Kuto’s life no. 781

Kuto had always been a melancholy sort of creature. Even as a young child, he could be found sitting in the corner of his room, gazing off into the distance with a forlorn expression on his face. His parents had tried their best to cheer him up, but nothing seemed to work. It was as if Kuto’s heart was permanently clouded over by sadness.

As Kuto grew older, his melancholy only deepened. He became withdrawn and stopped speaking to anyone except when absolutely necessary. His hair turned an off-black color and he began to wear it in a middle part medium haircut that made him look even more dour than before. He also shaved his face, which only served to accentuate the darkness within him. The one bright spot in Kuto’s life was his silver septum piercing; it was the only thing that brought any hint of light into his otherwise dismal existence.

One day, Kuto decided that he’d had enough of living in Georgia; everything there reminded him too much of all the happiness he’d once had before it all went away. So he packed up his meager belongings and set out for greener pastures elsewhere. He didn’t know where he was going or what he would do when he got there, but anything would be better than remaining in Georgia and wallowing in misery forevermore

Kuto’s life no. 387

As the sun began to set, Kuto knew it was time to go home. He had been out exploring all day and was quite tired. But just as he was about to leave, he heard a strange noise. It sounded like someone crying.

Kuto followed the sound until he came to a clearing where he saw a beautiful woman crying over a dead body. He didn’t know who she was, but he felt drawn to her. He walked up to her and asked what was wrong.

The woman told him that her husband had been killed by a wild animal and she was all alone in the world now. Kuto felt sorry for her and offered to help carry the body back to her village so she could bury him properly. The woman gratefully accepted his offer and together they carried the body of her husband through the forest towards her village . . .

Kuto’s life no. 483

Kuto was never one for making friends. He preferred to spend his time alone, exploring the world around him and filling his life with wonder. But when he found himself in Georgia, balding and with a blond goatee, he realized that he might have to make an exception.

At first, Kuto tried to ignore the other humans. He pretended they weren’t there, even though their presence was hard to miss. But as time went on, he couldn’t help but feel drawn to them. They were so different from anything he had ever known – and yet there was something strangely familiar about them.

One day, Kuto decided to approach one of the humans. The man was older than most of the others, with a balding head and round white sunglasses perched on his nose. He was wearing a grey sweater and looked like he belonged in some kind of horror story.

“Hello,” Kuto said cautiously. “My name is Kuto.”

The man stared at him for a moment before finally speaking up.”And what brings you here?” He asked gruffly.”I’m just curious,” Kuto replied honestly.”Curious about what?” The man inquired.”About everything,” Kuto said with a shrug.”Everything huh?” The man muttered before falling silent again.. After a few moments passed without either of them speaking, the man finally broke it once more by asking:”So tell me then…What exactly is it that you find so interesting about us?”