Realizing ones destiny is a very scary thought. Take it form me mouchacho, for I have peered into the future only to see my current sad state of affairs pave the way to my destiny or fate if you will.  

See it all starts off when you’re a kid, like lets say roughly around the age of 6. Everything is great at the age of six. You’re brain is used to conjure up “imaginary” peers, (well that’s what the doctors keep telling me) and caterpillars look mighty tasty. There’s no danger in the world...well except for the time me and my best friend got flashed by a 30 something pervert that resembled David Koresh, and insisted that he could screw a beat up Zephyr, all the power to ya...but anyways back to me. So yeah so I’m 6 and all I need to worry about is learning my letters and colors and stuff, right?  WRONG, you see all that stuff began to build into the big picture and before you know it BIGETY BAM , you’re sole mission in life is to save the Galaxy.  

This whole Galaxy safeguarding started out about the time I got into Star Trek, which was at a very young age. This fate of mine was brought into plain sight at the time V The Final Battle was broadcast. I know you’re thinking, how could any sane parent permit a child to watch such milarkee. Well my parents were not sane and I had allot of babysitters. As long as I let the babysitter lock me in the dryer for 5 min, I was cool to watch whatever I wanted. My parents had figured out that I was the future messiah of the galaxy, but they thought it might be too dangerous of a task for me, so I was forbidden to pursue my powers any further. 

Now you axe, so how are you’re current actions revealing your destiny. Well really they’re not. I couldn’t tell you what tomorrow or the next day hold. But what I can tell you is that I see things in dreams, and thus far nothing I’ve seen in these “dreams” has come true, but none the less I just know stuff. 

So really this is a small biography of a Galactic hero that was never allowed to pursue her own fate. So now you can find me in dungeons, because I’ve gone insane and strongly believe I’m a Vampire. But hey if you’re part of the select chosen few and you have been silenced by the elders, join me in my confined space that seats many and delivers many a strange brew and perhaps the Galaxy will once again be safe.

 

editors note: The above piece was written by a friend of mine, her name is none of your damned business, but she's funny and I like her.  and she's a girl.

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