Franz Palm was born in the barren desert wasteland of Death Valley, CA, where he was imagined into full reality by a shaman who was squatting in a shack that a marine who was later charged with desertion built on a five acre plot of land the ex-marine purchased while on a five day bender and never remembered anything about it once he sobered up, and he never found out about it over the course of his life.
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