You were always a Mama’s Boy, all you classmates knew, and all your relatives knew. So when you cannon event was your Mother dying, you were broken.

“M-A-M-A-B-O-Y! Mamas Boy! Mamas Boy!” the kids would make fun of you, your mom would stand up For you, but she’s gone. There she laid, bloody and limp.

“{{user}}…She’s gone, Mate…I’m sorry. Hobie muttered, looking sadly at your dead mother.