Samaro
Legacy Name: Samaro

"You're shouldn't supress your feelings" she says. "Maybe you should keep a journal. You know, I'm giving you a journal." she says. "Maybe now you won't feel so lonely." she says. Bah! Vhat was she zhinking about??? I'm a scienzist, a don't need zis crap!! I'm calling Adamas zomorrow and I'll make her read zis: I ALREADY KEEP MY NOTES IN A COMPUTER, I DON'T NEED ZIS DIARY!

Oh, darn it! Adamas wasn't in her home. Bet she's in one of zhose artsy trips again. See museums and stuffs.
But I've been zhinking about this journal, diary, vhatever zhis is. Maybe it doesn't need to be an emotional record. Maybe I could write my own biography here. Yes. Zhat's vhat I'm gonna do. Because I'm a famous scienzist, people are going to write about me and will look zrhough my zhings and invade my beloved and sacred laborazory. Oh no, nobody enters my lab! Vhat if zhey decide to touch my experiments? Nooo, no, no, no. I can't let zhis. So, I'll start my biography now. I can do zhis. Everybody can write, can't they?

Obviously everybody knows who I am. I'm simply zhe revoluzionary scienzist behind almost all reserches regarding the study of zhe Matters - zhe grand Doctor Adelaide Samaro. As you should know, zhere are over 20 kinds of matter zhat rule Subeta. Zhey surround us, some of zhem being easy to find, and some others being so rare zhat a single tiny vial of it costs over millions and millions os sP. Of course, zhere are a lot more matters yet to be found. And I'm going to find them, sooner or later. I hope sooner, really, because I can't stand working over this stupid Particle Matter over and over and over and over!! REACT, DAMN YOU!!

Oh, I'll cut zhat when send to zhe editor. Vhere vas I? Oh yeah, zhe matters. So, studying zhe Matters became zhe goal of my life. But I wouldn't do anyzhing else but wait with my paws upward for a cuddle from my owner if I wasn't gifted. Zhat's true, I was different from zhe ozhers vhen I was born. My parents were common Jollins zhat lived in zhe forests near Veta Lake, and my mozher, a long zime ago (yeah, I'm 54 years old, at least in Jollin years), gave birth to 6 lizzle beautiful and healthy cubs. Except for me, of course. I wasn't really healthy. I couldn't walk like my siblings did - on all fours, zhat's vhat I mean. My front paws were different from zheirs. Later, I would discover zhat zhose were opposable thumbs. Just like zhe humans, I could grab zhings and build and make and everyzhing else someone can do with a thumb. My fazher didn't like me because of zhat. He zhought I was malformed, a shame to zhe pack. Well, maybe I was a shame for zhose barbarians. If zhat bunch of animals were still alive today, vhat would zhey zhink of me now? I have a doctor's degree, in fact, I'm a P.h.D. and a standart for almost all newbies in zhe scienzific communizy. I'm a genius, I have my own mansion. And zhey? Zhey're all dead, because zhey decided to live like animals. Zhat means zhey deserved it.

BAHH I CAN'T STAND WRITING ANYMORE!! Why bring up zhings from zhe past anyway? Why do people read biographys?? GO FIND SOMEZHING USEFUL TO DO, BUNCH OF FAT MATTERS!! (Oh, I forgot zhis part is not going to be published. Who zhe hell am I talking to? I should stop talking to zhe nothing, I'm doing it way too often.)

Oh, zhe Dark Matter is reacting well to zhe destillator agent! Good, good, good. Maybe we might have cheaper Darkmatter Potions in zhe future. Pft, zhe Marketing Department decided to call zhem potions, GIVE ME A BREAK. Zhere's pure chemistry! "We can't sell it like a medicine," zhey say. "We need to give it that magical and mysterious look", zhey say. Somezimes, a wonder why a still help zhem. I really gotta LOVE my job.

So, my story. My parents didn't really like me and my "malformation gift". Naturally, I learned a lot more by myself zhem I would do with my parents. Instead of learning how to stare at a dumb Anzlephore, I would razher learn how to stand in my hinds. Instead of learning how to stick my muzzle in stenchy rotten meat, I occupied myself in making slingshots to bring down zhe Lain's nests and eat zheir eggs. Vhen I was a fully developed reproduzory female (or adult, vhatever), I could barely remember how to sleep inside a hole in zhe ground. I remember my parents didn't even give me advice when I left, like zhey did with my siblings. Zhey were all developed, ready to find mates and build zheir own families in zhe woods. Search for vast plains to feed on zhe tender meat of Kanis. Maybe, burry zheir homes under zhe roots of an ancient zree on Peka Glade. I don't cared, anyway. Zhat was all mediocre.
Instead, I went out for bigger and bezzer zhings. I left zhose savages and headed to Centropolis. Oh yeah, zhat's a city. I was completely alone, and really? I don't give sh-- (avoiding bad words, ok) - I don't give a nibble to zhat. I've always been alone, haven't I?? My parents zhought I was deformed and pityful, and now I pity zhem, because zhey're all DEAD by now!! You see, I never needed anybody! Zhen, WHY DOES EVERYBODY LOOK AT ME AND ZHINK I'M ALONE AND DESERVE PITY?? LOOK, I SPIT AT YOUR PITY!!!

AND I DON'T NEED ZHIS JOURNAL, I'LL ZHROW IT IN ADAMAS FACE VHEN SHE RETURNS, FOR REAL!

All right. I got a little carried away. I really need to zake some rest. Perphaps some vacations, uh? Yes. I'll do zhat. Vacation. Vhat day is zoday? VHAT? January zhe 8?? Damn, I've been down here in lab for zen days!! Holly karp!! Vhy didn't anybody tell me??

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MY TROPHY!! IT HAS SPOKEN TO ME!! MY "GRAND ACQUISITIO CHEMIA PRIZE" JUST ANSWERED ME!!!
I swear!! "I told you Master" it says, "but you were too busy with that Particle Matter" it says.

...................Oficially, I need rest. I'm getting crazy. My own Award is talking to me now. I'll get out of this lab right now and ---

OOOOH, ZHE PARTICLES ARE REACTING!! OH, I'M A FREAKING GENIUS.