::::::::::::::::::::::::::::======BACKSTORY======:::::::::::::::::::::::::::: One day, ooPa woke up in the middle of a wasteland with no arms. He never has had any arms. He never had any friends either. He was always pushed away because of his strangely coloured eyes and no arms. He stared up at the sky before closing them again and shedding a single tear. He was awoken by two silhouettes standing over him. He couldn't tell who they were because they were blacked out by the scorching sun. He was dragged onto a truck and driven away. He had arrived by a huge run down building. He could finally get a good view of the figures. One was clearly a strong, tall male. He had deep red fur and a tattoo of the bio hazard symbol. He did not look like a force to be reckoned with. The other was equally as threatening; tall and muscular with pure white fur. He also had the bio hazard symbol on his fur. "Hello, welcome to The New Age. I'm RadioActive," The white one said, "And he's Chemic" ooPa nodded, his fear rising. Their names weren't the nicest in the world. "We must do some tests on you." ooPa shivered and asked why. "Well," Chemic said, "You have no arms. We can fix that." And with that, they walked ooPa into the building. Inside was hot, with chemicals in bottles and straws all over the place. Machinery cluttered at the sides of the room. It was quite dim. There was no one in there apart from Chemic, RadioActive and ooPa. Chemic helped ooPa upon the desk while RadioActive stirred a few flasks of purple and blue mixture. "So, you need arms? We'll try our best to give you some. This is The New Age after all." Chemic and RadioActive picked up some white metal. They remarked on how sturdy it was and welded it with some magnets. One of them shouted curses as sparked flew into their faces. Hours later with singed fur, they walked over with a strange looking device. "These will be your new arms" RadioActive said. "It may hurt a little, but it will better than being armless." Chemic added. He glanced at the arms and RadioActive and Chemic both walked forward with the robotic arms. "AAAAHHH!" ooPa screamed with pain. He lunged forward over to the edge of the desk, only for Chemic to pull him back and for RadioActive to continue bolting a huge hunk of white metal to ooPa's arm sockets. Finally, after some more hours, the final touches were added. "These look strange but don't fret, these are your fingers." RadioActive walked over with eight pieces of metal. Four blue, four orange. The same colours as ooPa's eyes. He let them float above the 'hands' of ooPa's new arm. "With the Electromagnets, which are permanently on, these fingers will be articulated with the power of your mind but will hover above your arm." He nodded at ooPa and he nodded back. ooPa had arms.
The song in the music pretty much sums up his backstory.
