Quote: You know who's going to inherit the world? Arms dealers. Because everyone else is too busy killing each other. That's the secret to survival. Never go to war, especially with yourself.
Hello. My name is James Wilson. You don't have to worry. I'm not gonna tell you a pack of lies to make me look good. I'm just gonna tell you what really happened.
It was a simple time. It was a time of growth, both financially, and physically for our family. My father, a worker in the mines on planet Pittsburg, and my mother, an equally hard working woman, working alongside my father, and a small family business to call our own. We didn't make too much of a profit, but it was enough for us to get by. While we never had a shortage of cash, we could not afford the luxuries of life, since most of the cash earned left my parents grasp equally fast. The only visible threats were regular raids by pirates and bandits, where homes were pillaged and ransacked, and extortion was a normal occurrence.
I was just 19 years old, when I first came face to face with a weapon- a low grade plasma pistol. The gun itself never worked, but I did manage to take out one of the pistol's rounds. Back then, thankfully cheap, handmade pistols used conventional ammo, and thus there was no threat of radiation or such. To this date, I wear that bullet round my neck in a chain, as a reminder for myself, for where it all began...