My spirit was cast into the Abysmal Sea, washed underneath a tide of flaming waters and tactically designed artificial sharks that scream when they spot their prey. I washed up on shore before they devoured me and conjured up a hundred thousand headless horsemen to blitzkrieg on the Outer Realms. We waged war on the damned until my spirit was wounded with the verbal chemistry of a mad scientist hell-bent on creating a metallic android powerful enough to enslave any and all entities. It knocked me off of my senses, which are so numerous that it takes a genius mathematician to even get close to possibly getting close to calculating how many I have. Wounded, I couldn't defend myself. Sick dwarfs with electric rods forced my spirit into spiritual slave labor, serving a diabolical wizard who took pity on those who never took pity. It took more millenias than what's in a mazda car lot before I escaped. Courtesy of a one winged Raptor that performed mystical witchcraft to bind our souls together. The Pain was Severe. Thus, the birth of RaptorSevereP88 became true.