The following story is by FSi and (mostly) Babar. It's also all true. Truer words never spoken. Believe me. I can tell lies from truth anytime.
My origins are those of a Korean spy. My Korean parents have abandoned me and then they were shot by the government. I was then raised by a kindly russian jewmother to become... FSi.
Then I was falsely imprisoned in an insane asylum. With the help of a hot young cosplaying lawyer-lover I had proved my case in court and was declared legally sane. Except the prosecution inserted a small clause in my certificate of sanity that disallowed me from utilising hot weapons. That's why I keep all my weapons in a freezer now. Along with a bullet-shaped ice tray.
Something horrible happened to the hot young cosplaying lawyer-lover though. She brutally fell off a cliff into a truck full of knives that was driven by my arch-nemesis. He stole these knives from my warehouse-sized freezer, hence I started blaming myself for her death whilst seeking revenge upon the aforementioned arch-nemesis.
That's the end of story for now... OR IS IT?!