The Farmer Scarecrow

He was a sylvari farmer passionate about scarecrows.As a hard day was coming to an end, a mad asura come from nowhere and stunned the farmer.
After 2 days unconscious, our man raised it and touched his head and felt a texture ... weird .. different.
He took a mirror and looked at it, he was no longer the same, the asura had merged with his scarecrow. How? Only the asura knows it.
The farmer took his clothes, his rifle on which he put a camouflage, and left to explore the world with only one goal: The revenge.

This is my story

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