Mechanism; inorganic matter. Cellular skin replaced by procelain plates.
Once a human boy, when he was 9 years old, Y̶̱̩̠̽̔͝ȏ̵̧̭͒͗̋̊n̷̲̬̄̐̚h̷͉̤͈̺̍̂̂̿̾a̶̜̜̘͔̅̋̆̏̌suffered from chosplox, a disease that slowly dries the skin, causes kidney failure, and is only remedied by magical panacea found in Lundblum. Being born to poverty, making the trek to such a luxurious place from his lowborn, forgettable shanty town was nigh impossible. In desperation the boy was taken under his uncle for a time; arduous journeys ensued.
The uncle was a vile and wicked man, who would sell his own child for coin -- much less a nephew.
While his skin was tainted, Y̶̱̩̠̽̔͝ȏ̵̧̭͒͗̋̊n̷̲̬̄̐̚h̷͉̤͈̺̍̂̂̿̾a̶̜̜̘͔̅̋̆̏̌ had a nice set of usable organs ,it's for the greater good they said, you're going to die anyway, so why not let your useful organs help someone else they suggested.
Under peer pressure, the boy succumbed to having his humanity taken away, only a mechanical drone remains -- with barely a human brain.
.... Eh? What happened between then and there you ask? How did he get this new body you ponder?
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The answer is not within these pages...
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If only they ever listened to me, but alas, the status quo has diminished into a fine, rusty, powder .... And there isn't much anyone can do about it.
Almost a year since the death of RPT and it's rebirth. ...
Honestly, I can't believe how fast time has flown.
Ones feelings are a divided. Rpt was never really a replacement for LRPe, and rp.io will never really replace Rpt. But they don't have to, in the end. Time passes, things change. Remember the old times fondly, but don't let the past keep yourself from making good future memories. Dare I say, the future is more important. It's where you're headed to, after all.
Anyway. This lonely old fogey better give it a rest now. But yeah, happy almost anniversary. 💤
You ever just... Try to do the right thing.. but feel like everyone completely misconstrued your intentions and made it sound like you were the bad guy?
Even if all you wanted was to help?
It's one of those days. Ugh. I'm so tired of being misunderstood by people, maybe I'm just bad at communicating what I mean. But sometimes it definitely seems like they already have an idea of what I am before they even speak to me...