand for on his back was a detailed marking of their home and where all the gas mains were, with little pictures of flames next to them. So they decided at once to move away. Most people put in this position would have abandoned the child, or sold him to ivory-merchants. But the Kanutsins were growing old and the prospect of another childbirth seemed daunting and very possibly dangerous. So they tried, as any first time parents do, to raise their child without regret. If only they knew, if only.

Early on, the child showed signs of innormalcy. The child required homemade clothing made out of a special material known as Dermacite, regular cotton would rot at the touch of his skin and fall off into rags. While his mother sewed the dermacite into clothing suitable for his rare condition, he would covertly stick his hand underneath the fabric and watch as his mother unknowingly sewn his flesh into his clothes.

Then came the fire. It is not clear what exactly started the fire, only that it took the lives of the Kanutsins. When the firefighters arrived on the scene, they found the boy sitting unharmed in an area torn apart from the blaze. When the rescuers picked him up, they noticed the area where he sat was undamaged in any way.

He was brought into the custody of the state and sent to an orphanage. This would be the stage for the Great Orphan Disappearance of 1992, an event that if you are not aware of, your parents most likely would be. The caretaker of the home said in her statement that she left the room filled with fourty children in various acts of play, and returned only moments later to find one child alone, laughing maniacly. There was no evidence of foul play, all the windows were shut and too high for all the children to escape from. To this day, there is no evidence that exists that would logically explain where the children went. When asked about their whereabouts, the boy simply said "My stomach hurts, I ate too much." The horrified caretaker swears the boy had not been fed since the night before.

Fearing what would happen to the boy, the state decided to change his name to Josh. He was transferred to a waiting facility, left in close confinement away from people. After a switch in public office, the new mayor found this action barbaric and took the boy into his own home.

The only one's to survive were his older daughter and their dog. Among the deceased was the daughter's boyfriend who was in the families hot tub when a stereo was pushed in. The wife who's body was found in the kitchen, next to a microwave with the front screen broken and many boxes of popcorn kernels. An autopsy showed the body had suffered from an incredible injestion of popcorn which ruptured the stomach cavity. The youngest daughter, who was found lying face down in the pool and below her, her favorite doll tied to a brick. The mayor was found in the basement, having apparently been beaten to death with packages of frozen vegetables.

Eventually the boy, now known as Josh, was able to calm his bloodlust in a public setting, but wherever he goes, bodies show up mysteriously and without explanation. Beware this man. If you ever happen to see him, run to your nearest church and pray that God will show mercy on you. Beware.