Welcome to Gaia! ::

A hissing sound nearby awakes the unsightly heap of a human being. Stirring ever so slowly, and groaning ever so softly, the man manages to roll over onto his back and look up into the polluted skies as flies from the surrounding garbage hover his form.

Whats happened? Where the crap am I now? And whats that smell?

Picking himself up from the pile of old milk cartons, empty pizza boxes and spoiled cheese, he realized that the answer to that last question had the most readily available answer: himself. Removing a banana peel from his shoulder and brushing coffee grounds from his backside, Kail gazed more closely at his surroundings, taking it all in. He tried thinking back to his most recent memory... and he cried.

He screamed to the heavens, and began cursing his own name. He fell back down to the ground and began pounding the pavement, red sparks shooting every which way as he did so. A crumpled newspaper caught one of these sparks and lit up. He glanced at the now flaming newspaper and caught a glimpse of both the name and date before it disappeared in the orange flames:

ROGUE ISLE PROTECTOR

November 10, 2007

And as the fire spread, Kail rose to his feet, wiped the tears from his eyes, and looked out to his new playground, determined to not be manipulated by not just people, but fate itself. Kail would take this dimension by storm and do as he pleased, no longer bound by the morality that held him in check while the world ran rampant around him. He was a new person. A new being.... and so he set forth, mayhem now the word of the hour... and his life.