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Tinhat
Legacy Name: Tinhat

The Steamwork Sheeta
Owner: Meepsworth

Age: 15 years, 2 weeks, 1 day

Born: April 12th, 2009

Adopted: 15 years, 2 weeks, 1 day ago (Legacy)

Adopted: April 12th, 2009 (Legacy)

Statistics

• Level: 3
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

Hmm? Who...who's there? Oh, it's just a visitor. And you're here for what reason? Hmm, don't wanna say, eh? I'm guessing you're just another one of the many who think I'm a psychotic hermit who thinks aliens are out to get us. Well, follow me, and I'll show you just how "psychotic" I really am. But first, I have a little story to tell you.

It all happened a few years ago, when I was walking home from the library in the evening. Suddenly, I was enveloped in a bright light. Next thing I knew, I was waking up in a really strange room. There was all of this machinery and incredibly technology around me. As I tried to sit up, I realized my arms and legs were chained to the table I was lying on. That was when I noticed...them.

You see that sketch right there, the one on that wall? That's a sketch I did of one of the creatures who had abducted me. The image has been burnt into my memory for years. I see you recognize its features! It remarkably resembles a certain species of pet that's been seen in slowly growing numbers on Subeta, doesn't it? But there was something about these aliens that was different from the pets you know. They were less restrained, in a sense. These looked more prepared to fight, as if the planet they were from was hostile to the point that they had to leave.

Anyway, back to my story. As the creatures noticed that I had regained consciousness, one of them, who seemed to be in a position of higher authority than the rest in the room, gave some sort of signal to one of the others. The smaller one came over to be and rolled up my shirt sleeve on my left arm. As I looked down to see what it was doing, a scream escaped my mouth. Something had happened to my arm! It looked as if it were decaying at a rapid pace, like it had died and the flesh was rotting away. I glanced at my other arm, and looked at my fingertips. There was noting left of them; only bone. I could do nothing to stop the tears from rolling down my face, and the creatures took note of this. It was then that I realized that these....these monsters has done this to me! They were experimenting on me, for some reason that I will probably never know. Then, I remember blacking out again.

I woke up on the sidewalk in the morning, with that little robot over there standing over me. I don't know if he was sent back with me by those aliens or not, but once that thought shot through my head, I remembered in a flash what had happened the night before. I immediately rolled up my sleeves and looked at my arms again. They were no longer the normal arms I had once had, nor were they the decaying arms I had seen in that strange room. My arms had been replaced by bionic arms, and were stronger than I could have ever imagined my arms being.

Now that my story is done, why don't you look around at the room you're standing in? This is my study. The random items you see lying around are various things I have acquired over the years that hint to something else being out there, proving my experience wasn't one caused by a mental breakdown or a drug-induced hallucination. I assure you I have most definitely never been under the influence of any drugs before in my life. The machines and such are things I use to study the stars and outer space. It's quite interesting, you know?

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