I sit on top of the old skyscrapper, just looking over the dark world before me. Some folks tell me about a nicer "Oo", but I don't believe them. I think back at my life so far and wonder why it's so odd. For example, I spent the majority of my life without a name. Folks just started calling me "R-Coon" on account of my apparently iconic hat. Besides the lack of a name, I grew up without a real family. I was raised for a few years by an Orc by the name of Skredge. I hated that man with all my might. He may have sent me to school and fed me to the minimum, but he talked to me like I was a wuse and a moron. I was sick of it all, so I ran away at the age of 6, but i'm sure he doesn't miss me. I spent a few days wandering with little supplies of water until I found a young horse, with wings! I was amazed by the sight and I couldn't help but run over to it with a goofy smile on my face. I walked closer and my smile turned to worry. The pegasus was shivering cold. I pick him up and carried him to a crashed air plane. I put him in a seat and he looked up at me with confusion, but that look went away when I similed with concern to show my intentions of kindness. I left the winged horse to sleep while I searched the plane. I found some food, water, med-kits, and other equipment. At that moment, I realized I was at home. I then spent a few years living on a set schedule, wake up, feed the pegasus, eat, loot for food, purify water, go home, then sleep. It is only a year later that a man walks into my home and points a shotgun in my face and demands food and water. I grabbed some food and began to walk back to him, but I was suddenly filled with rage. I dropped the food and water, smacked the shotgun up and watched as a hole was blown into the ceiling. I kicked him in the stomach and watched as he dropped the gun. Needless to say, the man passed that day from a bullet wound to the head. It's odd now to think that I killed a man for the first time when I was only 8. But time continued to pass, and I found myself doing more. By then, Iron Fury (the pegasus), was fully grown and I decided to adventure around on his back, with only my shotgun to protect me. I had done a lot since then, like defeating robots, spiders, and executing many criminals. The many intense situations caused me to grow up faster and faster. By the age of 12, my sense of responsibility was that of what I guess to be a 30 year old. I'm 13 now and am simply known as a hero how, which I find ridiculous. Just because I do what's right is not grounds for the title of "hero". I don't care if i'm the only one who will do what's right, I don't need to be labeled anyway. Because if there's one thing i've learned, it's that life isn't always fun, kid.