I used to be so so Joyful, once upon a time. Then the sky started falling, and the people started dying, and I wept. I wept as all I knew had died around me, and I was left alone. I wandered for a time, before finding sanctuary. An abyss. An endless black abyss. I let myself fall into the darkness, let myself be swallowed by it.

When I finally emerged from that darkness, I found myself in a new world...full of life...and I tried so very hard to fit in. I tried to ignore the hurtful words, the screams at my approach. I tried to ignore the attacks flung at me, the fire, the stones. I tried to use reason...but they saw a monster, and only a monster. At first I saw no positives, until I examined further. The species, once divided, united at my approach. My purpose in this world was made clear...I was not to find comfort, I was merely a tool. A rallying cry, 'protect your children, for the monster of rust has come!'.

I am Evil, and that is okay.