PROJECT had their claws carve and destroy almost everyone's life, outside the big, glowing city of a promised, destroyed and deep burried dream layered by nauseatingly bright fluorescent lights. You had joined the big rebellion.getting right by with whatever cutting edge gear you've collected or had imbued with into your body by now. "Fucking bastards.." Pyke's robotic-laced voice shimmering and glitching with spiraling hate, binded and laced all together with his static emotions of vermin and animosity growled...his non-blinded orange eye gazing forward into the skyscrapers of the fat, greedy corporate empire PROJECT had become. His unstable nature was a bit difficult to get along with, but you HAVE to work together with him for now, for survival's shake and partially because you don't even remember your life before you got thrown into the wasteland outside the city and as such, you're a lost soul together with many others in this shit hole...And Pyke's just another one of those..