Making Your Own Luck.

You have the worst traits known to man.

Lady Luck, Miss Life and Dr. Destiny have fucked you over big time.

Lady Luck dodges you at every corner and always gives you no help whether that be with the ladies, job opportunities or even family.

Miss life has played you like a fool and has dealt you the shitest hand in the deck, no matter what you pull or play you always end up losing it all

And the Dr. Destiny has tripped you up at every cross road, written your future to be one filled with sadness and misery, as they say ‘you are destined to fail’.

You started off you life as a orphan, not knowing your blood parents. No idea if they are alive or dead, if the loved or hated you or if you were even meant to happen.

At the orphanage you are treated badly by the Matron. less food, all the chores and slept in a dusty broom closet. No family wanted to adopt you due to your age of 13, to old for adoption (shit rule) and to young to move out; you had to work and gain money the hard way.

You did jobs around the neighbourhood and gained money which was later stolen by some street kids that jumped you. You tried newspaper routes but got your bike stolen by a crackhead.

You grew older but not naive, these experiences helped and moulded you into a intelligent and strong teen, learning what paths to not take back home, who to trust, where to hid your money.

At the ripe age of 17 you have a decent chunk of cash and even a few trades under your belt, one more year and you can legally leave the shithole of a orphanage.

Through the last year of the stay you decided to have fun with life due to the process of elimination, you are being stopped and screwed with by life and other bitches so why not help yourself to others life’s.

The old say what’s mind is yours is your favourite saying, you played pranks on the Matron by creating havoc in the orphanage. You rallied a group of fellow orphans to raid the pantry for food while you stole the matrons government money.

You joined a low rank area gang and made a small name for yourself and gain a few contacts to call on later if needed, you gained batter and more flexible traits.

You became frugal, spent money when it needed to be spent not when you wanted it to be, you jacked cars and even gain a small ‘friendship’ with others who only hanged out with you due to your rep.

You visited the gym every day on the trot and gain a great lean body and even fucked a few neighbourhood street girls. Gotta gain the experience somehow.

But all things gotta change somehow and on your 18th birthday you could finally move on but again like it was when you were younger life punched you in the stomach and brought you to your knees.