As a young girl, Alexandra had incredible strength, but being a 15 year old still stuck in elementary school, she was heavily picked on.

One day, she was walking and she found a nickel on the sidewalk. “My lucky day!” she exclaimed. Then, a man came and tapped her on the shoulder from behind, “Sorry ma’am, but that is my son’s nickel, he dropped it and wanted it to buy an ice cream”

“That sucks.” She said and pulled out a gun. She shot the boy in the arm. “I think you should use this nickel to pay for your hospital bills instead.” She tosses the nickel back to the dad. “Why would you do this??” The father cries.

“I’ve never loved myself and my parents were abusive” she smirks over her shoulder while she walks away. While there were several complications with her careless violence, she immersed herself in an extensive array of knowledge, in Dune. In fact really the only thing she did understand. Anyways, the importance of that is not important at all, or is it?

“I’m a chisler, really. Chisling this, chisling that. A sculptor, really. But, I’ll keep you laughing. Kind of a dork… My buddy, Urbo, and Suburbo and I are always looking for something – trouble, fun, you name it. We take it seriously. We have to; we’re desperate. Sad, really. Who knows, might win the lottery. It’s happened before. Millions upon millions.“

Rura scratches away the silver coating from the lottery ticket, and what do you know? Rura wins her money back. The letdown is palpable, the air exiting the room like a spent balloon. But, Rura won’t give up. Look. Everyone’s laughing now; Urbo, Suburbo, and I. Rura’s laughing too. Maniacally.