Evil

Yes, I am in fact EVIL. Many people have asked me "Evil Patrick, how did you become evil?". I would go on to tell them that there are many stories behind my journey to the dark side (and no, I wasn't quoting Star Wars, in fact I have never seen any of the over-hyped films).

I was born an Orca off the coast of the Queen Charlotte Islands on the NorthWest coast of British Columbia, Canada. I was a genuinely kind creature that only cared about others, but that all changed the day I made the mistake. I was on my daily hunt for food (usually playing games with seals before I ate them), when I popped up out of the water and gobbled down a chubby little seal that was floundering on the rocks near my waters.

It was rather tasty and had the best texture that I have ever had the joy of eating, but I felt something was wrong. I turned around to see my entire fellow pod of Orcas staring at me with disgust and anger. "What's up" I said childishly, not knowing what I had just done. "Patrick! what have you done! That was the seal spirit, you are never to eat the seal spirit or else we will be punished."

"Punished?" I replied intrusively, the others just shook their large heads in dismay, "We will now be threatened with bad luck for the rest of the year, you have brought this evil upon us". I was frightened, and in my fear I said "I honestly didn't know! Someone should have put up a sign or something, it's not my fault!". But it was too late for me, I was to be banished from my own kind to live as a human on land with no chance of rejoining my true family in the beautiful oceans that I once called home. From then on, I have been considered "Evil", and I feel like I deservingly retain that moniker.

Others say that I was just bored one day and arbitrarily just put "Evil" in front of my name, but I personally prefer the former.