It was the fall of..uh...several years ago. It's been rough waters in Huge Giant Ocean, the invading Lobster horde had been looting the crab village again. This was also when Geophrey Bennington was born. Most of you know him as simply...huge giant crab. Growing up in a trecherous time, he still managed to excel in school. Graduating near the top of his class from the University of Bikini Bottom, he returned home only to find that the Lobster horde had near-levelled his village. It was at this time that he found his own parents dead, smothered in butter sauce. He joined United Crab Resistance, throwing away his dreams to be a meterorologist for revenge. He was Grey Ops...a black ops unit that just plain..was too loud to actually BE black ops. During his second tour of Bayson Bay, he was hit by four shells of incoming fire and lost a leg. Upon his arrival at home, he acquired a prosthetic leg and an honorable discharge, but had nowhere to work. He began picking locks and resorting to all fashions of thievery to support himself. He was soon found out and managed to evade BBPD long enough to get to shore. Here, he met Anakillad'j Omama...his first real friend, and a Jedi. learning what he could about the force...in six weeks...he was given a lightsaber and a pat on the back. As it turns out, the Jedi was a meth head and a mattress-label-tearer-offer. They were arrested and put away for 30-50...and that doesn't count the meth charges. With his newfound war-jittered, Jedi-centered, performing arts conglomeration of a mindset, he set out again for home...and just plain walked the wrong way. He ended up in Rhydin, and this...this is his story...