Graveyard Bhakoru
Anrivefhear my tale...
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall set me free.
-Sorzus Syn, 6900 BBY
I have lived far too many lives, seen too much death. Not many would even call this life anymore. Kept clinging on by threads of tendon, bone shards and other viscera. By now I have replaced.. most of my body. The scraps that are still left I don't recognize anymore. My skin sloughs off my weakened frame more every day, rotting away by the moment. But a flesh vessel is just that: flesh. There is more than enough of it in the world, and more is created every day. Any species will do at this point. Everything is rejected, pushed out after a while, so it matters not whose parts I have. Which costume I wear. None survive who know my true face.
