It's all in the science of things...

[adrenalinebomb]

First things first. I wasn't always like this, well kind of. Meaning, at one point I did have two fleshy human arms and two working eyes. I always loved tinkering with things. At nine months I had disassembled my crib with a toy set of tools and stacked/organized each piece neatly against the wall of my bedroom. At a year I had turned a Playstation into a toast launcher. I made my first computer out of a potato and the remaining parts of previously mentioned Playstation. Fast forward a few years and we see a straight A student starting his senior year of high school at the age of 8. His scientist father and loving mother approve deeply....*QUE DRAMATIC MUSIC*. Now, I'm not looking for your sympathy. I just want you to understand, it will make things easier in the long-run. BL/Ind knew of my fathers work but simply left him be, writing him off as a crazy man and saying his ideas where impossible. But one night, suddenly, SUCCESS, And just like that the world as I knew it was over (The irony of this being that had I known the world as I had known it would truly end soon, I probably would have been less upset.) In one night, my father was gone, my mother dead and I was all alone. I lived on the streets for a few years, forgetting school and slowly slipping into a severe paranoia and slight insanity. Fortunately between the paranoia and my abilities with electronics it wasn't hard to stay alive. I crafted crude weapons when I could and would fix electronics for people for cash. Man's gotta eat right? Unfortunately that doesn't mean I so cared for personal hygiene, I hardly ever showered preferring food to "smelling nice" and why even bother shaving? When war broke loose I changed my look and forgot my name, all it did was weigh me down anymore, shaved off the hobo beard and found myself a nice suit, a lovely trench coat and cut my hair into a Mohawk/Dyed it green. I would make weapons for anybody who would pay me and I lost myself in my work. I made things...horrible things, machines of destruction and death. Things I long since have destroyed the blue-prints for and will never make again...maybe, because after all...what man doesn't love his creations? As the world turned into a dust-bowl I wandered out of the city that had long since been void of life and into the wastelands before me. On my way out I found an interesting bobble from a time long ago, a top hot. My top hat. I later adorned it with a magnifying glass I carried with me anyways and put it on a mechanism so that I could pull it down whenever I wanted it. One day, a couple years more down the line, while listening in on various radio frequencies (1. It helped sate my paranoia, 2. It was the only way to know what was going on in the wastelands anymore) I picked up a BL/Ind convoy coming through not far from me...the contents, several scientists, due to the insanity I had cast away emotion long ago so I had thought but I couldn't help but wonder if my father was there. Maybe it was more a curiosity than an want to be re-united with my father, possibly it was just to see who was the better scientist now that his little boy was all grown up, either way, I headed that direction. Little did I know this would be one of the biggest mistakes of my life. When i reached my destination I realized I must have made it ahead of the caravan so I hid behind a group of rocks and waited (How cliche correct?) I guess I should have been listening better to my environment instead of the radio that was pressed to my ear because welp....a crazed-overhulked coyote decided I no longer needed my left arm. I shot the damned thing in the face but the damage was still done.(Was my last bullet to, not easy to find) As I fell over onto the dusty ground bleeding out I hear footsteps, as luck would have it, my luck was horrible, A S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W decided I didn't need my left eye either...seeing as normally a shot to the face means your dead, I was left to bleed out to death as he walked away laughing. "Damn" I thought, "I would have enjoyed one more cigarette before I died...". I head the convoy continuing on and as they became nothing more than a residual hum in my ears my vision started to fade, I stuck my middle finger to the sky and shouted "FUCK YOU TOO WORLD" Then, I heard something I didn't expect. A motor. It came up nearby and shut down, boots  I heard a voice say something I couldn't understand and then heard the tearing of clothe and the stub where my arm used to be being wrapped up. "Fuck" I thought, "I'm going to owe somebody now". I passed out and woke back up in a poorly lit bar, covered in dust and smelled like a men's locker room after a football game. As I looked around I realized two things, 1. I wasn't alone, there was a man sitting in the corner smashing his hand on a radio trying to make it work, I could hear him say "Piece of crap, always doing this"  and 2. I was alive, dammit, I was alive. 

Thus started my new life as a "Bartender" after a few brief conversations I learned the mans name was Agent After and that we had a very important and beautiful thing in common, We both hate BL/Ind.
We decided to clean up and re-open the bar he had brought me to and turn it into a hub of sorts for all Killjoys with me acting as a "Job board" of sorts, sending Killjoys around to get things ready to put our plan into action and of course various plans to just plain piss BL/Ind off because we feel like it. Oh, and a very important side note, seeing as being one handed was a bit useless I had Agent find me a few parts and I crafted myself an arm. With all the classiest features of course, a fork, a lighter and a few other things of my own design. Agent and I started to plot and scheme and come up with the most amazing BOOM-tastic plan to take down BL/Ind ever devised...problem is we are still figuring it all out. But that's, that kiddo's for now. Why I'm me, who me is....and why I will never stop studying and learning until this world is free again...because truly, It's all in the science of things. -Adrenaline Bomb Sunshine 

P.S. That radio of Agent's that I mentioned? I've fixed it like 20 times for him already. I'm always baffled at how he breaks it.
P.S.S. Because of the state of things, even I have to get my hands dirty from time to time. It's a necessary evil. I can't stand standing around in the bar all day anyways. I've been away for a while, working around what used to be the California/Oregon border. I should be heading back soon. Just waiting for the all clear. 

[agentafter]

*the radio comes alive*
"Transmission to 'adrenalin bomb sunshine'. the road is clear, the pests are away, and the house is opened,.. make your way to the coordinates, and make for the Illuminati lounge.. Agent After will be waiting.. stay shiny kid.."

[adrenalinebomb]

Adrenaline smiled and put his radio back in his coat pocket. "Finally!" He then pulled out a book of matches and lit a cigarette, tossing the match behind him and setting the shack he had been staying in on fire. "Never leave any evidence...hehehehehe". He walked over to his truck and jumped into the drivers seat...Not the best thing around, the shell was a 1989 Chevy Suburban, it's motor a custom assortment...It ran on a variety of fuel sources for obvious reasons. He flicked a couple of switches and parts of the truck started whirring to life, lights came on and started flickering. Pirate radio music started playing. He started feathering the gas and yanked a pull cord the truck sputtered a few times and roared to life. Nothing like a custom In-line 8 engine. He pulled the magnifying glass down over his left eye, smiled, and slammed down on the gas. "OOOHHHH YEEAAAHHH, I'M COMIN HOOOOMMMEEEE"