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Corroding
Legacy Name: Corroding
The
Owner: Apples112
Age: 16 years, 4 months, 3 weeks
Born: October 24th, 2009
Adopted: 16 years, 4 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)
Adopted: October 24th, 2009 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 7
- Books Read: 7
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
My name is Corroding, and I have that name for a reason. You see, for years I've had a certain...ailment. A disease that turns my flesh foul and, eventually, rips it apart. In the beginning, I was taken to a hospital to get cured. They poked and prodded at me, amazed by my curse...if you could believe it. I certainly didn't, but then again, they didn't dare tell me that half of the...tests...were just experiments. They were too afraid, I would think, and for obvious reasons- Even then, I looked scary.
Eventually, however, I did find out. I was angry- Furious, even. I had to be restrained, but very carefully- The workers didn't want their poor scientists to get the disease, did they?
They stuck me here. In a glass box, under constant surveillance. They don't even bother pretending that they're searching for a cure anymore, they just watch and prod and stick me with needles. Experimentation, like I said. I'm forced here to sit and wait for death to come. Just...waiting. I've had some time to think, in this box, and I've come to a few conclusions.
Humans are worthless. They climb and force their way to the top just so they can sit back and kick lesser beings around. They're desperate enough to hurt anybody that stands in their way and climb atop of the few that might be able to help. Like me. The scientists who found me have gotten themselves quite a large amount of money, posting all sorts of findings about me.
My second conclusion is this- When I get outta here, whether released or escaped, I'm going to fix all this human crap in the easiest and most thorough way possible. I'm going to destroy each and every one of you. No matter what it takes.