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A long time ago in a far off land, a young lad named Madgrad enjoyed skateboarding. He would on occassion hop on said board and enjoy travelling about, doing the odd little trick here and there. He never became an expert but enjoyed his time on the deck. But soon other activities became more important, and the skateboard was forgotten, religated to the museum of time and memories.

Years passed, young lad Madgrad became a man. One day in college his friend had an idead. "Lets do something cheesy and cool, let's go to a roller skating rink with all our pals!" said Madgrad's Friend. Madgrad agreed, and despite having never skated before, he wasn't worried.
"I used to skateboard down hills and do tricks and shit, skating in a circle on four wheel skates shouldn't be hard!" he thought as he tied the laces.

And then the pain came.

It was as if Pinhead himself erupted from the center of the rink and damned poor Madgrad to an eternity of suffering which would in fact be legendary, even in hell. Fall after fall after fall, woe under madgrad and his tender internal organs and fragile bones. After one last fall after which his wrist didn't quite bend the way it was supposed to, he wisely removed his skates, bid adieu to his friends, and went to a strip club to hide in the darkness surrounded by undulating flesh. He had misjudged his opponent, the vile four wheel skates, and paid the price for his lack of vision.