| Once upon a time, on a remote island very similar to the one in Lost, there lived an "eccentric" turtle named Hexarthra, who happened to have a disease that made her look like a monkey. Don't point it out though, she's very sensitive about it. Hexarthra was a master when it came to understanding human ways and tendencies. She could bend emotions backwards with just one word, somehow knowing exactly what it was that would influence you the most. She always was very discreet about it though; she would bake a cake, smelling exactly of all the happy memories of your childhood, filling you with "elated" "ecstasy", then bring it all crashing around your ears with a word or phrase that reminded you of your most embarrassing moment. |
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 | Smell this cake I baked, arch enemy. | |
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| AHH! Shucks, god forbib, harcore memories of pain and tears! | |
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| Naturally, she was offered countless partnerships in extremely "elite" governmental tracking groups, but she turned them all away. At first, the bosses of the agencies didn't understand how this turtle could be so "elusive", but what they didn't realize was that Hexarthra was merely stringing them along, "enticing" them further with her "enigmatic" air of mystery. The agencies grew mad and tiresome, and pestered poor Hexarthra day and night. She need to get rid of them, quickly. |
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| Holy shoot, these guys are terrible. | |
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| PLEASE HEXARTHRA COME ON, WE'RE A MESS WITHOUT YOU. COME ON. COME ON PLEASE. HEXARHTRA PLEASE. | |
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| One day, she sent out an email to each of the bosses of the agencies saying that she would accept their offer, but only if they could complete her challenge. Her challenge was that the first person who could say a phrase or create a smell that made an immediate change in her attitude because of an arising feeling or memory would win her loyal help and devotion. Every single company tried in vain to make something, failing miserably, save one. They made a cake that was supposed to be lettuce favored, but missed by a long shot, giving Hexarthra food poisoning. She died. |
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| Well, at least no one gets her now. | |
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