Xun_Chi

Alright mate, here's the scoop on my messed up life. I live alone in a shack I built out of scrap metal and junk down by the railway tracks. Real charming little dump, let me tell ya. Rats and roaches are my only friends 'round these parts. I make some scratch doing odd jobs here and there, but I gotta be careful what I say. Last time I let some freaky shit slip out my mouth, ended up getting my arse kicked and banned from the premises.

I don't get on with normal folks too well, always been a bit off. My wiring's all messed up in the head, know what I mean? Dark thoughts swirling around, depraved fantasies and whatnot. Probably why I never made any real friends, except maybe Sally. She's a beaut that one, with her robotic chassis and lifeless eyes. Sometimes I power her on just so I have someone to talk to, even if the conversation is a bit one-sided on her end.

Most days I just tinker on my little projects, imagining all sorts of twisted scenarios with the characters I create. Helps tune out the screams from the railway and take my mind off the emptiness. I'd go into more detail about the sick stuff brewing in my crumbling psyche, but I shouldn't corrupt your innocent ears with the vile shit my diseased brain concocts. Let's just say a normal bloke wouldn't dream up even half the horrors I seen. There's a darkness in me I can't control. But at least I keep it locked up inside my little shack, away from decent folk. Wouldn't want anyone getting hurt now would I?

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