PKPenguin321 wrote:When I was first born, I was different. I was more aerodynamic than the other babies. More slippery, too. When I left the womb, I came out flying. Apparently I was also bouncier than the other babies, because I then ricocheted off of the walls for what my parents recall as "a good five minutes." This of course left me horribly disfigured, as a baby should not suffer that many high velocity blunt impacts. My face was comparable to that of a bowl of mac n cheese, and still is to this day. I was undateable. Unfriendable, even. My face was so incredibly revolting that in a last ditch attempt to look cuter I decided to have genetically modified cat ears and a tail grown on me. However, I also happen to have suffered severe brain damage, which has caused me to become incredibly mentally deficient, and in my haze of stupidity I overlooked the fact that cat ears do not make the face look better. They do not even draw attention from the face. I have since suffered many hardships due to my various and incredibly revolting disabilities. If you asked what the hardest one was, though, I'd tell you it was when I started to get called Nyanaroni An'Cheese.
Glad you understand... This is the deep backstory I'm going for here, Nyanaroni DOES and always has suffered from crippling disabilities...