Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-48285-20160822053857/@comment-25657023-20160823001511

Well, this is going to be complicated to summarize, but I'll try then, if you insist. Hmmm...

Fem Ouden was, in fact, my dad. He passed away during the fifth mecha-dinosaur war, during the late 3000's, and I hatched from my egg after everything had ended, some centuries latter.

Then, as I started my journey on this world of lies and pain, I started being called as "Fem Uno", the legendary Fem Ouden's sucessor. This, of course, until I found my long-lost twin brother that happened to be some decades older than me, Fem Duetero (yeah, my father didn't know how to count), and discovered that, in fact, he was a traitor to the alliance during the war and killed our father for money and a house filled with hot women. We, then, fought to death, and both of us died, but my soul, strong as it is, reincarnated into some kind mutant slime (don't ask me how).

Then, I needed a new name, a way to restart my life. It was when I had an idea that no genius ever would had on this situation. I changed my name to Fem Tria, and eventually took fencing classes with a bubble gum machine. But, during one fateful morning of spring, Mr. Marbles, the bubble gum machine ended up dying of high cholesterol. That was a sad day in my long life, but I continued going on.

During this time, a zombie apocalypse had just started, and everyone started consuming canned food, as the zombies were beings counscious of their actions, and started eating all our food supply to make us starve until death. I, then, became the leader of a community rebellious to them, and decided to use an alternative name as a cover. And, with all my genius, picked the perfect name for this matter: "Fem Tetra".

As the zombies became dumb as they started watching TV shows made by themselves, they started becoming more like real zombies and ended up dying alongside the shows that created them. I, then, with the intention of having some good experiences to compensate those dark times, I decided to become a time-traveller, just for the fun. In one of my travels, around 1223 A.C., I met with a gentle old man, named Netero. He was already old. Very old. I, then, fought some battles alongside him, and decided to chancge my name to Fem Penta just to mark those good times in my life.

However, as my time machine broke, I got stuck here at these outdated times, and must live inside a toy-box while I eat cookies for dinner and olives for breakfeast.

As for my future selves, I can't give you an exact prediction as for when they will exist, but mark my words: the Fem clan does never die. You cut down a head, and two new ones will appear. muahahahahaha (also, on the meantime, I discovered that my twin-older-brother wasn't my brother actually, since he died, and thus don't had the power to have the honor of being part of the clan).