Excellant. This thread again.
I shall chronicalise my rise to power again!
I started as a coyboy, ages ago.
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I was a good at being
El Bandito so much I took the easy life. Sipping mead and stuff.
But disaster stuck. I lost it all.
So I did what seemed reasonable (at the time from gross mead intake) and killed advice Dog and stole his place.
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Yep. It happened.
But after my sillyness I decided to man up and get a job. I didn't work for the best of establishments. They offered cake but never gave any. Damn you Aperture Science!
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They didn't like me screwing with their signs so they fired me.
Out of a cannon.
"For science" apparently.
Managed to crawl my way into the nearest pub and ordered a pint before being crafted a robot body by my loyal retainers.
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Yep. I eventually just concentrated for long enough and with enough grunting managed to grow myself a new body.
This is it as of 30/12/10 (also being seconds before this post from my laptop webcam.)
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Boom. The chronicles of me. (Or just my various avatars which contained me.

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