I'm a survivor, we're a dying breed. I suppose you want to hear my story, i dont like to tell people my story but you have been so very kind.

Life. You could say it started when I was a kid. Like most folks, I've always been different. But not like the others. Other kids could be cruel, they'd call me names: dweeb, chimp, honky, dweeby-chimp, honky-dweeb, and worst of all: chomsky-honk. Did you know there's over eighty-seven combinations of those soul-scalding words? I found out the hard way. Life! Adolescence was better: went to the prom with a model, but she left with some jock. ♥♥♥♥! But then i felt something in my gut!
The palpable suspicion that i had a deeper calling in life, so i sought out the wisdom of the Ancients, exploring the spirt realm of the Soul!

One day tragedy struck! I was groping enlightment in my bedroom and before you could scream murder by arson our house was on fire, couldn't save my parents, Coroner ruled it as a simple case of death by mysterious fire, but i aways sensed that there was something fishy about it.
Needless to say my so-called father was a scientict in some top-secret capacity i've yet to unveil. yet....