You are now the Cluckbeast Dude and you are NOT happy.
You would slice your own throat before you called yourself that! Really, what's your name?
Your name is CHANTICLEER BANTAM and it's TOO FUCKING LONG. You are the ANGRIEST BASTARD anyone may likely cross and you'd rather KEEP IT THAT WAY. You don't want them near you, anyway. You're violent, and you honestly couldn't give a fuck less about those around you. You have no friends, nor do you have any enemies-- you don't let them LIVE LONG ENOUGH.
What few interests you have, you HATE. When you're not out being a MEAN MOTHERFUCKER, you stay at home, listen to some HEAVY MUSIC and break shit. Your respiteblock is littered with broken bottles. You don't care to clean it anytime soon, either.
You also have no LUSUS to speak of. You killed it SWEEPS ago. Why, you choose not to say, but the subject makes you furious.
Right now, you are talking with a group of trolls you detest. You don't know how they convinced you to even play this dumb game, but they insisted it's urgent. They seem to find your fits amusing and such jests only make you angrier. You've consequentiality grown to loathe even going near your HUSKTOP. Despite your temper, your impatience with them is being worn down to a dull acceptance.