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I thought nothing could get as bad as a long cold December night in the streets of New York, I was wrong, terribly wrong. It all started when I was on shift for the N.Y.R.P, I was called to a disturbance downtown. When I got there I couldn’t believe the carnage before my eyes. Many slaughtered in the wake of destruction by beings I’d never seen before. They looked to be half human-half horse, but lets get real, I thought my eyes were just deceiving me.
In front of me a man was torn apart and thrown towards me, I stood shocked, not knowing whether to use my permitted weapons or flee in terror. Other riot police were running from these things, however they seemed to get man handled worse then the innocent ones just caught in between. I on the other hand, felt something in me I’d never felt before, for some reason whether it be adrenalin or not; I attacked the massive creatures. I put up a fight, but it was only a struggle to delay the conquering of what I know now was called the Extermination Squad.
I woke up a few nights later in the same bloody pool I was left to die in. My eyes opened but I still couldn’t move, a figure stood over me. He wore a oriental hat and I could almost swear I saw lightning bolts erupting from his limbs. He told me his name was Raiden, and that I was the only riot cop to put up a fight against the E.S. In fact, in reality I was. He told me the story of some emperor from another realm, mystical creatures, and a lot of other junk. I didn’t believe him at first, but as more and more was revealed to me I had to believe. I fought along side other fighters who were very talented, it seemed they were way more trained in martial arts then I was. But that doesn’t matter, I had seen so much destruction in my life, so much death, so much brutality, I had something the others didn’t.
Shao Kahn, that evil emperor was stopped in his tracks. I guess Earth was saved once again. I was free to go. I went. I went straight to the New York Police Department to tell my story, hoping maybe I would be promoted for my job well done. That wasn’t the case. I was detained and locked up in Maximum Security Prison on an outskirt island in Hawaii. The Prison was knows as Myokan Detension and Corrections Prison. The MDCP, the hardest prison in the world. I was locked up for Terrorism in the highest degree. Twelve years, I only served four. I escaped via an electric wire; I wrapped it around the guard’s head and watched him fry. I watched his soul suffer a painful death, I watched his pupils dilate, roll back in his head, and the blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. I wasn’t happy for what I did, but I knew I had to flee the country, the continent; I had to flee the realm.
I now make my home in Outworld. I’m no longer Kurtis Striker, I’ve left that name behind to keep my record on Earth behind and over, I now let people know my name is only Striker, and if you make the mistake of calling me Kurtis your life may end very quickly. I now live by one motto and one motto only. “To live longer is worth another mans life.â€? I once played the game of life by trying to catch all the wrong doers, now I play the game of life to not be caught. I am a rogue agent. Trying to track down that damn emperor who cost me and all my friend’s lives. If I find anyone responsible for any of it, I will show no mercy. Mercy is no longer an option.