You remember very little of your old life. You were born in the middle of a metal festival on a good hair day and raised lovingly by your uncle Owen. As a child, you took pride in quantum physics, 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 just getting through another bleak day. Your time for greatness is here. Yippie-ki-yay!