If Jamez Blak were to describe himself to you he’d probably say something like, “My name is Jamez Blak. I work for a government agency with the initials “TOR”. I don’t know what it stands for, sorry, I just know the acronym. We specialize in–” And then he’d probably find some sort of distraction so he wouldn’t have to try and guess what TOR specialized in.

If he were to write an autobiography, you would probably find out that he lived a fairly normal childhood: only child, loving mother and father, and a fairly sized house, neither large nor small. You would then come to find out that, one life changing day, an explosion shook the slab of sidewalk he was standing next to. There in the clearing residue was standing a man. He spontaneously grabbed a sword and shoved it into Jamez’s stomach.

By some unequivocal freak of nature, Jamez survived this little encounter with the “Ninjas of Nicaragua,” as one man described them. This man continued on to tell the bewildered Jamez that he wanted to hire him as an agent for an ultra-secret government agency. To make a long story short, Jamez accepted Lentesko’s offer and became a TOR agent. His job was, basically, to save the world by blowing up and shooting the right things and people, and keeping the wrong things and people from being blown up and shot. It was, in his mind, a pretty exciting job.

Finally, Jamez would have told you of his first mission against the “Iguanas From Ireland,” a case that, oddly enough, had nothing to do with iguanas, or, as a matter of fact, Ireland. He might have explained what Lentesko had explained to him, that the founders of TOR had been in love with all amazingly awesome alliterations and had, in turn, begun to name all of their cases using them. While on that same train of thought, he may have detailed how annoying the alliterations became after a few months and how he had managed to convince them to stop and the large amount of happiness that had followed.

At this moment, Jamez was anything but happy. He was in the back of a jet black car, riding through the hot desert, fuming in his head about his mission against these darn monks. Suddenly, the driver stopped the car and stepped out into the blazing sun. Jamez followed suit.