My life started in 1996: known in my homeland as the Year of the
The other children called me a snob because of how unbelievably luxurious my house was |
On the day of the Purple Curry Stir-Fry, the Mongol's gathered on one side of the Shadow-realms of Darkness, and my father and the other Tibetans on the other. I watched from afar, from the top of the Mountain of Fortune Cookie. Their army was too... overwhelming. As the Mongol's charged, I couldn't hold my feeling of dread, and when they killed all our warriors quickly, including my dear father, I knew that our village was fucked.
Not even Mulan could save us from the Mongolians |
Using the ancient Tibetan method of identity theft, I found a random Australian kid called Austin Charles Bond, knocked him unconscious, stole his identity and sent him in a parcel to somewhere in North-Western Africa. I taught myself English (and Finnish, as an added bonus) and returned to this mysterious child's family.
So yes, the truth is my name is not really Austin Bond. I took my father's name as my middle name after his death, and therefore my true name is Huong Tuong Vau Qua Cau Bau Fau Tau. If you thought I was an Asian on the inside, you... are right.