Parker, (main Character) Is a young man who rarely had good luck growing up when it came to being stolen from. His life was as normal as anyone’s in respect to day to day life. Common problems come and go, everybody has them and often the same ones. But this, this theft curse, seems to cling to him. It appeared that way to often, when assembled with friends, or in his workplace, he would arrive with a tail of a loss he suffered. Like any affliction, it gets old after awhile. The constant nibbling away, the erosion of morals and ethics that allow it, and Parker constantly having to pay the tab. He wasn’t an arrogant person, and had never claimed to do everything right in his life, but he believed what was happening to him was excessive, Nobody deserved this, and he also believed he didn’t either. He looked at it like snow. Each flake a instance of theft. Flake after flake, after flake. Until there was enough to make a snowball. Packed tightly, everyone knows a snowball becomes a weapon in a snowball fight. Thats what he decided he needed to become. Take all those individual flakes, make something useful out of them. A weapon. The simple analogy: lemonade from lemons. Its disputing that someone thinks they deserve what they didn’t work for. Parker worked for everything he currently owned. Since he was about five. He grew up on a dairy farm. Even at that age you played a part. You were given chores and were expected to be faithful to complete them. As you grow up, the chores become more responsibly laden. This is the root of creation for morals and ethics. But now, now it seemed he was working to replace what was stolen. Appearing to break even monetarily, because the least path of resistance for a lot of people out there was to take from him, instead of earning it, feeling pride in your accomplishments. So Parker is done. Done letting it go, done getting told nothing can be done, done paying the tab. Time to build the weapon. A weapon of force, that only cowards like cyber thieves will understand.
