ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@electroMagnus I met him like 10 sweeps ago or smthin. I was living in my own hive at the time, a shoddy piece of shit I managed to rent in a low blood complex. Druggies, muties, and all different kinds of bastards were huddled up there same as I, just hoping for a roof over our heads. High bloods typically stayed far the fuck away, not wanting to mingle in our tainted space, but the occasional purple would grab an unlucky fuck and take em back for culling. Sometimes even cull them right there considering the lack of surveillance. It was best to stay inside your rooms at pretty much all times and horde as many resources as possible. The outside was the enemy and still is if I'm being honest. So when some teal lookin fat boy came wandering around everyone was wigged the fuck out. I mean this moron was knocking door to door, asking folks if they quote "needed help"? Like who the fuck does that, no body is gonna fall for that bullshit trick. Whatever, anyways he started making rounds, apparently stopping by other complexes as well and eventually some idiot opened the door. To our surprise no one got culled, they apparently chatted then parted ways. This then happened with another, and another, and another. I started thinking maybe it was some census bullshit cuz apparently he'd ask a whole load of questions, specifically about health, but no one else agreed. This went on for a bit but I made sure to avoid him, never once opening my door. Whatever long con this was I wasn't about to be part of it. But eventually my resources ran out and I had to get new shit. While I tried to sneak back into the complex I saw him knocking at my door, blocking my path like a pure asshat. He tried doing his ol chatty spiel but I just wanted him to fuck off, my arms were killing me and I had a couple cuts I needed to treat. He didn't let me, instead insisting he help "treat" me, opening that leather suitcase he always carried. For a sec I thought I was gonna give me a court summond but nah, he took out some bandages, a tincture, and cleaned me up. I would've fought back but I was dead tired, I asked him what he wanted and he said nothin', then left and didn't make me pay for shit. It was the weirdest experience I'd ever had. He kept this up for a while and somehow managed to corral me into a conversation now and again. He was interested in "my condition", which at first I thought he meant my legs and I damn near killed him, but apparently he meant in my blood. He found traces of "disease", something degenerative and fatal (just my luck) but he said he's been trying to study it, learn how to make a cure. By sampling my blood he could analyze it, learn ways to counteract it and maybe even stop it entirely. I had fuck else left to do in my life so I let him. He'd stop by, treat my wounds, take a sample, tell me a bad joke, and then schedule his next visit. It took 2 damn sweeps before I learned his name was Alrite and by then I'd actually been seeing some improvements so I felt it was fair to give him my own name in turn. That was our life, another 8 sweeps passed and we kept doing this same shit till he had a decent bit of the block friendly with him, me included. 'Course nothing good ever lasts on Alternia, drones came by in a massive and admittedly delayed cull order that bombed the whole neighborhood. I survived in a lil pocket of rubble but I expected it to be the end. Alrite found me, dragged me out, and took me home with him. Did what he always did and nursed me back to life. Fucker even let me have my own room. As long as I've known him I still don't understand what makes this teal tick, but I guess I'm grateful... just don't tell him that. #violence #gore I'm sure he is as well. πΌπππππ’ πππ