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Once upon a time there was a male deer named Dingo. He didn't like his name. All the other deer made fun of him. Or rather, they would if deer could talk. But he could talk. Because he was bitten by a radioactive human and now had many super...well, human powers. Such as the ability to use a can opener, wear socks, and take pleasure in the pain and suffering of others for personal gain.
One day Dingo decided to leave the forest in search of a purpose. His destiny if you will.
He went to wherever deer live and told his family he was leaving. They didn't know what he was saying of course, and just continued deer-ing. Dingo was sad.
So off Dingo went.
The forest was a dangerous place. Many hunters lurking about. Dingo used his ability to sew to make himself an orange vest that would protect him from the hunters.
...Dingo was shot.
The hunters were perplexed as to why a deer would be wearing an orange vest that said "Dingo" on it. Naturally they assumed the deer had killed a hunter named Dingo and now wore his vest as a trophy.
Don't worry though, Dingo wasn't dead. It was merely a flesh wound.
Good thing those hunters got drunk first and had a wildly inaccurate aim.
Dingo cursed at the hunters and took down the plate numbers on their 87' Chevy pickups. He'd be reporting this incident.
Dingo finally made it into town. He used his ability to strip to remove the orange vest, so that he would blend in with the other... deer pedestrians.
Dingo then used his ability to rob a blind man, to rob a blind man and his ability to use a pay phone, to use a pay phone and call the police regarding the shooting.
Now that Dingo got that off his back, he set out to find his destiny.

...To Be Continued