I'm.... most likely... having a heart attack.... *Alka didn't seem to be bothered by the cold. He leans back and closes his eyes, and begins speaking his mind*
We met... when I was still a bandit... The boys had brought home a new slave for our entertainment... and boy, was she beautiful... Word spread of the name "Pam"... but, for all the wrong reasons... day in and night out, people would go to her... seeking 'relief'... and they got it... by the time a year had passed, she had successfully catered to the taste of all the bandits in our group... all 1,000 of us... Well, not all 1,001 of us... I was the only face she hadn't seen yet... So I decided to go see what the big deal was... I walk into this room... decorated with shiny objects, and pink... It made want to throw up... but in the middle, in complete contrast... was this she-wolf... She had been dressed in very thin pink linen... So thin you could see right through it... She had only just recently been used and was still cleaning jizz from off herself... and then she saw me... the minute our eyes met, she knew I wasn't like all the other bandits... I wasn't the type that would put her in chains... or hang her upside down... or whip her... For the first time in a year, she actually made love to someone... And I mean love... Not rape... I came back frequently, and we talked often... I eventually confessed my darkest secret to her... About my tail... and that's when I knew she was the one... But I couldn't stand to see them use her like they did anymore... So I turned rouge... Killed about 800 bandits in an array of well placed explosives... and managed to run off into the desert with her... We didn't know where we were going... but we were happy... Eventually we made it to Lynchwood... We lived on the streets for a while, feeding off scraps, until I managed myself a job... I became a hitman... After a year of non-stop killing, I finally got us a house... a little run down place, but it was home... She renovated it, and made it more of a living space... and from then on I worked to get us off Pandora... It would take me years, but we were happy... She was such a kind spirit... Even though I taught her to fire a gun, she didn't like killing... *He begins tearing up*... She never got much practise in... but she was good enough for me... She was more than a simple love interest though... she was a reminder to me... she was a symbol of hope... she was my everything... and now... it's all burned to the ground... *Alka opens his eyes, looking miserable and droopy. His ears had fallen flopped forward and he began crying again*