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On top of working a full time job just to keep you fed and in clean clothes for school, your widowed mother had to rent out the spare room in the house to a strange tenant, the only man who could afford the unreasonably high rate that she nonetheless needed to charge just to live above poverty. She was an angel, and that... That PIG! He took advantage of your mother's kindness and hard financial situation, and rented the corner bedroom as his own. The first few weeks were normal enough, but he started acting shifty and secretive shortly thereafter. You came home one day from school, and found your mother lifeless on the hallway floor, just outside the stranger's room. Opening the door a creak, you saw her killer. Well, not the man himself, but his wicked tools. A fountain - no - an ocean of piss bottles, at least 300 in number, pouring forth from the doorway. On the opposite side of the room, an open window, curtains fluttering in the night wind.
"MOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!........."
You remember passing out from the fumes, then waking up in a strange, cozy bed. On that day, you were saved by your late neighbor who heard your bloodcurdling screech. He immediately adopted you and moved you into a new neighborhood after hearing of the fate of your mother. May he rest in peace...
It was hard to find the Task Force. Some say you don't find them, they find you. In a way, you suppose it's true, but only in the sense that these highly secretive operatives are incredibly hard to contact, yet they keep tabs meticulously on anyone who mentions them, even in whispers. You went through rigorous testing before you were accepted into the force - feverishly difficult tests of intelligence, loyalty, and physical strength - totalling almost a year in preparation before you ascended from "prospect" to "agent". Already over half a dozen missions under your belt, in just the first few months of being initiated. And they treat you like this? All you wanted to do was clean up the country.
There's a burning feeling inside your chest that tells you toothbrushing a building for a week straight won't get you the results you're looking for. You can do more. You're getting out of here. You're done. You've made up your mind. You've got to effect change, on your own.
You'll get a fresh start in the morning.
You're gonna find that fucker that killed your mom.
Walking away from PBRTFHQ at 3:12AM, you...
>Go straight home and take a cold shower and go to bed.
>Stop by a dive bar and get hammered.
>Swing by the hikikomori's apartment just for kicks.
>Steal* tech from the Lab so you can rip off the designs for the piss-sensors and piss-resistors.
>Steal* files from the Library, containing information on both the members and the enemies of the PBRTF.
>C L A S S I F I E D (Write-in)
*Stealing stuff might make you an enemy of the Task Force.
