Bio
My life kinda began at 25, 118 years after the plague and Earth was still a shithole. Life seemed geared towards Mars and Its "Corporate Goals"... Corporate Goals, YA, Fuck Them, Right?!? Anyway, I was stuck on Earth in New Ontario, one of the first hit by the Flair Virus. I was working at the Spaceport when I met an entitled little brat named Hellish. It was love at first site. She asked me to help on a salvage job and she actually gave me Union Rates. an Earthling, Unheard of! I saved my money and worked hard and now we're part of a bigger deal... The TPA. It sounds like it's from Earth but it's a Mars Org. You know, if I knew Hellish was a Martian when I met her I may never have taken the job, I wonder what that would have been like. Sometimes ignorance is bliss!
UPDATE 2950:
Well we've just arrived. Hellish can't believe that I convinced her to come out here. I fucked up but I won't tell Hellish that. It's hard to find people to work... It's gonna be a long year. Have you ever seen Hellish Grumpy!