Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-28009263-20170702193612/@comment-29637681-20171103171459

He was only thirteen when it all went down.

Right at the age of thirteen he was mutilated for life at the hands of his father, who neglected him and considered him a failure.

“Well, if you can’t sleep with other people talking about two hundred feet away from you, go sleep in Hell,” he groans in Glory’s direction. Somehow, just somehow, by telling everyone about this, he felt as if a weight had been lifted off of him.

Living without emotion just wasn’t rhe right way to go.

“I’m sorry for all the wrongs I’ve done you all...” He turns around and tries to go back to sleep. But before he does, he sees the purple Pulmonoscorpius, snoring away. He pets it on the head lightly. It’s amazing how much somebody can change if you give them a chance.

“I think I’ll name you...Grimrose.(A combination of “Grim” and “Primrose,” I only chose this name because I had no other ideas, but I guess it fits.)” Through the night he brings everyone else food and goes hunting throughout the Mountains.

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The next morning he wakes up. Everyone’s talking again, and they’re somewhat happier today. Nobody bothered attacking them. Glory manages to get some decent sleep last night, after they stopped talking.

“”I’m gonna go take a nap,” Adder says to Wraak. He stayed up the whole night, finding food and considering his choices through life. “Go take care of the scorpion. Holler when you need me.”