Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190520181834/@comment-5583506-20190615130933

The truth was that Shanks didn't really remember the reasons behind his mutation. All he could recall that at one point at that time he was a soldier signing up for a West-Tek funded project, and then a couple of weeks... maybe months later, he all of a sudden wasn't. He hadn't been a soldier more than he had been that of a literal lab animal for the eggheads to run painful tests and experiments on. And he had vague memories that there were others just like him: some failed experiments, some successful ones. But if they ever lived to make it out of that infernal vault, he didn't know. And he reckoned he would've heard of, or found one by now if that was the case, over two centuries later.

He had only as of recent come to the realization that he was indeed all alone in the world, and that once he finally died only his fleas would mourn him.

He cupped her chin. "Listen", he said, steadying his voice. "Call me your typical jarhead or stupid dog, if you will, but I can't begin to explain it better other than that I just really like you, Kay. But I wouldn't want to... you know... coerce you into something you might regret or feel shame about. That being said, I'd be lying if I said that I wouldn't want to get to really know you."