I was told a million times of all the people in my way
Okie dokie, well lesse here. I won't go through the entire biography but I became a cyborg when I was 19. I was fighting a cyborg gorilla who threw a pimped out UFO at me. After taking said UFO to the face I managed to live, but lost my left arm as well as breaking nearly every bone in my body, and to top it off, severe head trauma. I lucked out though, a what I'm gonna call 'unique' doctor by the name of Dr. Yuri Markov who specialized in psycho reactive prosthesis offered to help. Not only is he a doctor but he's an artificer. Anyway, he makes a special limb out of this crazy living metal and tells me it changes as I change. I'm not some run of the mill human you see, I'm a zoan, and a bit of a warshaper. But I digress.... Anyway he tells me he can attach this special arm on the surface where my left shoulder used to be, and can even reinforce my rib cage, my spine, cranium, and jaw bone. he tells me the only thing he asks for in return is my disembodied left arm and my right eye. truth be told at that time I was in no shape to refuse, so I underwent treatment. As far as I can tell, he keeps the limb in a freezer and has my eye in a glass pendant he wears around his neck. This red one I've got here I asked him for because well... I have shitty depth perception as it is, and I hate the idea of 'cyclops' for a nickname... Ya see why I call the guy 'unique'? he's nuttier than a payday bar. He's coo coo for cocoa puffs. He is a taco short of a fiesta.
how I had to keep on trying and get better ev'ry day
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