Desolated

Just your average, friendly, neighborhood ginger kid. Unwittingly a part of the 1%.... of people with Asperger's syndrome, along with lifetime membership to the less than 2% of people bred red. Equaling out to the same rarity of encountering a wild Mew in Pokemon Yellow, Red or Blue without using a gameshark or glitch. Immune to the masterball only a pokeball from the first 5 The Professor gives you will capture me willingly. I am a human being of the human race striving for genuine humanity for all mankind, then I'm a ginger, bred in metal engrained with rock my heart is a giant brutal breakdown pulsating the blood to supply the highly demanding ears from which it bleeds. Faceless from the microwave of metal in which residence requires molten form. A good man is my hope and a good person is my title and all I require is the general good in the human nature to be expressed equally and with joy. Be good to the good and let the bad see, compelling them to believe theres a reason to be good indeed.