Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160303163426/@comment-5583506-20160308145909

"Not even I am entirely sure. I keep having... these... flashbacks of myself. I am lying on the ground, looking up at some man in armor. He looks just as bruised, battered and bloodied as I feel. From what I can recall, I don't know this man, yet somehow I respect him. My last memory is of him putting his hands on me and uttering some sort of incantation. Before any of that there is little else to speak of. I only have these... vague... emotions. I hate company. I hate society. I hate..."

She furrowed her brow in confusion, but no one would have been able to tell with her helmet on. "I hate humanity..."