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Leg Bones The result of a necromancer's post-party dabbling or perhaps something even crazier? Nobody knows, least of all Leg Bones. Leg Bones stands rather tall and doesn't say much at all, probably due to not even having a chestbone or whatever it is that renders speech unto skeletons. Among friends known as Legs or Leggy (dont call him Bones it gets confusing) He likes to hang out and tag along. When given the opportunity he would like to Scare The Humans. Does a mad jig on occasions.
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(sorry I forgot about this one) You gain sentience and look around. Or maybe you have been sentient for a long while and just now, in this very moment, became aware? Maybe you've been sleeping? You have the idea you should have memories of the time before now if you have been sleeping. Where did that idea come from? You don't know. You become aware you are aware. Wait that doesn't sound right. You spend a few moments in contemplation about all the why's you've got. Questions about how you got here, who you are and why you are press in on your lil' noggin', but you do your best to shrug. Shrugging is hard. In fact shrugging is drat near impossible. You look down yourself the best you can and find you can rotate your head, wait no, your skull quite independent from the rest of your body, which turns out to be three pairs of leg bones and one set of feet. Bone feet. You make the decision that if this is your current situation you may as well make the best of it and create an identity for yourself, how meagre its sources may be. You've got a lot of leg bones, therefore you are now Leg Bones. Yeah that's seems about right, and you're standing in a cell of some sorts. You spend a little longer contemplating how you understand the concepts of 'standing' and 'cell'. You spin your skull a few times, clock-wise solely along your longitudinal axis. Huh, more concepts you understand without knowing why you know. Better leave that thinking for later. You are standing in a cell. That is your situation as it is, focuse on that one. You look around and take in your surroundings. Yep, still standing in a cell, in front of you a door of some sorts, and that's about it. You'd like to get a closer look at the door but that requires moving. Locomotion feels like a big thing - you've got skull spinning down now, but you don't know what the leg bones feel about moving. Rotate skull 70 degrees along its horisontal axis, look at leg bones. Okay you can do this, let's try and make these leg bones move. Your leg bones work perfectly. They work so well you run straight into the cell door and fall to the ground. Woah! You are Bone Pile. Quite literally. The impact has disarticulated you completely and your skull is on the floor upside down. Well that was unexpected. You examine your situation and find you are not too worried about your predicament. Mostly because the impact with the door and subsequently with the floor has made you more aware of your self. You can feel your bones, and without thinking closer about it you fold your leg bones together and restore your structural integrity. And then you stand up. You are Leg Bones and you are standing at the door. It has a small barred window through which you can see a hallway of some sorts. Across from you is a door, much similar to the one you are standing at. From your left you can hear a commotion down the hallway of some sorts, and you would very much like to figure out its source. You look at the bars - they look spaced far enough apart you could probably squeeze through and get in to the hallway. Yeah, take that shoulderbones havers. Attempt to squeeze through the bars.
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