Your name is CUPS SOLO. You're the leader of Prospit's special agents on account of you got the lion's share of both the brains and the brawn in this outfit. But "Prospit's special agents" has such a boring bureaucratic sound to it. You and the three dangerous motherfuckers who look to you for guidance prefer to be known as THE CEGO. Your mission? To kick the shit out of those wannabe Nimrods from Derse, THE TAROC, snatch all the power that's up for grabs, and then grind the so-called HEROES into dust. After that maybe you'll reorganize the governance of the Medium, fuck around and claim the ultimate reward. Standard ruling-the-univer who the hell is interrupting you?