Surgeon
Arrogant - Cold-hearted - Intelligent
Pet Name: Surgeon
Owner: Boneyard
Theme / Type: Apocalyptic Ahbruis
Born: December 31, 2012
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 15 / 15
Strength: 18
Defense: 0
Speed: 11
Intellect: 16
Misticpower: 1
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: None
1. - Eat Me Cookie
Age: ~40
Gender: Male
Species: Wolf
Fill the air with what you like,
Another weekend massacre of opinion.
Don't be afraid of the knife,
sometimes you have to cut the limb to survive.
I see you smiling with your feet up like your heroes
You'd off yourself to save your reputation.
Strong and fearless and deprived just like your heroes
Are you sharpening your sword?
Well you'll bleed out anyway!
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Foster the People -Pseudologia Fantastica
Doctor Steel - Lament for a Toy Factory
Coldplay - The Scientist
| Fluoxetine says ...I see. *gets the hint he's not going to mention what they did to him - fine. He'd find out another way!* ...Well the one good thing you did for me was giving me away. I suppose I should thank you - those tests did give me knowledge. Quickness. Among other effects. *pets his own tail* And as for the room we're in? *moves over to a console, flipping a switch and typing something in* We're in 'HER' room. *turns to face him, hand on a button* ...Say hello. I will say I did get to work on her, you know. I was one of the head scientists who helped create her. I was also the one to shut her down and bring this 'great establishment down. Well with some help from other test subjects. I got to know her though. *whirring noises fills the air as lights begin to spring up, popping and sizzling from years of not being used* She was a wonderful.... 'person'. MY pride and joy. *soft clicking can be heard as little robots spring to life around them* ...And another thing this place taught me? *smiles darkly as the door they walked into locks behind them* How to get out of a locked room. Can you? *makes a run for it as the sound of loading guns is heard, and the robots another other machines begin firing, dashing for the wall and with the reflexes of a rat, climbing it - disappearing into a vent* |
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