Mark Friar was a simple man. He lived by a fixed schedule. 

5:00-wake up

5:15-take shower

5:30-get dressed

5:45-Eat breakfast

6:00-Get into car

6:45-Arrive at courthouse (He was a judge)

5:00-Go back to house

5:45-Eat Watch T.V.

6:45-Eat Dinner

7:15-Sort Paperwork

And the rest was whatever he felt like.

He was young, in his late 20's. But he was a worn, tired man. He was ragged, tired, and unimpressive. Even in his post as judge, he seemed like no more than a common man.

He was in a small city, 40 miles North of NYC. The city he lived in was awash with crime, and the mafia had control of every buiseness you could find.

One day, he found himself without work. He was going to meet with his fiance, Jackie. He was about 1/4 mile away from his destination when he heard a gunshot go off. Like most people, he tried to drive away, but he couldn't. The shot was aimed at him! It took him a while to realize what was happening. He felt nothing. He couldn't move. He couldn't even breath. He slowly passed into unconcienceness.

You missed a bit

5:35-Put on my ross89 mask

7:30-Pretend to be ross89 and scamper around the local village

7:31-Be albino

7-35-Munch on some haggis

I'M NOT ROSS89!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

19:54 MR Time-Deny being ross89

19:55 MR Time-Go back to being ross89

19:54-Pretend i'm not ross89

19:57- Tallien wonders why ross89 is denying being ross89.

~T~

When he woke up, he was in a small room. There were weapons hanging all over the place. Hunting rifles, shotguns, revolvers, pistols, sub-machine guns, enough to take over China!

He felt something wrapped on his chest, and a sharp pain in his lungs. He realized what it was. He felt the pain before. He was shot in the chest. Just inches away from his lungs. He had felt that pain before. When he was a child. This town was filled with crime. From robberies to white-collars. He was a victim of one of them, caught in a crossfire, he nearly lost his arm.

There was a door, just about 10 feet away. He grabbed a Colt 45 pistol and shoved it in his pants.

Then, as he was getting up, the door swung open.

"Hello, Mark, a pleasure to see you again."

He knew exactly who it was.

Was it ross89?

Do you mind, this is supposed to be a story.

And I am not Ross99!

Sorry Ross :(

Continue...

ross89 aka mnirem strolled up to Mark and held out his hand. He introduced himself:

My name is mnirem, but I go by ross89. I'm albino.

ross89 (mnirem) munches on some haggis.

Haggis?

Mark Friar held out some haggis to ross89 (mnirem):

Here you go, lad. Only because you asked nicely.

No, I mean, what is it?

Gotta love the haggis

I really need to change my profile pic.

To this?

http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3514/3298431876_f7113e0817.jpg