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<blockquote data-quote="Lot" data-source="post: 2992753" data-attributes="member: 23740">Carrion settles into his &quot;chair&quot; and relaxes.&quot;What happened to me?&nbsp; Good question.&nbsp; I started getting a rash...kinda like a scabby weird skin thing.&nbsp; You know...like eczema or something?&nbsp; Well, I thought I had something like that...until it got worse.&nbsp; One day...I woke up and I'd emerged from my old body like it was a coccoon or something.&nbsp; You want a freaky sight?&nbsp; Imagine seeing your own skin on the floor like a fruit roll-up.&nbsp; Anyway, been like this ever since.&nbsp; Few years now.&quot;Carrion shifts forward a little in his seat.&quot;As for what I can do?&nbsp; I'm still unclear, to be honest.&nbsp; I was a web designer before...this happened.&nbsp; So, afterwards I just kept doing that.&nbsp; Staying indoors, doing my work, making my mortgage payments, the usual.&nbsp; And most of my friends have adjusted.&nbsp; My neighbors too.&nbsp; It was too much for my girlfriend...&quot;Carrion pauses for a moment, his expression hard to read on his monstrous face.&quot;...but, y'know, we're still friends and all.&nbsp; I just reached a point where I needed something.&nbsp; Like, this...this happens to you and you try to adjust and be normal and that's all well and good for a while.&nbsp; Then, then you need something more.&nbsp; You need this thing that happened to you to mean something.&nbsp; I mean, I know I'm strong.&nbsp; And I know I haven't felt physical pain since this happened.&nbsp; So, I thought maybe if I could find something where this, this thing that happened to me, is a good thing.&nbsp; Not a tragedy but something that I can make positive.&nbsp; That's what I'm trying to do.&quot;Carrion stops and laughs.&quot;Sorry.&nbsp; Got a little TV-movie &quot;poor me&quot; monologuey in here.&nbsp; I'm like Tori Spelling or something...but better looking.&nbsp; Anyways, I can fly, I can hit pretty hard, I think take some pretty hard hits.&nbsp; I don't really need to breathe.&nbsp; I'm immune to anything that attacks basic animal metabolic processes.&nbsp; Also, I have these weird impulses.&nbsp; I know how to fight, which is weird because, besides a karate class when I was eight, I've never been much of a fighter.&nbsp; So, it's all kind of a mystery.&quot;Carrion leans back again in his bean-bag.&quot;So, enough about me.&nbsp; What's your deal?&nbsp; What can you do?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Lot, post: 2992753, member: 23740"] Carrion settles into his "chair" and relaxes. [color=lightgreen]"What happened to me? Good question. I started getting a rash...kinda like a scabby weird skin thing. You know...like eczema or something? Well, I thought I had something like that...until it got worse. One day...I woke up and I'd emerged from my old body like it was a coccoon or something. You want a freaky sight? Imagine seeing your own skin on the floor like a fruit roll-up. Anyway, been like this ever since. Few years now."[/color] Carrion shifts forward a little in his seat. [color=lightgreen]"As for what I can do? I'm still unclear, to be honest. I was a web designer before...this happened. So, afterwards I just kept doing that. Staying indoors, doing my work, making my mortgage payments, the usual. And most of my friends have adjusted. My neighbors too. It was too much for my girlfriend..."[/color] Carrion pauses for a moment, his expression hard to read on his monstrous face. [color=lightgreen]"...but, y'know, we're still friends and all. I just reached a point where I needed something. Like, this...this happens to you and you try to adjust and be normal and that's all well and good for a while. Then, then you need something more. You need this thing that happened to you to mean something. I mean, I know I'm strong. And I know I haven't felt physical pain since this happened. So, I thought maybe if I could find something where this, this thing that happened to me, is a good thing. Not a tragedy but something that I can make positive. That's what I'm trying to do."[/color] Carrion stops and laughs. [color=lightgreen]"Sorry. Got a little TV-movie "poor me" monologuey in here. I'm like Tori Spelling or something...but better looking. Anyways, I can fly, I can hit pretty hard, I think take some pretty hard hits. I don't really need to breathe. I'm immune to anything that attacks basic animal metabolic processes. Also, I have these weird impulses. I know how to fight, which is weird because, besides a karate class when I was eight, I've never been much of a fighter. So, it's all kind of a mystery."[/color] Carrion leans back again in his bean-bag. [color=lightgreen]"So, enough about me. What's your deal? What can you do?"[/color] [/QUOTE]

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