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Spitter
Legacy Name: Spitter
The
Scribble PherretOwner:
MissyAge: 6 years, 9 months, 5 days
Born: July 18th, 2017
Adopted: 6 years, 5 months, 5 days ago
Adopted: November 18th, 2017
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 9
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
It was just supposed to be an experiment. A series of metal parts and clockwork mechanisms working together to create a fun little toy for kids. What should have been simple science took a more serious turn when it became apparent that some of the experiments were becoming self aware. They didn't want to be poked and prodded and tested on any more. They didn't want to be taken apart and put back together over and over again. They wanted choices. They wanted freedom. They wanted a life of their own.
Spitter had a unique ability. They could product an acid like substance and melt almost any material. This was incredibly useful for both bulding and defense. After following Runner that night, it was tough at first, learning how to survive in a world designed for those of a fleshy nature but working together, Spitter and the other experiments made a life for themselves, taking advantage of their gifts and the isolation of the forest they now inhabited.
Now, years later, if you venture out into a certain part of the woods, around where an old illegal workshop is rumoured to have once operated from, it is not unusual to hear the haunting whirring sounds of clockwork creatures, watching you from the shadows...waiting to name you harmless or a threat...and deal with you accordingly.
Spitter had a unique ability. They could product an acid like substance and melt almost any material. This was incredibly useful for both bulding and defense. After following Runner that night, it was tough at first, learning how to survive in a world designed for those of a fleshy nature but working together, Spitter and the other experiments made a life for themselves, taking advantage of their gifts and the isolation of the forest they now inhabited.
Now, years later, if you venture out into a certain part of the woods, around where an old illegal workshop is rumoured to have once operated from, it is not unusual to hear the haunting whirring sounds of clockwork creatures, watching you from the shadows...waiting to name you harmless or a threat...and deal with you accordingly.