It all began at sunrise. Legions of our homeless friends soon shifted to bloodthirsty vagrent warriors. From the hilltops of Sparceville, the views from rich people's extravagent and luxurious mansions were not these serene and familiar sunrises that slowly oozed out from the east and devoured the darkness, but instead, an army was marching, steadily and readily approaching the metropolis of Sparceville. Within their graps, they obtained all kinds of weaponry; guns, swords, bats, and several hobos were even carrying a nuke across the expanse to the east.
     The U.S. Army attempted to deafeat the militia of hobos, but they fell victim to their putrid stench and dirty fingernails. Then the hobos seized their weapons and sacked several towns within the hours of the waning moon before arriving at Sparceville. And they meant to wreak havoc upon those who deemed them infernal.
     The advancing army was only half a mile from the bustling city's limits when the town was finally fully aware of their presence. Men rushed to their gun closets. Mothers locked doors and windows before taking their children to the basement. Children just cried in the basement. Then the terror began.
     The hobo army crashed through the city wall as if it was cardboard. The nearest building soon fell victim to the blast from the wall and storm of the homeless. The army arrived at an office building and stormed it with a blaze of gunfire and explosions. Consequently, the building collapsed; the blood of the working class was upon them. The violence spread to the center of town, crushing resistance along the way.
     After what seemed like an eternity of carnage, the hobos smelled something in the western part of town. It smelled heavenly, like sophistication and distinction. They followed the pleasant odor like how a bloodhound tracks a wanted person. Soon enough, they came to an Axe(R) deodorant factory. The hobos were enlightened by the free handouts of all their merchandise that they threw down their weapons and sprayed themselves with Axe(R). Soon the townspeople came out from hiding and they all locked arms and lived in harmony. The hobos also sprayed so much Axe(R) that the holes in the ozone layer filled up and everyone lived in no so hot weather.


The End