I never was much of a people person. People always thought of me as much too cynical, and avoided me. Then, lucky me, I run across upon this.. treefort, in the woods. And even more luckily, it's owned by a bunch of people fighting aliens. And even more lucky than that, they want, no, they demand I join, since I know too much. Great, great.. I follow whatever orders I'm given to the letter, but not an ounce more than I need to, and never with enthusiasm. Then, the main jerkoff in office screws up pretty badly, and my situation happens all over again, except this time, sixfold. And in the first bit of actual luck in my recent life, one of the people is this guy named Justin. Finally, I have someone who sees me on the same level, and can notice how crazy this all is. Oh, well. At least now I can be crazy with some competent company.