They say we all have a certain amount of time to live. That we shouldn't let the demons of the past control our actions. There was a time I believed this. Back before... Back when my clan didn't think I was a freak for not being able to perform there mating ritual. Heh. Times have flown since then. Got a lucky break. Started traveling the multiverse. Finding myself drunk in my own pleasures and tribulations. Everything is about me me me. And the team. When the team can help me achieve my goals. Heh. Kinda short sighted. Eh other me? Nothing stings more than knowing that for all I'm packing. I'm considered the weakest. I can blast through tanks and artillery batteries with ease. Where everyone else has to find some proxy or outright cant. But. I'm usually the first to fall. Where did it go wrong? I guess I have time to figure it out. Not like the team's main strategy works without "The Winter's Storm" doing his thing. sigh.

Artist  Garruuk