You remember very little of your old life. You were born in a prison colony on the moon and raised lovingly by your uncle Owen. As a child, you took pride in weird science experiments, but it soon became obvious that you were meant for bigger things. That's where your homemade phased plasma rifle came in. It was essential in your favorite blender dying, mid-blend, right before you discovered it was out of production. Your time for greatness is here. Do you feel lucky?!
