User:TheNeur0manc3r

I am a man of simple tastes.

I like a cold can of natty ice after a long day fighting for the TRUTH. I like cruising down the road in my Sadie, my Buick, blasting tunes with the windows down. Dio, Judas Priest, the good stuff.

I'm hard to pin down in once place for too long. I live on the road, roaming here and there where I'm needed, guided by the Greater American Metapsychic Current and my own desires. I do odd jobs for room and board, and right now I'm staying in a barn a family lets me shack up in in exchange for keeping the coyotes away. The little bastards think twice about coming near the property while I'm here, I can assure you, especially after they get a taste of my airgun. No need to bring out Old Bill, my pop's old service pistol. I'm not Greybeard, with his ridiculous obsession with killing wild animals.

Oh, and yes, I did work for LUX for a short period of time. It was only because of my brief tenure there that I came to realize the true ambitions of the dark powers at work there. Don't hold it against me, I've been fighting back since that fateful day they removed me from the premises.

On any given day you'll find me honing my aim on some cans, honing my mind on the internet, and operating an internationally-respected cell of freedom-fighters called the Unpersons.

If you have any questions about what it takes to join the unperson army, I am the one to ask! Under my tutelage, you too can rise through the ranks of Unperson and attain the Sigil of Law, the Mask of the Betrayer, and even the Seal of Nero!

If you need to message me privately, email me at Neur0manc3r@outlook.com

DISBELIEVE, DISCONNECT, DISAPPEAR.