Antisocial? That's what they say. I don't believe them. I just keep to myself mostly. The way I used to live? Well that was a long time ago. I've forgotten about it. You want me to tell you? Why? It's not that interesting. If I tell you, what's in it for me? A trophy maybe? A site spotlight award or something? Or you just want me to amuse you... feh. Alright. Fine. But if you find this interesting, there's something wrong with you.

I was created by the human arttimo, which kinda makes me sound like some kind of freakish experiment. There were plans to paint me shadow ever since I was born a blue gelert, but eventually I was painted grey. Anyway, I was given a krawk as my first petpet, much to my dismay. It was an ugly thing, and I wondered why they were so expensive. I didn't want it, but I took it anyway. It was given the name Tharororn, which is nearly impossible to pronounce, but fun to type. We forgot about transforming it though, and it remained as my petpet for a while. During the time I had it, arttimo adopted a white grundo called Mactosius. Mactosius was a moron. Couldn't stand him. What was worse is that when Tharororn was finally transformed into a neopet, she was a moron too. Both had the IQ of a brick. Their stats put it nicely: "dim-witted," they were called. That was an understatement. They were morons. I was an intelligent anthro gelert living with two insane creatures who took a joy in destroying my personal possessions. I hated every minute of it.

After a little while... about a month or so... Kirodorn arrived. He was evil to the core, and a relief from the insanity that engulfed my life. At first he was just like any darigan zafara... a few grunts and hisses here and there were the only communication, and he made a habit of eating everything he could get his claws on. Then came the turning point in all of our lives: the lab ray.

I can't tell you from personal experience what it feels like to be zapped since I've never had the joy of doing it myself. I was painted normally and not by the lab ray. Anyway, Mactosius was the first to be zapped. He was put under lab ray treatment for three months, and eventually came out entirely different than when he went in. For one thing, he was a female. That I laughed at when I heard the news. What I didn't laugh at is that she was also a darigan zafara. Now there were two evil zafaras to destroy my stuff. Lovely. I quickly retreated to my room and stayed there for several days. I learned that within that time, Tharororn was spending her days reading. She had become quite intelligent, and all the darigan-ness in the house had rubbed off on her. She was nearly as ruthless as them. Kirodorn was jealous of Mactosius though, since she had become more threatening than him because of her stat increases during lab ray treatment. He decided to take on the ray himself. It intended to turn him island, but his will was too strong and it stopped halfway. He's what he calls island/darigan... and he's pleased with it. Two colors at once. Heck, I'd be too.

Several months later, Tharororn, after several unfulfilled paint brush wishes, was painted Tyrannian. Just as evil as her zafara siblings, she's something to be feared. And now... I'm stuck in a house full of insanity. Can't say I don't enjoy it because there isn't a dull moment here. I can't remember the last time a day was boring. I will say though that I think I'm the only sane one. The others are crazy. I wouldn't be surprised if they all devoured each other someday... I really wouldn't.

As for myself, I try to stay away from them as much as I can. I don't plan on getting myself caught up in their squabbles. I grew up avoiding them, and as a result I have a habit of avoiding most other people. Does that make me antisocial? No. I grew up that way. Can't blame me for that.

Despite my avoidance of almost everyone, I have an incredible fan base. I don't know why. I don't know why they come after me. Why me? I don't... know. I took part in the beauty contest for a long time. I won a bunch of trophies in it... most of which were gold. I had humans crawling over each other to grab locks of my hair. It was frightening. And painful.

I got into the art gallery once, too. Unfortunately, I had been drawn as a fuzzy puppy. Yes, I was tearing up a plushie. No, I was not cute. Yet I was still called cute. I was disgusted. Bleh.

Up until now, I've managed to avoid being brutally mauled by fangirls. I'm not interesting. I'm not wonderful. My personality is yuck. And I'm not cute.

I have no idea why you're still reading this, either. Don't you have anything better to do? Really...