I came to Moon Moonbase Alpha with the same hopes everyone else had when they left the Homeworld–new start, hope, and success. So I took a job as a miner like all my buddies were doing so that I could make a decent living here. For a while it seemed like I was doing well and I hadn’t thought about returning to the Homeworld for years. Now the thought of returning is all that keeps me going since the accident. I won’t keep you in suspense, the accident refers to a mine collapse in 2036 that was my fault. My mates were all incinerated by my hand. Against my will, I survived. When I returned to the surface, everyone knew of my mistake and I lived for years as a homeless, disgraced miner until I took a job as a busboy at a pub that I stand outside of. After years on the job, I made it as a bartender where I have regulars and make a decent living. These are some of my regulars:
There’s Leonidas Spartan Cat. Leonidas’ owner came by a lot. I forget his name but he used to be an awful, foul-mouthed drunk that I personally had to escort out. But I heard he made it as some big-shot inventor so good for him.
Also, Alien Bro. Alien Bro really knows how to party Lunar style. His people, the Bro-Hams, were here long before we got here. Man, those Bro-Hams really know how to tip a guy.
And Fawkes. He, too, has had a troubling past–the poor soul. Anytime I want to have a regular conversation with the guy all he talks about it getting back to Earth for some reason.