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I am The Clockwork Corpse, neither living nor dead, but something caught in between. Once a man, but now I am nothing more then a walking cadaver, a ticking clock replaces my beating heart, my blood tainted with oil, my eyes made from hourglass sands, my mind a bundle of gears and wires. For years, I have faced monstrous beings, murderous men, kings and queens. I have seen my share of bloodshed, and some of it was my own. But, that life is behind me now. I have nothing now but time and shattered memories. And being a creature such as myself; Time is something you tend to hold dear. As for my memories; I can do nothing but forge little tales from their fragments. The faces I once knew now play a part as the characters of my tales, the misfortune that befell me are now theirs to withstand, the pleasures I had are now theirs to enjoy. Little more can be said; but, perhaps you can piece together my life through what has been written. Maybe, just, maybe.