Captain2
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During the first few moments of my life, of which I remember surprisingly well, I have a very clear picture of my family: my father standing over me and asking whether I'm a boy or a girl and my mother, looking very much like a thigh....
Oddly enough I soon lost my sense of self awareness and my next memory came nearly a year later.
In his attempts to test my walking ability my dad had me walk across the room to him, of course being the show off I am I decided to one up him
Oddly unsurprised at a child who had previously been unable to walk at all suddenly walking over to his bed and jumping onto it, my father continued to insist that I walk to him in order to do it right.
Of course he soon betrayed me and closed me in my playpen, however being the forgetful scientist type he forgot to lock me in and I was able to easily escape and look around through my toy box.
Of course this was on the bestselling children's book list, narrowly beating out "You're Average, prepare yourself for a life of menial labour"
OOC: I gave myself horrible charisma so I wouldn't get any discounts when the time comes to buy or sell items, hopefully keeping myself from becoming incredibly rich in this post nuclear world until at least a decent length into the game
Dad comes back and points out the thighs favourite bible passage and then asks me to follow him, taking my newly acquired walking abilities for granted.
Then for the next nine years..... I forget what happened, but I remember I had a birthday!
yeah.... I'm begining to think I have a memory problem
: Fine, I'm going to go
