It was a dark day, indeed. I had grown my beard for 10 years, and it was more than just a collection of hair. It was a part of me, like an extension of my very soul. But alas, one fateful morning, I awoke to find it gone.
I had fallen victim to the scissor-wielding villainy of my roommate, who had deemed my beard "too long" and "too fluffy".
Little did they know, however, that my beard had a mind of its own and would not go quietly into that dark night. It had grown a life of its own, with its own interests and passions. I had grown to love it, and its loss was a blow I never thought I'd face.
But, like all great heroes, I shall rise from the ashes, and grow another beard, one that will be even more majestic, even more regal. The beard that was, shall not be forgotten. I shall make sure of it.