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 a cabal of faceless corporate drones. 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 horde of loyal yellow assistants came in. It was essential in just getting through another bleak day. Your time for greatness is here. You're the cure!
