My name in Jake Fowler and this is a story about how I become the most wanted man on Pandora and possibly the richest, you'll just have to see. It was year 3291 when I was born. My mom died giving birth to me, lets just say we didn't have true doctors in my town just random ass psychos running around killing people. My Dad also wasn't in my life much either he immediately sold me to a random wanderer looking for people to trade with so he saw it as a good way to dump me off. I soon got into a huge slave trade that got me into a huge fucked up house. You see, I was only 9 so I didn't understand much of what was happening except my dad was gone. I was alone for 8 years stuck with an insane man and his wife. When I was 17 I simply defended myself by grabbing my knife when that fat ass tried to hit me with a metal rod for not cleaning his gun well. I stabbed him in the side of his neck roll but of course he can survive a stab because of how thick his neck is. He landed the hit on my rib directly. I heard a crack but it didn't affect me. I grabbed a hammer on the counter and spun around to end up bashing in his skull. He flopped over dead when his wife walked in. "What the hell! I dashed out the door and made a bolt for it when everything just all of a sudden goes dark. I woke up in the middle of the dessert. "Were am I?" I got up to feel a spiking pain. "Agh!" I fell back down to look at my stomach and see blood soaked bandages. I look around to see nothing but a shotgun and pistol next to my side.