The details of my life are quite inconsequential...
*sigh* Very well, where do I begin?\xa0 My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Bagodan with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. \xa0My mother was a fifteen year old\xa0Gallente prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. \xa0My father would womanize, he would drink.\xa0 He would make outrageous claims like he "invented the question mark".\xa0 Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy...the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical: Summers in Khanid, luge lessons; in the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really.
At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. \xa0At the age of fourteen an Amarrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles.\xa0 There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
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