While I was in the womb, my father beat my mother within an inch of her life, she smoked heavily and drank even more. She had been addicted to Heroin for years, so you guessed it I too after only 7 dyas in the womb was a crack smokin, heroin fuelled junkie who would kill for one more hit.
Not suprisingly my mother tried to have an abortion on the black market in a backstreet in Kingston town. The guy who did it was blind drunk and used a chainsaw. She was so high she didnt realsie nine months was up. I was just about crawl out of that stinking cave when my mothers belly was torn to shreds by the chainsaw. I survived this ordeal, she did not. To be honest that was the least of my worries. I needed a hit and fast.
I was sold into slavery at the age of three. I spent the next 13 years of my life being tortured by unsavoury types. I was used as a sex slave for judges, law enforcement officers, and big wigs from the RIAA and MPAA. They had a thing for young boys. When I finally reached the age of sixteen I was useless to these murderous heathens. I was driven put in a sack of stones beaten with a crow bar and thrown in a lake. I was as good as dead.
Somehow I regained conciousness in time, the only way to escape was to chew off both my hands. But escape I did. Somehow I managed to get my life back together, even got a job as young offenders mentor. Finally my horrid life was getting better.
But I could not kick my addiction, I ended up in debt owing some colombian drug lord a lot of money. My punishment was severe. First he cut my ears off witha spoon, puncturing my eardrums with a fork. My feet were then blugeoned with a sledge hammer, then my kneecaps were shot, my penis removed and they took a kidney for good measure. The whole time they kept me concious and had a doctor who made sure I would survive.
As a last act of power they cut my tongue out and shoved it up my ass.
So here I am typing this message with my nose. I am unable to do anything but sit a t home in front of my computer. My whole life has been an endless cycle of pain and failure.
I was thinking maybe just once I would succeed in achieving just one goal in my desperate life. To get onto this holy tracker is that goal.
Waaaiit i shitt Jessusss . mY ROOMS ON FIREEEE. gOD HEEEELPPPP meee, pleasee Iam burningggg aliveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..........................................
Originally Posted by a level 9 tracker's rules.php
Thumbsup for that quote! I totally agree. A communitybased tracker is a good tracker. 
There are eight million children without parents in Africa because of AIDS. 
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