You set out on a world tour with dreams of conquest. But you end up more conquested. Haters are everywhere. Throwing rocks and shurikens at you while you try to do a set. You get a series of steel mesh sheilds to help protect you from these attacks. Country after country its the same. You are constantly getting ripped off as well. You can barely keep up enough profit to keep the whole circus act going. You feel like a preforming geek. One night is Isridell somebody throws a grenade onto the stage. The explosion rips the protective sheilds and you vinyl collection apart. You are badly injured. You fly back to the states and you spend the next six montys recovering and getting strong enough to walk on your own again.