EzroEveryone just knows my world as One of The Two That Died, and they wouldn't be too far off. Those MEER pendejos refuse to let me talk, though, so I thought I'd break into their little 'site 'fore they shoot me again.
So, let me set the scene a litte: A time before I was born- I'unno, somewhere in the 2030s?- what some would call the world stage fell apart because it got too hot to operate on the surface. A lot of the world went underground, and that is when genetic altering and artificial bodies took off and went blazing.
Of course, after I became a little test dummy. Their own little Experiment Zero. I'unno. I think I signed on willingly, there was some other kid who had cancer. They deserve more of the credit.
Either way, though, I didn't take very well to my new look. Then somehow I fell into what I guess is called Egregoric Space, and, heh. I broke my home and now it can't fix itself. Maybe I could fix it if I wasn't shot on sight all the time, though.
I've seen so many different realities for my world I ain't gonna try to describe them here. Instead, I'll link them here:
The Fifth; What the conejas call "The RPG Maker Timeline"
The Last; The consequences of my actions.
And this is where I'll talk about the people and places closest to me.
Now I gotta go, these guys don't fucking know when to quit