You remember very little of your old life. You were born in a horrifically overpriced theme park and raised lovingly by a cabal of faceless corporate drones. As a child, you took pride in being a road warrior on endless motorbike trips, but it soon became obvious that you were meant for bigger things. That's where your horde of loyal yellow assistants came in. It was essential in just getting through another bleak day. Your time for greatness is here. Yippie-ki-yay!