You remember very little of your old life. You were born in a mountainous ruin and raised lovingly by a man-sized rat. As a child, you took pride in cutting-edge gonzo journalism, but it soon became obvious that you were meant for bigger things. That's where your feared fists of fury came in. It was essential in actualising your personal vendetta against the criminal underclass. Your time for greatness is here. We're going to the moon!