Title:           The Troubles of a Manhorse. Pt. 2
Author:          Kronoisunavailable
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/C99jZwbs
First Edit:      Thursday 26th of May 2016 01:24:45 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 26th of May 2016 01:24:45 PM CDT

>Be Manhorse.
>Well.
>Shit.
>Now everyone REALLY REALLY hates you.
>You were confronted by Dr.Cross.
>In a state of panic you went to his side.
>Then you got tazed.
>To death.
>Now everyone thinks you are a traitor.
>Which you are.
>You are going to have to revive somehow.
>Even if it means being slaughtered.
>So after a bit of body constructing...
>You finally made your new self.
>The body you'll inhabit for now.
>You give Law your info and join back in.
>"FAGGOT TRAITOR. GET OUTTA HEEEREEEEEE"
>You are immediately sworn at.
>You ignore the anger and begin to build a generator.
>And another realm entirely.
>One which you are god.
>They have no idea...
>They just think you are building a laser generator.
>But no....
>You are making a pocket universe just to power a weapon.
>And hopefully no one makes another pocket universe in that pocket universe.
>And no one makes a pocket universe inside your pocket universe's pocket universe.
>What.
>Anyways...
>Life is good.
>You are Manhorse.
>And they, The Dungeoneers, are stuck with you.
>Forever.