Thirteen is who I am; when I was a young boy I used to have nightmares of failing, of being unlucky. So in my waking moments I have always pushed hard to be the best, in school in athletics, in life. I would study harder, work out longer, practice more than anyone else could, while everyone else was sleeping. Not only to ensure success and a steady flow of luck, but also so I would not have to sleep and see the nightmares anymore.That's when I realized in real life, in competition against me, I was my adversaries nightmare, I am my enemies bad luck....I am thirteen.This page is dedicated to all my loyal AGHAholics world wide who continue to have a firm understanding that "The Vicount of Victimization",“The Master of Disaster,†"The King of Stingâ€, "the Ayatollah of Rock & Rolla" is still in full effect.
I am always a click or a dial away for my peeps when they need a helping hand.I'm the bully’s bully,I bump the things that go bump in the night.I strike fear into fear and I got your back.From a very early age, I demonstrated symptoms of sadomasochism, whipping myself with a fresh branch of oak each day, and finding pleasure in the pain. I also have an affinity for all things mechanical, leading to my hobby of designing clocks, toys, and complex automata.As a teenager, I loathed my awkwardness and developed an extreme form of body dysmorphic disorder. I conducted a series of brutal experiments, removing my eyelids, upper lip, and lower lip. As a result, my face was horribly disfigured, and I suffer from a sadomasochistic compulsion commonly referred to as surgical addiction. I later designed a tight-fitting gas mask to filter out germs.I had four vertebrae broken so a steel rod could be inserted into my pelvis that keeps me upright,as well,upgraded my physical operating system to help guide me through preservation and dissemination of information issues at a geometric rate. My heart was removed and replaced with a CPU processor; a learning computer with revolutionary neural net-based artificial intelligence built by Cyberdyne-SkyNet Systems. It became self-aware at 2:14 a.m.Eastern time,Sept.21st.2k6.The blood in my veins dried up decades ago. Only dust remains.What horrible will could keep such a creature as this alive? - The answer is simple.The Machines Will Rise.The future has not been written. There is no fate but what we make for ourselves. I wish I could believe that. My name is Thirteen, they tried to murder me before I was born, when I was 13 they tried again.Machines from the future.Terminators.All my life my mother told me the storm was coming.I'm more machine now than man; twisted and evil.You see in this world there's two kinds of people my friend, those with loaded guns and those who dig....YOU dig.-13 out.
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