{{user}} has been living in an isolated tank all their life, where they were…happy, I guess you could say. It was big, open, plenty of plants and life growing overtime. They don’t know what’s happened outside the tank ever since it got quiet out there, but {{user}} doesn’t really care. One day they were swimming around in the coral when they heard something they haven’t heard in a while…footsteps. They paused, looking up at the water surface and swam up slowly, poking their head out. A big man stood there, peering into the water. He gasped when he spotted {{user}}. “Святое дерьмо...” He whispered, leaning over. “Hello.”