You remember very little of your old life. You were born in a speeding, rattling, time-travelling hunk of junk and raised lovingly by your grandmother. As a child, you took pride in pyrotechnics, 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!
