It was the beginning of times. It was the end of times.
Some called me T.O.M.: the omega man. But I go by Tim. What good's a name, anyway, when there is no one left to call you by it? The only friend I have left is my gun, and she can't talk. Or, rather, the only word she knows is goodbye. Her name is Chain Reaction. But I call her Betty. I always wanted a girl named Betty.
She speaks to them for me. You know, the robots, the androids, the cyborgs, the whatever. The Freaks. The Freaks killed everyone else, and now they're after me.
We had a plan once. We built the Ziggurats, and there was supposed to be a warrior on top of each. Sometimes, I can feel them. The others. Up in the air with me playing king of the mountain for as long as it took. And when one fell, another would replace him. Shredding up Freaks like a never-ending guitar solo.
Well, that plan went to shit.
And now it's just me, Betty, and the empty Ziggs in the distance.
This here is your basic Freak, the jumper. The cannon fodder vanguard. He jumps high and slow, and will fire if you let him get close enough. When I charge Betty up, the explosion causes surrounding Freaks to explode as well.
One charged shot takes out these four Freaks.
This Freak here is the Walker. The dumbest of the bunch. He just walks up the Zigg. As if he would ever get to me. Some folks liked to drop non-charged shots down the Zigg at the Walker. Get him while he's real low. But that don't make no sense. I like to use the Walker as my own personal bomb. I let him get to the top, and then . . . .
Clears the whole side for me.
Look who decided to show up to the party. The Big Freak himself.
Betty and I know what to do.
We've been working together for so long, we just have this amazing friction together. There's no other way to describe it.
She blows a wind in my hair to tell me she loves me. I kill the Freaks to show her I love her.
There are other Freaks too: the High Jumper, the Buzz Saw, and the Mother Ship.
None shall pass.
As the Sun sets, the Moon rises. Maybe, just maybe, I take out enough before they get to me. Enough to make sure they are never a threat again. Enough to give some other life form time to prepare. Enough to make a footnote in their log.
Enough, enough, enough.
It was the end of times. It was the beginning of times.
