Thread:TheKrazyStew/@comment-26062370-20150620205731/@comment-25588272-20150622015105

Alright.

1809, I become sick, learn to split, and become a Paxadoran.

I continue splitting, and I have several variants. My sickness is (a little) relieved, but there was not enough room in the house. That, and people were making fun of my condition. I was looked down upon by EVERYONE, and I couldn't go anywhere. So, I decided to create my own special place. Paxadora was then born, at the cost of my right leg. I now wear a mechanical leg built by none other than Fazbear Entertainment.