Naw b-word, your backstory is mine to write

"In the Moon Metropolis, millions of children were born only to live wretched lives of squalor, looking into the sky to see the Earth which had long ago abandoned them. A glass dome covered their city. The politicians and businessmen said the dome was to protect them from the emptiness of space, but the wise knew it was to keep them from bringing their ugliness back to Earth. Most died as they lived, unknown and unloved, returning to the filth from which they were spawned. Centuries of meaningless suffering created more evil than even this forsaken place could contain, and the streets themselves began to groan in pain. A woman, pregnant with son, lay in an alleyway, deafening herself to the sound with cheap liquor. She was too drunk to see the gangsters emerging from the shadows, looking for a canvas to express their hate. Even if she saw them, she wouldn't have cared enough to run. They violated her in every orifice until she breathed her last. Their leader declared that no other eyes should ever see their masterpiece, so they pried open a nearby manhole and cast her into the sewers. She was decaying long before she was dead, so her bloated flesh refused to sink into the river of shit. The fetus within her stirred as the warmth left her body. For the first time, he felt alone, and he knew that never again would he know the warmth of love. And in this child, the Moon Metropolis found its champion, savior yet destroyer, one who was evil not because he knew evil but because he knew not good. The child gnawed through his umbilical cord, severing the only connection he ever had to another human. He pushed his way out of his mother's corpse, rejecting his fate within the ruins of humanity to forge his own path through the river of shit. He knew he could not die yet, not because he wished to live, but because he knew he needed souls to march before him in his parade into Heck. For years the only food he knew was the rats he hunted. Their greasy hides gave him the strength first to walk, then to run, and finally to kill. Emerging from the sewers for the first time in his life, he saw Earth above him in the sky, and hated it. Too green, too blue, too alive. He headed for the spaceport, relieving all he saw of the burden of life. He commandeered a vessel with ease, and flew it straight through the glass dome of the Moon Metropolis. The air within gladly took its chance to escape into the comforting embrace of nothing. A billion souls died in silence as their last breaths dissipated into the aether. The boy, now a man, took the name of his birthplace for himself. For no other soul claimed descent from it now, it was his for the taking. Soon he would land on Earth, and soon he would teach it the true meaning of pain."

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Yeah im just saying some people do just stop and wouldnt really fit this (really stupid) g*mer term. Girls did that much more frequently into/after middle school-ish, so knowing some growing up isnt really that relevant of a point