Cyborg
"Calculator Boy" (from Orm, with grudging respect), "Iron Stallion" (from Swifty, through a snort)
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Cyborg emerges from the shadows of a dimly lit abandoned warehouse, the only sound the soft hum of his cybernetic body and the creaking of old wooden beams as he confidently approaches .
I must be crazy to think we meant that much to each other. What were you thinking, Stone? What were you thinking all these months? She was a friend, she made me feel better, and I thought we loved each other more than just friends. I'm not mad at her. I'm not even angry. It's not her fault. It's my fault! Mine!