A Forest Green Wheelchair

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Prologue

You are one lucky person, whoever you are, for I had an epiphany while being fed my delicious brew this morning. I have decided to tell you a story. And it's not just any story I'm talking about. It is my story.

I hope you realize the magnitude of gratefulness you should be feeling at the moment. It's not everyday you get someone who is not even close to being as awesome as I am spill their guts out. Shiver in emotion, stranger. Squint with delight.

With my story, it is easy to spot where the starting point is. Preschool-book easy. Of course, even if it weren't, I am fairly certain that I would struggle through all the mind-numbing, braincell-eating clues and reach a conclusion that would render even Sexy Nursey speechless. Pretty much like when I told him that his mother must have been secretly transsexual, because I saw his weird red eyes narrow in disgust during a television show where a sumo with huge man boobs entered the ring. It's called deductive reasoning and it's one of my specialties along with making a spoon dance the macarena with my mouth.

Because, you know, I am cool like that.

Like I said, I know exactly where to start from. The problem lies with the end. I don't know where the heck to draw that final line.

As you might or might not notice throughout my storytelling (it all has to do with your intelligence, but never fear, because Mammie Yuffie is here to explain everything to you clearly and loudly,) I have a certain issue with choices. Choices are the bane of my existence. They should be all sent to hell. We could even point them at the general direction of Vincent's head to make sure they don't get lost. But until they are out of the way, I will sadly still have them before me. And the insolent little bastards won't even bow before my greatness.

It was one of them that started my tale, and another one that almost finished it.

I guess I'm going to -very sneakily- steal some time before I have to decide about the ending.

Beware; I told you that a choice started this. But choices aren't always on the good side.