Board Thread:Lores/@comment-37374854-20190509003943

When she was just a tiny duckling, Ducky's only form of joy was from playing her dead father's guitar, and the memories of her father being around spurred around her. Every pluck of the guitar that she played was full of heart and soul, and all of her fellow ducklings followed to listen to her music. For a few short years, Ducky truly felt happy.

This joy did not last, as her audience's tastes changed, and they all left, one by one. For every single duckling that went away, a fragment of happiness exited her soul. Her heart was nothing but empty at this point, hollow, blank, and devoid of life.

Time passed, and even to this point, she was alone. Ducky's only purpose in life was to protect her father's chest in his barn. In her free time, she plays her father's guitar and hones her skill. The only company that she had was the comforting wind and tends to her father's crops. For every day that passed for Ducky, the comfort that the wind gave was drifting away. Like a human forsaking its pet, the wind abandoned her.

One day, she heard the roaring footsteps caused by players looking for her father's chest and took her guitar to defend herself and her father's last few relics. She knew that players with M249s would cause her much pain, but she didn't care.

All she wanted to do was to keep her father's remainings intact in one piece. 