According to my dog, I am a creature of unimaginable grace and wisdom, and very nearly beyond his comprehension. He is, as we say in the writing trade, an "unreliable narrator". However, when I'm not doing my day job (professional assassin) or my night job (crimefighting vigilante), my hive mind drones insist that I contribute to this Wiki. In my benevolence, I accede to the hive's wishes. Maybe my dog has a point.