It all started last thursday. i was born february 12th 1999, and i will die march 23rd 2026. the story of my life starts 5 years in when i gave birth to the grand wizard of my tribe who i had to take care of until it was developed enough to let out into the open seas where it can thrive among the rest of its kind. my mom and dad both died before i was born so i never met them. my younger brother seems to recall them being black but im not sure i have a brother. it could easily be the massive amount of toxins i inhale on a dail basis because i refuse to leave my home which has been turned into a chemical wasteland after the 3rd atomic bomb was dropped. you dont hear about this bomb because it only effected the uzbekistani tribes because of a missfire. i now live off of single macaronus i find inside of the koalas i kill for sport.