CITIZEN DOSSIER

There I was, forced to eat feces and ants in a dark damp room. There was no hope for me after I retired from the military. My gambling addiction got the better of me once that first pension check came. stranded with no way out, I was destined to die alone covered in my own feces...and ants. Life has a strange way of changing your destiny. Looking up, I saw a figure, later to find out it was none other than my old buddy from the war...err drugs and hookers did a number on my brain so I only remember his handle... Haptik Feedback. He pulled me out of my own feces and ants pit of death and gave me a moist towelette to wipe away the ants. threw me the keys to a Hull C and said this is yours. That is were my story truly began.