Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-27163598-20161024052544/@comment-28115141-20161026122624

Grim looked around, hate filled within his eyes. He could remember it all like it was yesterday. He was young once more, his brother and him were playing by the shore when the titans arrived and Paragon had struck his brother down with his tail and sent him flying into the ocean... He tried to forget about those days. Back when he was normal. Back when he had a real name. Back when his heart still beat, but even though he had died and become a new being... he could still never forget the reason he was hateful...

Henry smiled and looked around pleased. Henry had only been bullied as a child for looking like an giant fluff ball. It didn't matter where he went but he was made fun of because of it. He's also made fun of his mentality... How he looked at this wicked world and how he thought that best way to survive it was: Stomp out the competition. He was competitive alright. Whenever he tried to hunt though, whenever he tried to hide? He did not excel. He always talked about being competitive although he wasn't good at winning. His family knew he couldn't survive on his own. Although he was brilliant. He wasn't fit for fighting. So they kicked him out of the pack. He could barely survive for the longest time. Scavenging... hunting... and building whenever he could... he even collected the bats bite and it's venom. He can across Grim one day. He was probably moments away from death. Henry nursed him back to life and gave him upgrades. With materials he had gathered he created his very own monster-Grim. As for the troodon pack? Henry came back... Henry came back and got Frankenstein's Revenge.