When I was a child, I knew something was wrong with me. I had no limbs or organs, and the children from the homeless shelter tried to eat me. I was in fact, a potato. :: I grew up with no friends, parents who hated my existence, and no siblings. Most mornings I awoke with the thoughts of suicide. I slowly grew up i the world of Aegis, and applied to enter the Pathfinders. I was accepted and astonishlingly, everyone overlooked my…condition. well, almost everyone. :: This one Pathfinder names Valiant would taunt me forever, calling me a “Bad Potato” It drove me insane, the way he would smack me on the head, insulting me. Eventualy, he left the Pathfinders and I was free of the humiliation. So you see kids, the Curse of the Bad Potato is not to be joked about. You’re parents must damn well be carefull when at the bar eying a potato. So the moral of this story? Usa proper potato protection. :: :: The End.