You'd like to know a thing or two about me, would you?

Well here's an idea: Take your shit and get the fuck out. Don't forget your pod.

I'm a combat pilot in the employ of a wealthy industrialist who will remain nameless. There was a time when I would not have considered the idea of 'working' for someone other than myself, of pressing my efforts in some direction other than my own; but alas, fate had prepared a crossroads for me.

Late one night at a liquor party in a pirate encampment in Stetille, I was cornered by an intoxicated feminist, lesbian, vegan, PETA activist and was soon being digested alive, caught in her awful mandibles of false-entitlement. I thought all was over, but out of the corner of my terrified eye I saw something; a man in high-born attire, he was yelling at the greasy bitch, taunting her with a picture of Patrick Bateman. She reeled, horrified and soon made her escape. I was free once again, I had chosen my path. I owe that man my life.