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Oh, hello. Didn't see you there.
Welcome to my page. If this was TV, I would be on a huge, poofy armchair wearing a bathrobe, ascot, and slippers, while smoking a massive pipe and reading Homer. Too bad this is not TV. In fact, of all the things I listed above, the only one I'm actually doing is sitting, and sitting on a somewhat uncomfortable armchair. Anyways, my ramblings are probably boring you. On to what you really want to read.
I was found in a small bucket of horse urine as a child by a family of superheros. They adopted me into their community. However, I knew I had not found my place. One thing that tipped me off about this was that I had to constantly had to purge my mind of evil thoughts so it couldn't be taken over by superhero school's telepathic bully. I dropped out of superhero high school after spending two weeks encased in a block of ice in the janitors colset, after having bumped into the school's cryokinetic. I moved to Nebraska as got a job as a clerk at a craft store. The first chapter of my life was over.
The second, third, and fourth chapters were full of adventure, ligers, and many, many papercuts. But I am here today, a wealthy, ascot-wearing galactic entrepreneur not a day over 34FG Gyglax years.
Goodbye now, I have a stable full of leopard-boars that need taming.
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