Post by Masta Destroya on Mar 22, 2011 21:04:40 GMT -5
(theres more to the story, but for time sake, ill stick to the main elements)
They call me Masta Destroya. Why? I have no idea. But, seeing as I can't remember my real name, if I have one, I stick to MD. I don't know much about myself, other than the fact that I'm currently a Killjoy, who spends most of his time in Zone 6, dissecting weaponry, reassembling it, and looking for ways to improve them. I'm also very skilled in hand-to-hand combat, which I resort to in close combat or dire situations when it's necessary. When I'm not dissecting weaponry, I'm monitoring security feeds from BL/ind. How you ask? I don't even know myself. I somehow knew all the access codes necessary to do so. But what else don't I know about myself? There were only five people who knew who I was, but 4 of them are dead, and the other won't speak of it. The 4 in question were Party Poison, Jet Star, Cobra Kid, and Fun Ghoul. Unfortunately, they took the info to their grave. I watched their infiltration of BL/ind and the rescue of Girl. I saw the horror that Party Poison witnessed. I'm currently working on a solution. But now there's only one man who knows of my past: the Doctor himself. I don't know who I was, am, or what I'm going to do. But one thing is certain: this isn't over. Not while I'm still breathing. The exterminator, who somehow recognizes me a bit too well, says to us, "Keep running." My message to him: I will. And when I stop, you will too.
~MD
(and no, the fact that i know those codes isn't part of some power i possess. it has to do with my missing past.)
They call me Masta Destroya. Why? I have no idea. But, seeing as I can't remember my real name, if I have one, I stick to MD. I don't know much about myself, other than the fact that I'm currently a Killjoy, who spends most of his time in Zone 6, dissecting weaponry, reassembling it, and looking for ways to improve them. I'm also very skilled in hand-to-hand combat, which I resort to in close combat or dire situations when it's necessary. When I'm not dissecting weaponry, I'm monitoring security feeds from BL/ind. How you ask? I don't even know myself. I somehow knew all the access codes necessary to do so. But what else don't I know about myself? There were only five people who knew who I was, but 4 of them are dead, and the other won't speak of it. The 4 in question were Party Poison, Jet Star, Cobra Kid, and Fun Ghoul. Unfortunately, they took the info to their grave. I watched their infiltration of BL/ind and the rescue of Girl. I saw the horror that Party Poison witnessed. I'm currently working on a solution. But now there's only one man who knows of my past: the Doctor himself. I don't know who I was, am, or what I'm going to do. But one thing is certain: this isn't over. Not while I'm still breathing. The exterminator, who somehow recognizes me a bit too well, says to us, "Keep running." My message to him: I will. And when I stop, you will too.
~MD
(and no, the fact that i know those codes isn't part of some power i possess. it has to do with my missing past.)
Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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