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I've awoken from the ground, from dust to dust, I'll return some day.

I step into the atmosphere around me

As it feels like my body is decomposing on the inside.

But I always forget what I look like I look on the outside, my brain is loosing it's mind, you know what I say?
What happened before I died? Its like a dark memory. Before I was buried it was dark, it looked like.. Oh yeah. Chernobyl. Radiation poison..

Abilities:
Just like in those in what you call, "Video Games" dis arm or lets say my left, is used as a terminal, or maybe a shooter you say, in order to fire my special ability. And that my friend is called plasmid. These things came in syringes and they ******** hurt. I needed to drain my mind in my Bodka, but that didn't help anyway.

My plasmids are a blast, you might enjoy your last minutes.

Like in BioShock my friends, I too have plasmids. My arm stays in the color of the plasmid chosen.

I carry six items, a survival machete covered with a leather sheath.
A , a M1911 pistol, a FAMAS assault rifle (for long range, comes in 3 firing modes), a medium range M-Tavor. I am what is called, a part of the Rus- oh yeah! The experimental Spetsnaz. I can switch between two kits. The first few weapons. And then comes the AK-47 (comes with three firing modes), the Makarov Pistol, the Saiga shotgun, the ballistic knife (ends a fight with a boom) and! Not to forget. A trusty sniper. The Dragunov.

Last note:
I hate life.