jj gunsIinger

Born in a cloning vat during a lightning storm. I was supposed to be biomass. The vat screamed. I screamed louder. They promoted me.

At age 6 I declared war on an asteroid belt. At age 7, the asteroid belt surrendered. I haven’t stopped talking since. I injected skillpoints into the voices. They now fly interceptors.

My corporation kicked me out. So I joined their alliance.
They kicked me from that too. I founded a religion inside a wrecked Venture. The Venture is now my CEO. We worship explosions and expired boosters.

I once tried to reverse engineer a Procurer into a sandwich. It worked. I ate three. I now have permanent mining yield and can't stop yelling “ORE IS LOVE, ORE IS HATE” at customs offices.
Do I run missions? No. Missions run from me.

My standings are classified. Even to CONCORD.
I have a killmark on my capsule. It’s for me.

I am not okay. I am not stable.
I am not… alone.

They are watching.
They are me.
I am them.
Undock.