The Suburban Street Freak's story is just like that of any other group that started. One man inspires another and the next thing you know, growth. It all started when a young knight named Tommy Newell, was in the midst of fighting a dragon that bestowed itself within him. It caused him much pain, but as it was about to destroy him once and for all, a warrior named Devon Bardole, appeared and slayed the hellish beast. The knight was utterly grateful. Unfortunately the warrior resided in a far off kingdom, too far for the knight to visit. Nevertheless, the warrior's deed was not forgotten. The knight spent numerous years training in solitude until one fateful day, a trader by the name of Sir. David Wee, stumbled upon the knight. Then and there a gruesome battle occurred for no reason what so ever. The results were two evenly dead"ish" nobles. Strangely enough, right after the fight they became the best of friends. Together the knights basked in the sun for ages to come until one fateful day (again)... The king of Stupidland demanded that the knights fetch his bride. Because of the most fanciful reward the knights accepted, only to be met at the bride's home by two guards. Preston Zubal and Jordan England Turns out that they were on the same mission as the two knights, but from the King of Dorkious. The knights and the guards then decided that the kings sucked and something had to be done. Following the long hours of pondering, the group decided to become the suburban street freaks. This band of heroes then declared war on the kings and totally kicked the living crap outa those G thugs. Dude they ripped it up it was like BANG! POW! KAZAAM! The knights then mounted their horses and rode into the sunset to found a kingdom which wouldn't totally suck.


THE END!!! (of the beginning)