My Kevin...my poor Kevin. I don't know what I did to get them all to hate me, but I did it. See, apparently there were this group of people who weren't too keen on my kind or their existence. And they saw Kevin as a collaborator. So they went and killed him right there in front of me, just to show that they were not afraid of me. That's when...things went black.
When I eventually came to, I was standing in the ruins of what was my hometown. The only ones who were still around were my parents and even they were terrified of me. And I don't blame them either. I went and destroyed a town and killed hundreds of people out of blind rage. There was no way I could continue living there after all I did, too many memories. So...I left to venture the world for awhile, see if there was a place where I could belong. Maybe even find more out there who were like me. More giants struggling with their emotions.
I wandered the world for about 3 long years until I decided to come here. To settle down here...
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