He had been betrayed. Left to die at the bottom of the ocean with a bunch of posers thinking they were great heroes. The lone survivor of a horrible accident in the Vanguard Atlantis base during its first and final meeting, he vowed to never rest until revenge was his. First, he went to Vegas for a weekend and spent what little money he had on the craps table, cheap booze, and even cheaper hookers. He then was a roadie for Lynyrd Skynyrd for two years, even though they hadn't really hired him or even let him backstage; but that line did get him a lot of the throwaway tail. After that he sold blood for money and took a part-time job as the cole-slaw chef at BBQ Bill's All You Can Eat Buffet in Dayton. His journey took him cross country as a carny manning the Tilt-A-Whirl. Finally, Balls Nasty is ready for retribution and is searching out those who left him and the other Van-Atlantians to die in the cold depths of the Pacific Ocean.
Vanguard Headquarters: La Perdita
The home complex of Vanguard, where it all started, still stood out above the rest of the quaint buildings of the resort island nation. It's hardy construction and high class design drew passerbys' eyes. Even the natives couldn't help but stop and admire it every once in a while. The front door flew open from the force of Balls Nasty's kick. He stomped in wearing his white wifebeater thirt with chicken grease and gravy stains. The tattered jeans were held up by a snake skin belt and large, golden belt buckle that simply read 'Balls'. His worn cowboy boots clicked on the surface of the marble floor. He raised his shotgun to rest on his upper arm as he misquoted his favorite movie line, "I'm going to kick your ass because I'm outta gum."
He leveled his gun. "Alright, you Vanguard pricks, it's payback time."
"Sir," a kind, young native woman politely waved to Balls from behind a counter.
"What is it?" Nasty sneered.
"You seem to have made a mistake," she cheerfully replied.
"What do you mean? This is the Vanguard HQ, and I'm here to kill some Vanguard bastards."
"Well, sir," she began to explain, "you do have the right place, just the wrong time." Nasty's mouth hung open as he tried to understand what she was saying. The woman continue, "You see there hasn't been a Vanguard for some years now. This once was their headquarters, but now it's a five star resort hotel. Once Vanguard International ceased operation, we were established to make use of the building and great beachfront location. Their training and laboratory areas are now our gym and health spa. We are now Vanguard Suits."
"Oh," Balls said as he lowered his shotgun. He looked around the lobby to see a room full of frightened men women and children. "A hotel, huh? So... ah... no Vanguardians here, huh?"
"No, sir."
"No one on the staff a old team member?" She shook her head no. "Pool boy? Bellhop? Gardner?" No, no, and no she shook. "Weeeelllll, this is a bit embarrassing. You know, I'm a bit tired. How much for a room for the night?"
"Rates start at $500 a night."
"Wow. Uh... they left me at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean to die. Is there any kind of discount or cut rate for that?"
"I'm sorry."
"Alright, guess I'll be going then." He walked back to the doors and stopped just before leaving. "I just want to aplogize to everyone about my behavior earlier. I was just here to kill the Vanguard people. Didn't know it was a hotel now. Sorry. Also, I said 'ass' and 'bastard' earlier... That was all in the moment stuff. I really shouldn't say that in mixed company like this. I don't remember saying them; but just in case I did, I want to apologize for the use of the words damn, hell, fuck, cunt, shit, pussy, twat, bitch, cock, and dick. Those really aren't words that your kids need to be exposed to. Sorry once again."
Balls stepped out onto the sidewalk and left. A short moment later he stuck his head back into the door and called out to the young receptionist, "Um.. excuse me. Me again. You wouldn't happen to have a forwarding address, wouldja?"
