dariosaurus

So here's the thing: I once loved someone so much that I just couldn't stand their existence. This person had no fundamental flaws and was overtly polite but generally had poor taste in super hero powers. Essentially I am a teleporter. I come and go as I please and I go and come as I want. This person, who will now be known as the letter B, however; didn't want to teleporter at all. B simply wanted to be built of alloy adamantium and encompass regenerative capabilities. And that didn't work at all.