I can only hope that the community of Sanctuary will be understanding when it comes to the disease I suffer from, cyborg dysphoria disorder. You see, while I was born a rock gnome, I just know, deep down in my heart that I was supposed to be born a ten foot tall heavily armored cyborg killing machine, with rotating blades, razor sharp tentacles and a flamethrower arm.

I can only hope that some day we will live in a more tolerant society where my transformation will be paid for by government health insurance.