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Sharkman’s autobiography

My natality began in the year of 1998, my forebears were respectively a homemaker and a rejuvenator, inglorious beginnings to be incontestable. Through agedness I eventually became scholarly in resolution, excelling at vernacular, and technique, but it was from an early age the art of sniping that seized my discernment.

I remember my second year I was habituated with a M40A5, a homely persuader, nonetheless I soon asphyxiated several profligates who were trying to requisite a banking formation. This caught the eye of non-other than George J. Tenet principle of the Central Intelligence Agency. My Begetters were distressed due to me being but a fledgling. They were of course impeccable, but my own guilelessness on account of my sunken epoch. So I experimented with the anterior.

The preliminary indoctrination was quite untroublesome, but the cutting edge foundation was indeed unyielding on account of my age being only two. However as a Shark Hominin I had certain pre-eminence. Incomparable fortitude and inordinate sagacity, yet not pellucid to the dregs. I resigned myself to negligible utterances, such as Damn, and Shit, discussion far subordinate to my true titillation.

It was after my seventh mission against Somalian Privateers that I began to be attuned to the works of Plato and Aristotle. It was then that I became mislaid in rumination. I impeached my orbit as destitute and withdrew from my engagement which was at this time a covert surrogate to Porter J. Goss.

I espoused the supposition of Albert Schweitzer and bombarded my CIA Sceptor. I sook haven in Vienna where I met a paramour named Senta Berger. A staggering exquisit provoking matron. Quickly we resolved in the alps quickly opening a genealogy of quadruplets two homo sapiens and two homo Sapien Charcharias all of them defectless.

Then to my hard cheese a transmigration of Adolph Hitler liquidated my lineage with great malignity. It was then that I inherited the philosophy of brute force vehemence. I immolated Hitler with enormous impatience. I marred his carcass with my malignant teeth. Ire was inside me. Great Ire.

It was suddenly that I met Fox Masterson, a Fox man that would become Paragon Familiar. A fencing artiste, the only personage able to lambaste I personally in this art. So with my pedigree ended I assembled with my bygone management and became a member of the reputable troupe of Fox, Pantero, Cheetah Kitty, Tigris, Panda Ryu and of course Geckoman. It is Geckoman who I am.

Description

Sharkman’s autobiography

My natality began in the year of 1998, my forebears were respectively a homemaker and a rejuvenator, inglorious beginnings to be incontestable. Through agedness I eventually became scholarly in resolution, excelling at vernacular, and technique, but it was from an early age the art of sniping that seized my discernment.

I remember my second year I was habituated with a M40A5, a homely persuader, nonetheless I soon asphyxiated several profligates who were trying to requisite a banking formation. This caught the eye of non-other than George J. Tenet principle of the Central Intelligence Agency. My Begetters were distressed due to me being but a fledgling. They were of course impeccable, but my own guilelessness on account of my sunken epoch. So I experimented with the anterior.

The preliminary indoctrination was quite untroublesome, but the cutting edge foundation was indeed unyielding on account of my age being only two. However as a Shark Hominin I had certain pre-eminence. Incomparable fortitude and inordinate sagacity, yet not pellucid to the dregs. I resigned myself to negligible utterances, such as Damn, and Shit, discussion far subordinate to my true titillation.

It was after my seventh mission against Somalian Privateers that I began to be attuned to the works of Plato and Aristotle. It was then that I became mislaid in rumination. I impeached my orbit as destitute and withdrew from my engagement which was at this time a covert surrogate to Porter J. Goss.

I espoused the supposition of Albert Schweitzer and bombarded my CIA Sceptor. I sook haven in Vienna where I met a paramour named Senta Berger. A staggering exquisit provoking matron. Quickly we resolved in the alps quickly opening a genealogy of quadruplets two homo sapiens and two homo Sapien Charcharias all of them defectless.

Then to my hard cheese a transmigration of Adolph Hitler liquidated my lineage with great malignity. It was then that I inherited the philosophy of brute force vehemence. I immolated Hitler with enormous impatience. I marred his carcass with my malignant teeth. Ire was inside me. Great Ire.

It was suddenly that I met Fox Masterson, a Fox man that would become Paragon Familiar. A fencing artiste, the only personage able to lambaste I personally in this art. So with my pedigree ended I assembled with my bygone management and became a member of the reputable troupe of Fox, Pantero, Cheetah Kitty, Tigris, Panda Ryu and of course Geckoman. It is Geckoman who I am.