If one would tell me I would one day become a horrific monster that should not exist, then I would have either slapped them, punched them in the face, or laughed long and hard. But, well hmm. They would have been right, but it wouldn't hurt any less.

Now I have this stupid buzzing in the back of my head, I am an amorphous amalgamation of pathogen-like cells. Made of Flesh, filled with Might, and wrought with Mutations. I... need to rest, I think.