Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20190421194647/@comment-27344811-20190422212138

“My master never recovered me. Instead, my enemies did their best to cure me, and when that failed, tried to interrogate me. That failed as well, so they sent me into the city. I have jumped from host to host, owner to owner, for many years. When one would destroy me, I had assistance in my escape; while I was crippled, my Recordicons are not... after a while, I went from acknowledging humanity’s existence to accepting them. Before they seemed only like bugs. Yet, they are complex in their own right. Civil war, not unlike our society. Caste systems based off of appearance. A world slowly being grounded down. It was not unlike my own planet.”

“And then you happened. You are unique. You can speak, yet you choose not to, and get by this issue in creative ways. You have felt great sorrow, and have took then lives of many....”