Ichabod "Icky" Huston's Questionnaire

Oh me! heh, I ain't got no home. I'm what you may call a drifter, a wanderer, a nomad! I had a home, or an apartment, it wasn't good, but it was mine, sort of…

I mainly haunt the Neo-GENIS hub, going from alley way to alley way, dumpsters, cheap inns, places like that. I'm not allowed in most places, they can't handle my style anyway. Plus even if I wanted a place that usually means I need cash, and my pockets are barren. Who needs property equity? I always wanted to own a home.

Maybe one day i'll get myself a nice haunted house, you know. I can't remember where I slept.

Money doesn't have much weight in my heart, I'm not like those greedy ass pigs from YENSID, fucking capitalist. When I need money I just take it, other times I just use the good old five-finger discounts. Hell, I steal just for the thrill of it, just to feel something. I had a job, it didn't give me all too much, it was an office job I think, at some company, I forget what we did, but it felt pointless.

I don't need to eat, drink, sleep, most mortal things since I'm, you know, a fucking corpse. This isn't right, I should have died.

Goals? I ain't much of a big picture, guy, I like living in the moment, not literally of course, with me being dead and all. A house, a wife, a child, things I will never have now.

I simply strive to have a good time, hard drugs and rock n' roll you know. I'm down for mostly anything, no thrill is too cheap.

Do I wanna go rob a bank? Hell yeah. Please stop.

Burn some mailboxes? Sure thing. I'm losing control…

This is why I'm so willing to go on these weird activities like I did with that house cleaning thing. Why not, seems I get more, juiced up, when I do them, get more of that ectoplasm pumping through my rotting veins. If someone gets hurt along the way, it's no skin of my ass, being dead ain't so bad, I should know.

I lose more and more of myself every day, my soul is trapped in this damn game.

When it ended. I managed to get this VR set second hand, it had some exposed wires, but it suited my needs. One night I was playing this game after a long day of work, and I must have forgotten to lock my door, or maybe they picked my lock, the doors at this apartment were shit. I heard some noises outside the game, but before I could take my headset off, a cold feeling erupted in my throat. -

The Hell if I know. I just woke up one day, head all fuzzy, with a kink in my neck.

-Blood gushed from a wound from whatever they stabbed me with, I panicked and tried running, but I still had the equipment on me and the blood most of ran into one of those wires because I was electrocuted. My body got real cold, all I could smell was smoke and iron as my mind ran through my life all over again, it was disappointing.

I'm not much of a, remembering people, kind of guy. Names take up too much space in my head as it is. There was this cool cat dude with a hat I met once, I think. 

Charlie Huston. My older brother of 6 years. We got along really well, mostly with our shared interest in history, though I was more into it than he was. He liked hockey a lot more, he was even in a team himself back in college. 

Lucy White. My ex-wife, we divorced three years before all this happened. She was, magnificent, but I guess I just didn't provide what she wanted out of a relationship. I think she just fell out of love, this hurt because I still love her.

Maximus Buell. He was my closest friend in this city, a lot of my other friends lived back in my hometown. We work at the same company, hang out sometimes after work.

Let's not kid ourselves if anyone was important to me, I'd remember, trust me.