When I was a young boy, my father would often speak at length to me about the importance of having an education. He believed that all of life was a school, and that endless life lessons could be gleaned on a daily basis, from seemingly inconsequential minutia. Unfortunately, his "lessons" never took hold in me. The fact is, the only lesson I took from him was just how dreadful it was to be poor. My father was an arrogant man...a man who could barely support himself, let alone raise a son. Everyday, we scrounged and begged for what little food we could get, just narrowly avoiding starvation. And the next day, we'd do it all over again. When I was strong enough, I swore an oath to myself: I'm going to become rich some day...because I'm better than this life. Shortly after coming of age, I cursed my father's name and set out to seek my fortune with nothing more than the clothes on my back. Forty years later, I'm quite possibly the wealthiest citizen residing in the last city on earth - the undisputed king of the pond, albeit what's left of it anyway. (Please note: This is a work of FANFICTION only. In no way do ANY of my stories accurately represent current or future lore made by Bungie. As always thank you for your continued interest in my writing.)