I'm a white-haired pseudo-vampire pygmy who likes black. I don't know why my hair is white, but I guess it might have been something about a coconut milk incident. Anyway, I grew up to be curious about the world, so I left my home. How stupid that idea is. That is why I ended up being washed up on a shore. My wings were destroyed and I can't fly back home. Luckily, six black boys with grass skirts, mentioning that only one wore a loincloth, helped me out. But after a stay with them, I became a pygmy like them! That means my heritage will realize I'm dead.

But I got used to being a pygmy anyway. Good news is that my siblings found me with the boy tribe and the girl tribe having a reunion. They led me back home, but I was too afraid to take a step. The others might think I'm a spirit. But nobody cares. Or maybe I should have cared because an angry mob went after the 16 of us (the two tribes and me and my siblings).

Oh well. The bad news is that I got separated from the two tribes and from my siblings. Here I am inside an underwater cave, typing here. If you're asking me how I got internet connection here, ask the otter.