Alain Lalonde

It's funny it this story reminds me of something that happen in and around Ottawa back in 70s... Once a bustling city dweller, John was living a mundane life until he encountered a notorious serial killer with a twisted fascination for transforming humans into animals. Captured and subjected to the madman's experimentations, John found himself waking up one morning with a body that no longer resembled his own. He was now a walrus, with massive tusks and a blubbery body, far removed from his human form. Initially horrified, John soon discovered a newfound freedom in his walrus body. He embraced his new identity, reveling in the simplicity of life in the wild. In the vast expanse of the Arctic, John, now known simply as Walrus, navigated the icy waters with ease, catching fish and basking in the sunlight. He formed bonds with other marine creatures, finding solace in their company. As the seasons passed, John's memories of his human life faded, replaced by the primal instincts of his walrus self. He no longer yearned for the complexities of human society; instead, he found fulfillment in the simplicity of survival. In the heart of the wilderness, far from the reach of civilization, John lived out the rest of his days as a contented walrus, free from the burdens of his past life. And though his transformation had been the result of a deranged mind, he had found his own version of happiness in the wild, living out his days in peace and harmony with nature.