It was a dark day in arzanlon city when Jericho came to town. The towns people watched the stranger walk down the main street in a dark leather trench coat, a burlap sack over his shoulder, coated in bloody stain and a sawed-off shotgun holstered to his hip. When he started to squating in the old abandonded Town house, the AI went crazy over the plausible secruity breaches. The towns people almost planned to ask him to leave but were just too creeped out. When Jericho began making repairs to his house and the strange sounds at night ceased (or at least were mufflled by the new cork in the walls) the towns people began to ease, but rumors still abounded in the inn... who was he, what did he want, why was he here? The countless stories never agree as to what he is, The dreaded cut man of cloblue, a vengeful ghost, a psycopathic survivor of the zombie apocalypse, the one man James Raynor couldn't kill, a battle scared space marine, or simply a scary hobo who needed to stop screaming at the moon to stop spying on him, take a shower, and change his clothes. With the town tensing up, suspicion and paranoia gripping its people, Jerichos mysterious past (and present) actions are against him. Without a friend to watch his back he is going to need his wits to make it out this time, and one thing from his basement...