Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-29637681-20171215023942/@comment-29637681-20171215050434

Mkay. Gonna try again.

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Drift grabs some of the Amargasaurus’s sail and puts it to his face, mimicking Adder’s cyan feathers covering his left eye. He starts to make his own impression of the Dilophosaurus.

“*ahem* Bonjour, bonjour! Je suis Adder! Haha!”

Adder rolls his eyes at this.

Drift jumped onto the Amargasaurus carcass and did a flip off of it. “Everybody hates me for no reason whatsoever, even though I’m actually competent at some things!”

“Well, you got that right.” Frankly the Dilophosaurus doesn’t mind too much.

“I say I hate everybody, but I do care for my friends—“

“Hey, I never said that.”

“—and I am forever entitled to take care of my child with the beautiful and stunning Cinder.”

“Well, we all know that’s bull.” He starts to get annoyed.

Drift wasn’t thinking too hard.

“I try to act edgy due to my family’s mistreatment and I loathe my tragic backstory—“

Adder grabs Drift by the neck with his prosthetic. “Don’t you DARE say that.”

“Well...why? I thought you didn’t have a tragic backstory? What was it like?”

“Drift, don’t...” Somebody tries to warn him, but it’s too late.

“If you insist...” Lowering the Kelenken to the ground, Adder tells the story from there.

“The day I was born...I was considered a defect. My coloration wasn’t the same as the thousands of other Dilophosaurus. As such, my parents and relatives...They tried to kill me. Within my first minute of life they injected a radioactive crystal into my flesh. I can still remember, the green, glowing shard, sinking deeper and deeper into my back...”

He turns around.

There, at the base of his neck, on his shrivelled up, withered body, was a tiny, yet noticeable, tetrahegonal scar.

Drift fakes astonishment. “Dear me. But go on.”

“Drift, don’t—“

“I survived the radioactivity, albeit at the cost of one of my fingers.” Looking at his left hand, the one that wasn’t robotisized, he saw the wiry hand of three, knife-like fingers, and not the normal four. “They subjected me to slave labor, for they believed I was too useless to fight. My father took advantage of this and abused me phisically, sustained himself on my flesh.

“Even in the Silver Castle, I managed to make a friend. My first friend...Despite the fact that I was only 1 at the time, I became attached to him. A Baryonyx named Scrap...He was one of the decendants of the Heavy Claws, the original leaders of the Rift before the Empire, before the Demon of Revenge, before Kaiser, before Grim. One year later, Scrap and I plotted to escape. The guards, they caught us...and executed Scrap on the spot. I felt terrible, but there was nothing I could do. It happened so fast, Pernicia immobilizing my friend and driving burning rods of metal into his eyes before the Metriacanthosaurus elites jumped down from the ceiling and ripped him open...And I was only two.”

Silence.

“I wandered the Rift, seeking for somebody to adopt me, to love me, to show compassion. None. They all hated me for the species I was, for who I was the grandson of. Eventually, the Baryonyx Clan took me in. They were insane warriors, conquerors, descendants of the Heavy Claws. They trained and manipulated me to be a remorseless slaughterer of thousands, training me in the same style that the humans of long ago used.

“When I was 13, I defied their custom. Their custom was that when a child reaches the age of 13, the parents must kill them. The child must either kill his own parents, or be devoured. I took down every single Baryonyx...but refused to kill them. Their leader drove me out of the Clan, and that’s when I first met you guys. Cinder...Lucious...Both of you tried to be friends with me. I didn’t know of this, being trained to kill on sight, and I nearly killed both of them by dropping them into a pit of thorns and vines.

“The Empire captured me again and retrained me to be their guard dog. I revolted against my father and left once more. I lost emotion and feeling to cope with my physical, emotional, and mental trauma...And then you guys...the Rebels...Lucious, Bastion, Cinder, Radnad, Stalagmite...you guys took me in...And then you guys...And then...And then...And...

“And...”

His requiem ends on that word.

“So that’s your answer,” he mutters to Drift. “Don’t ever ask me about it again...”

He turns around, walks down the path, and disappears.