[ WP ] `` Genetic Designer Babies '' are commonplace , but parents only have so many `` stat points '' to allocate between your different physical and mental abilities . Your parents dumped all your stat points into one thing .

The first words out of my moms mouth when she saw me were `` WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO!?'' She was of course talking to my father. 
 
 You see, after birth, the parents are given a window of time to allocate the skill points for their child, and if hey fail to do so in that time the points are randomly assigned. Most people spread the skill points out somewhat evenly, hoping to give their child a balanced life, with nothing too extraordinary about them, but nothing too wrong with them either. Others chose a more risky path, putting all their child's points in a select few categories, suck as intelligence or attractiveness, with the hope that they will achieve something amazing, be it curing cancer or making it to the cover of men's fashion. 
 
 My father was one of the latter, whose parents had decided to put all of his points into attractiveness. He was dumb as a rock, but my mother still could n't resist. She was more balanced, and had she been conscious during my allocation window, I'm sure she would have made me the same. Unfortunately, due to the pain of childbirth, she spent too long unconscious, and so the responsibility of choosing where to put my points fell to my father. 
 
 Now, when I said he was dumb as a rock, I meant it, but he still got the occasional interesting idea, it's just that he was incapable of thinking through that idea to determine any consequences it might have. The allocation of my points was one such idea. Another thing about my father was that he was in love with the game of baseball, but nowadays all baseball players had most of their points in the physical realm, so it was impossible for an average joe like my dad to compete. 
 
 In the time between when I was born and when the doctors asked for the final confirmation of points, he had made up his mind that I was going to do what he never could. I was going to compete against the superhumans in baseball. But I was n't just going to compete with them. No, I was going to dominate them, and to do that I would have to be more that just incredibly athletic, I would have to be focused in one area, and the area that he chose for me was pitcher. 
 
 To make me the best pitcher possible, he assigned my points, all 100 of them, to the strength in my right arm. The doctors could n't see what he was doing, so they could n't stop him. Only the parents were allowed to look at that information. As you can imagine, this resulted in a right arm that was thicker than the rest of my body, and weighed twice as much. Sort of like if Bruce banner only had a hulk arm. As a baby, it was n't too bad. All babies are ugly and cute, my arm did n't make much of a difference, but as I got older it got worse and worse. You wan na know the worst part? I'm left handed.
