My head has yet to recover from whatever events transpired before i woke up. Who tore my limbs off, who severely burned me, and who dumped me in front of that weird Baxxid surgeon.



Did he do it without telling me? Was he testing surgery on a disposable race? I had the same nightmares for a few days now, i felt panic, cold, hungry, confused. The snow was burying people, hope was gone from me. I remember a large hooded figure dragging me somewhere....




Was I always a yinglet? Some part of me doubts it because of my obvious distaste to any average ying behavior. Is that even possible, becoming a yinglet, why the hell would i want to be if that's a thing? Not like it matters now, as i owe so much damn money to that horny weirdo, the more job i do the more i need supply and repair so my debt doesn't budge much.



She has yet to tell me who exactly she is as well.... in fact everyone i met are shrouded in mystery, heh ironic ...

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