You remember very little of your old life. You were born in a speeding, rattling, time-travelling hunk of junk and raised lovingly by a cabal of faceless corporate drones. As a child, you took pride in tuning up muscle cars, but it soon became obvious that you were meant for bigger things. That's where your secret weapons room came in. It was essential in the quest for peace. Your time for greatness is here. Hasta-la-vista, baby!
