|Arcos bosques corporativo.|
Here I am.
Current Residence: Mexico
deviantWEAR sizing preference: If i fit on something, that's my size.
Print preference: I don't know.
Favourite genre of music: Pop, Rock, Rap, Hip-Hop.
Favourite photographer: My camera.
Favourite style of art: Digital, cartoon and my style.
Operating System: Windows Vista, Windows XP, Windows 95.
MP3 player of choice: Microsoft Zune, Apple Ipod Touch (R.I.P).
Shell of choice: I donīt know.
Wallpaper of choice: Mmmm my skin please.
Skin of choice: Scales.
Favourite cartoon character: Razor, Draik, Arsen, Jaime-Enkron and Exedra.
Personal Quote: I love L+L
A Night To Never Remember 1Shadowrun: A Night To Never Remember - 1
I woke up to the smell of a burning car.
It's a smell you never forget. A lot of people say that it's cooking metahuman flesh that they never forget, but that always smelled like Pork to me. The smell of burning gasoline, lubricants, leather, paint, and metal stayed with me. I remembered it in my sleep at night.
The pain came next. It was then that I knew I wasn't dreaming. It was a different pain. In my sleep, the pain is a burning death the creeps along my back and legs. The fire that had required my muscles being replaced by vat-grown synthetics, allowing me to walk again, drive again. But, in doing so, had removed the reason for doing so. This pain was mostly hunger, as well as stiffness all over my body. A dull ache was over my torso and left shoulder.
Eyes open, and light intrudes, stabbing deep into the brain.