SHOUTED CRIMSON MISTY FRANTICALLY GRAVE by Alexander

I had a friend. A friend that was strange, to say the least. He liked shouting, in fact he was shouting now, he liked shouting so much in fact, he once shouted at the manager at Tesco. His favorite color was crimson (which I think is a bit strange), he liked misty places, and would run around frantically when he sees the sun. I know, he sounds like a vampire on that last one, but, no, he's not. He just prefers darker places, and, thankfully, he has not sucked my blood yet. (Yay!) So, that was my introduction to my friend.