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Herman Smith's Biography

Started by The Shadow of Korriban, April 15, 2020, 11:52:49 PM

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The Shadow of Korriban

Hello, Everyone! :D  As you can see my account name was changed to "Herman Smith".  Why?  Because Mr. Palpatine really did give me his account.  And since I'm a friend to all, I might as well retell the stories of my life...

Not too long ago, a dolphin came into this world.  But it was at a bad time. For the "Squishvalin War of Squish-stermination" was being fought.  My parents had to make haste to the countryside. (With me of course.)  When they arrived, they built a small homestead.  Soon after, papa died of a strange virus, and mother was force to work at Odd-Jobs.

Seven years later I got hired as an intern for quite a large news corporation.  "The Squish-Happen News."  From there I moved to the top, and got framed and fired for planting a T-9 Decimator bomb in 6 of the bathrooms. :(

The rest of my life is classified.
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Verdauga

I've been looking back over these past few months, and I've felt off. Felt different. At the time, I wanted nothing more than to go back to the good old days.
But now? Could I just ignore all the ways I've suffered and grown? Caught hold and let go? Could I return from life, having now lived?

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Quote from: Herman Smith on April 15, 2020, 11:52:49 PM
Hello, Everyone! :D  As you can see my account name was changed to "Herman Smith".  Why?  Because Mr. Palpatine really did give me his account.  And since I'm a friend to all, I might as well retell the stories of my life...

Not too long ago, a dolphin came into this world.  But it was at a bad time. For the "Squishvalin War of Squish-stermination" was being fought.  My parents had to make haste to the countryside. (With me of course.)  When they arrived, they built a small homestead.  Soon after, papa died of a strange virus, and mother was force to work at Odd-Jobs.

Seven years later I got hired as an intern for quite a large news corporation.  "The Squish-Happen News."  From there I moved to the top, and got framed and fired for planting a T-9 Decimator bomb in 6 of the bathrooms. :(

The rest of my life is classified.
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Verdauga

I've been looking back over these past few months, and I've felt off. Felt different. At the time, I wanted nothing more than to go back to the good old days.
But now? Could I just ignore all the ways I've suffered and grown? Caught hold and let go? Could I return from life, having now lived?