Dangerous rumours sometimes surface about the ancient times. The times before the accident.
Rumours of another Doubtpuppet, not confined to a keyboard in a cave for the good of humanity; but a journeyman, a minstrel, a road warrior. Travelling the wastelands, hunting mooks, and waging war on injustice.
They say he frequented nightclubs, and parties with real people and the like. Some say he was even seen dancing and talking to girls.
…. of course that was before the terrible experiments under the mountain …
But I’m afraid I really can’t talk about that.
In the meantime …
Inner City – Good Life: