Edit: Fixed url.
Here's the curent backstory for my latest character.
The Exciting life and times of Bob the Nameless/Joeseph Stalin as presented in
Dolby Digital Limerick form.
There once was a guy called Bob or Joe
Who couldn't decide wether to stay or to go
He fought off a mace
But then was embraced
And he ain't mortal no mo'
While on a trip to Tanzinia
He acquired a feverish mania
His mind was hosed
No longer composed
And now they've both got Schitzophrenia.
Bob is just an average guy,
Always known to try and try.
He flirted and flirted,
Was always diverted,
And now he only gets half the pie.
Joe is not your normal dictator,
"Attacks are better now than later."
His last name is Stalin,
but he's perpetually walled in
by a guy who thinks he's a player.
Now that he knows his time will come soon,
He's taken a ride in a hot air balloon.
It won't be long
Before he's totally gone,
And he'll sorely miss the glare of the moon.
Pointless rant mode on! (U.S. Citizen, to clear up any confusion)
I am frustrated.
My government is run by companies and elitists.
My fellow citizens are unfortunately nearly all idiots, thereby freely allowing the government to do whatever it wants.
I'm sworn to follow all orders of the President (Marine), and I'm pretty sure I won't like most of them due to the previous problems.
What's worse, all of these problems are almost entirely superficial (accidental jackass mode on. I apologize in advance) because I'm probably in the richest 5% of the world. Hell, I think something like half of the world's humans can't eat a decent meal regularly.
YEARGH. bleah. I'm spent.
The life of a repo man is always intense.