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I was born in the fifth month of the year 1279 from a scandalous relationship between a Viking warlord and some expired primordial ooze. In my youth I was inclined toward life-threatening accidents with simple machines. My relationships with pulleys and levers have since become forced and emotional. After overcoming several unrelated but notably trying ordeals in my late thirties I retired to living on the ocean floor where I was soon after pronounced dead from a broken heart, having watched my very best friend, a narwhal suffering severe nasal congestion, get impaled by the horn of another narwhal in a freak sea creature collision.
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