Hmm, so what exactly is this creation? Very random. I guess I'll describe what happened...
*Story Mode*
It all started when our hero got ran over by a bus while participating on a strike. That's what he got for wearing flowers on his head. Tsk tsk... he was taken to the local institute immediatly.
When our hero finally woke up, he found himself wrapped in many bandages. He could only see with his left eye. There wasn't much to see but an odd bright light coming out of nowhere. He heard people talking.
"He's a goner"
"Yes, he's done for. Call the morgue."
"I didn't know his leg could bend that way..."
There was silence amongst the doctors.
"We can rebuild him. Faster... Stronger... Better than before."
And thus, it started. With the agility of a fox, the grace of a butterfly, the strength of a madman with a guitar, and any other spare parts from the local dumpster. He was made. They wanted to control him. They wanted him to be used for their purposes. He was their creation.
However, this was not the fate of our hero. He wasn't about to be a pawn in their plans. So our hero escaped decide that he should escape into the night. He was able to disappear into the night. Unfortunatly, he forgot to change his pants.
They say that when you look into the night, you can see him running in those horrid pants. Ph34r.
*Story ended*
...dammit, should of changed my pants. sweatdrop
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