it's just a name that you made for yourself, carved in your back but it doesn't mean SHIT

trials and tribulations banished our wretched hero from the merciful arms of the lone star capital to the sprawling tundra of the dallas fort worth metroplex, at the epicenter of which the construction of the imperial army's third death star is well underway.

beaten physically and mentally tattered, yet far from truly undone, the vampiric nomad toils in the belly of an entangled mass of machinations, balancing his time with repairing mechs and strongarm work, waiting in stasis, plotting the final return to his spiritual homeland, this time for good