The name's Carmine. I'm a veteran of what's known as the "Planetary Protection System" - not that I ever wanted to be. Corruption is why I resigned in the first place. I've done a lot of, well, less-than-stellar things in my lifetime. I suppose being forced by law into this system sort of fucked things up for me.

Being the most powerful soldier they'd ever come across, it was only natural for them to make me get all the killing done. Eventually, they offered me a "high up" position as a general, but I turned them down. I would never support this corrupt system in any shape or fashion. They gave me a week to consider and respond on the offer, but before I could tell them personally, a little birdie flew by and chirped about it. I was dishonorably discharged the next day with attached conditions.

Ten years ago, I was outcast to my old hometown, Allouse city, the lower levels. Allouse city is a 24 hour, multiple-mob run techno wonderland, riddled by corruption, numerous alien species, and those damned robots. Of course, being here and also being one of the most physically powerful people here also means being offered high-up spots within the various mobs. With each mob boss I deny comes a new threat on my life. Typical, it's to be expected. But, what I didn't expect was for any of them to actually pull through.

My brother. My mom. Even my little cat. All dead. You know, there is this amazing drug that cirulates called "Function H". Don't ask me what the name means, because I have absolutely no clue. But, what I do know, is that it puts the user in the best state that they could never have possibly imagined - and without any ill side effects! You know, I originally planned on brushing this whole "someone killed my only family" thing to the side and moving on with my day, not allowing the mobs to feel any sort of satisfaction, but I found out that they, being the terrible assholes that they are, also killed my dealer. This was all ten minutes ago when I woke up. I got my black jeans, white t-shirt and brown jacket on, and then headed out the door. And this - well - this is now:

BOOM! An explosion rang out, mid morning, on one of the very lowest levels of Allouse City. The front entrance of a well-known, mob-run pub came crashing open. I went rushing in with only one man in my sight. His name was Tommy, and he was the resident snoop who always had his nose buried deep where he shouldn't. Oddly enough, he was dressed in an all-black suit. This struck me as, well, abnormal, because he's usually clad in a bright pink button up shirt with mismatching pants.

I screamed, "Who the FUCK carried out the God-damned hit!?" He whimpered back. "L-l-listen man, I don't know nothin', I just..." I stuck out my right hand and blew a weak bolt of energy out of it. Everything behind Tommy then exploded in an abyss of sparkling glass and shimmering alcohol, with each shard and drop reflecting the few subtle lights that were still burning in the foreground. Tommy cringed like the little bitch that he was. I walked a few feet closer to Tommy, pulled out my knife, and then grabbed him by the neck.

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