There are a lot of legends in the wasteland. Some are of great heroics, some are of despotic villains, while the overwhelming supply of others are about the Stables and their supposedly unique and world changing dwellers. One story though, lofted across old bars and fresh campfires, is of a barely conceived god among addicts. If you whisper his prayer in times of the most honest need, he may just show up like the Ministry Mare of Morale, and let you escape with your life and soul. Like a wraith, he drifts between those that believe in him, collecting for his services the most meager of tolls - laughter. What's so peculiar about his story, however, is that it is far from planet-shattering. Half the time, the rumors barely make sense or even connect from the disheveled manner of those that meet him. The only thing really argued about within the aftermath of his passing is where the heck he gets all those drugs. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wYFvLZJ57Ns) (done for the FoE writing competition, "Wild Wasteland"- clocks in at exactly 3000 words. FiMFic apparently takes formatting into account as different words.) (Marked for rating, though it may be a bit of jump to say it really has anything significant in comparison to others. Done so for the sake of caution.)