Bite me ... right here.
Was talking to someone in my chat about these particularly unique scars that I gained when I was young. Normally, focusing on things such as scars might be considered uncool, but these scars ... these scars are badass because of how I got them. Because ... It was a tragic accident ... erm, I mean, ... they're the result of the removal of ... I was shot by two poisonous darts from Amazon tribesmen ... my fingernails did it ... I was shot by lasers but they discovered I heal really easy ... don't tase me bro ... I had a really high number of metaclorians but I was already too powerful for the force so my immune system kicked their metaclorian asses and pushed them out, creating these exit wounds ... well, actually, ... I was attacked by lotuses (or was it a lobster plague?) in a lotus plague (one so short, that everyone near me didn't notice all the bugs) ... they're the result of alien probes from when I was kidnapped by tall, anorexic, green men from mars (I won't tell you the other places they probed) ... actually ... it was from a basilisk attack, don't worry, I bit it back and it turned into salt ... hum ... its the mark of the you know what ... no, it is really that ... um, well, ... a vampire bit me when I was a teenager.
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