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Last to post on this thread wins. Part Deux
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mise, is there a reason as to why you think you should be the victor?
for me....
I was born on the Alaskan plains in a small cabin, child to two oil seeking business partners.
When I was but only two years old I was forced to migrate to northenmost Canada, to live with polar rabbits, after my parents we're brutally drowned in a sea of oil.
In the seven years that followed I quickly forgotten my early days of walking, barbling and cute words, in exchange for hunting down fresh green, which was hard to come by in northern Canada, and the rabbits adored me, with the extra length available to me with my arms.
When I was nine, I was captured by by some researchers, when after a number of months relocating with the flock, we had reached the Greenland border through a vicious hop across a frozen sea, and taken into sanctuary, where researchers would mock me instead of treat me with luxuries.
When I was fifteen, the great Dorito disaster had killed off most researchers and the sanctuary was destroyed. We were free. In moments of joy, I had accidently hopped onto a loose piece of ice, which broke off the mainland, and drifted aimlessly into the Atlantic ocean. Torrential wind and rain had me all but given up on hope that I were to be reunited with my fellow rabbits.
Approximately four months later, I had hit land, after managing to feed myself by picking fish and green that had been lodged in the ice. Eating fish was nearly unbearable, as I hadnt eaten any form of animal since I was a toddler. Arriving on the land, I peered around for any sign of life, and nothing but lushious green was to be found. It was a feeding frenzy.
Less than 6 months after, I was found by humans, who told me I was in Mayo, and was brought to Longford to be re-educated and re-socialised. 6 years on, here I stand, on two legs, and that is my story.
And for that, I win, please close the thread
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