One Piece Writefaggotry part 1

In this world I was apparently subject #7 of the top secret ANGELFOOD project by this world’s government. Apparently it was an attempt to create specialized operatives to help with containing Devil Fruit users who went against the government. From an early age I was taught how to fight, they would occasionally bring in officers who had eaten one of the Fruits for test matches, with me having to figure out their ability and work out how to counter it. It was a brutal childhood, my one hobby was building various machines, some to help me in combat and others to simply improve my living conditions.

 Around when I was 10 they introduced me to subject 8, another subject of project ANGELFOOD who had been given a fruit that was a logia for a substance almost entirely like water that for some reason didn’t trigger the weakness of Devil Fruit users (apparently the superiors didn’t know that last bit until later after administering the fruit). 8 and I got a bit of a rivalry going with her winning most of the spars until I managed to slap together a taser, from there it was pretty even until we reached about 15 years old and I managed to convince the project heads to allow me to convert myself into a cyborg. Once they carefully went over my plans to make sure there weren’t any major defects they approved it and even made the parts special with a seastone alloy to allow me to better fight Devil Fruit users.

When I was 18 I finally was judged ready for deployment along with 8. We were given fake backgrounds and were installed as mechanics aboard various marine vessels to get use where we needed to go. We were sent after and captured various pirates terrorizing the East Blue as basic field tests of our ability, and from there progressed down the grand line taking down whatever fugitives we found.

 We wound up heavily destabilizing a criminal organization known as Baroque works, beheading its leadership and eventually winding up against the Warlord Crocodile who turned out to be plotting to betray the goverment. 8 and I took him down along with the rest of his group of psychos ranging from a man who was a walking bomb to a painter who could cause various odd effects in her targets by painting on them (thank god 8 proved immune to that). We managed to capture or kill most of the leadership except Crocodile’s partner, a ms. All Sunday, who escaped while we were fighting Crocodile.

That case ended with the two of us demoted and Crocodile escaping to put a bounty on our heads. After a disastrous sea battle we wound up stranded on some backwards island that had extremely primitive natives who apparently decided we were some form of monster and tried to attack us. Admittedly thanks to our training they were no match for us but it was annoying as hell and they kept waking us up in the night. Also we couldn’t find any alchohol so my cyborg pieces were running on fumes.

It was then that I Woke Up. I wasn’t quite sure if I’d gone insane or not until I brought forth my extradimensional house on the beach, from there I gave 8 an explanation as best I could and obtained my gear again. My cowboy hat (with razor brim) might’ve broken uniform slightly but at that point I didn’t really care. From there we spent a few days recovering, I used an old minor enchantment of mine to make a bottomless mug of beer (it tasted like piss but it worked as a power source), and we used my Map to navigate to the nearest island with a Marine presence (god I loved Geppo).