Biography
M used to live in a small but prosperous village in what was once the
midwest. For many years, her village had no troubles, but eventually
robbers and pillagers found their way to this remote location, and set up
residence not far away, coming in to town to take whatever they wanted whenever
they wanted it. The town elder soon grew tired of this routine, and decided
that the village needed a warrior. Rather than going to the nearest hub
of society and hiring a mercenary who would then fall in love with a woman
in the town and then save them for free, the elder decided to build his
own warrior (he was both lazy and miserly). He took some old juicer
equipment he happened to have lying around (no one was quite sure why he
had old juicer equipment lying around, but no one really wanted to ask)
and instead of asking for willing volunteers, he assigned the task of
defender to the person who was least likely to do anything about it until
it was too late (he wasn't a very nice elder). M was the quietest of all
the villagers, and luckily was just old enough to actually be able to
cause damage if pumped full of all kinds of envigorating chemicals. The
elder crept into her house quietly one night, and outfitted her with a
simple device: a big red button on her forehead that read: "DO NOT PUSH".
They next day the group of pillagers came into the town, as they did every
tuesday morning (Mrs. Johnson always made fresh apple pie tuesday
mornings), and found one of the villagers now had a large red button with
curious writing on it. Naturally, being the overly curious, and underly
intelligent thugs that they were, they decided to press the button. When
they did so, M's brain was filled with all manner of evil and empowering
juices, and she started killing, and didn't stop until all the thugs were
dead or run off (and a few of the crueler school teachers were maimed).
After this display, the village decided that they couldn't keep such a
dangerous person in their village, and sent her off with the next group
of travelers to pass through, who just happened to be a hairy mexican in
a dress and an overly large and psychotic robot.
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