Everything is pitch black in a overcast of voices and shards of fate, moving so fast, but slow. As if blood water sweltering in your skin. The voices and apparitions grow louder...Until a squeamish regurdual belch of gore unveils, leaving you to awake in a hazy brightly lighted room.
You are just a speck on this earth, newly born crying and feeble.
>Male
>Female
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Male
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>Female]I miss i was a teenage spycho threads
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Male
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>>Male
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Female
Your crying fills the room in a ryhmtic and deceptively innocent manner, filling joy into the hearts of all in the room.
"It's a boy, congratulations!" The surgical mask donning Different professed, leaving your mother speechless with joy.
>What are you called?
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Alexander
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Ben Garrison
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Ivanov Belivanov
Named after your Parent Ivan. And your Grandpa Gregoivanich
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Shlomo Shekelstein
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Supporting this
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Alexander Garrison, the next apocalypse Hitler.