Shit happens. Sometimes the shit that happens is cool. Like, finding 20 bucks on the ground, or winning the lottery. Other times, it sucks. Like being kidnapped by a whack job of a scientist for some weird test you didn't sign up for, or losing everything about your past life to time including your name and family.
Like I said, shit happens.
But what you do with the shit, is the real important part.
This here, is a story of my troubles. A story of my crap backstory that made me as I am today.
It's kinda cliche, but it was originally designed by some edgy 12 year old, so can you really blame me?
Warnings:
This story (If ever worked on) will have cursing, blasts of anger, torture, some nut of a scientist experimenting on people, a bit of love, and probably murder. If any of that isn't okay with you, I wouldn't read this.