[ WP ] You are 18 years old , and you 're writing your autobiography for your entire life . Write only page 147 .

I was on a roll, nobody was going to stop me now. Nobody could stop me now! It felt as if pure talent was rubbing itself onto my keyboard through my practically vibrating hands. Mavis Beacon herself could not have taught me to type as fast as I was when I was writing page 147. 
 
 
 
 `` -ing through the desert! It was incredible! By then, the tabby cat had grown to immense proportions, bigger than a lion with a meal plan! Meal plan! my mind raced towards food, and I eyed the F-150 sized tabby cat to my left. 
 
 `` Do n't even think about it,'' it said. 
 
 So I did n't. 
 
 The Tabby Cat stopped abruptly, and I was just a yard or two in front of him when I brought my horse to a complete stop also. 
 `` He's here,'' the Cat muttered, `` you have your shotgun?'' 
 My arms felt heavier, and I looked down immediately. Apparently I do. 
 `` Kill him as soon as he rises.'' 
 
 I dismounted my horse and walked to what was seemingly the perfect place to stand. In front of me materialized out of the pure sand a humanoid figure just a couple inches taller than I. The sand seemed to muld and form into skin, and eventually out of that skin sprouted a mouth, which spoke thunderously. 
 `` I AM KUUL-GAR, PAGE TO THE GREAT KNIGHT BRONOS OF THE FIFTH CIRCLE, I --'' 
 
 I pumped the shotgun, `` Pasta la vista, baby.'' 
 
 BOOM. 
 
 The buckshot sent the clay man directly back into the sand from where he grew. The feet, however, remained, and we decided to keep it there as a monument to the planet savers, and a reminder to all of those in The Order of the Skulls. I looked back at The Tabby Cat; a pair of sunglasses sat snugly upon his cute nose. Where did he keep those? 
 
 `` Sick finisher bro,'' he uttered. 
 
 We rode into the sunset. 
 

