Never thought I'd survive up to this point, so I suppose I should divulge my entire backstory since there seem to be no forum kiddies around.
I started out, shall we say... escorting a girl to the boondocks in my car and holding her at gunpoint, but who tells me off but my old friend from college. He insists it's because of a deep hatred for anime stuff, even though I left it all in the past. From there, I targeted many other girls, among them a punk girl with a red streak who escaped from her holding cell after I ate too much baked Alaska, a band of four girls that I crushed in a compactor and gave trauma to the younger sister of their lead vocalist, and two other girls I sent a robot to destroy. I even sent two of my henchmen to drown a red-haired girl with a high-pitched voice by using a dunking device! Unfortunately, all of these best-laid plans crumbled to dust under my own weight. Curses!
My crime spree took me around the world, stealing a helicopter from a rich guy, flying it to a coastal Mediterranean city, and spraying some graffiti directed at my college ex-friend on a billboard. I then successfully trapped him for once, but he pulled out a piece of merch and fired it at me. Fleeing, I snatched a card which I used to buy more merch, but not before I absolutely roasted one of the girls accompanying him.
Next on my list of targets was a pink-haired girl from a high-tech school. I tried to off her by shooting a bullet at a spotlight above her head as she performed, but knocked out her friend instead. That would have been a great victory for me... at least, if she hadn't recovered. And then the anime fan girl and former student council president hit me with the full force of her Scarlet Storm attack... and then I found out the lead vocalist I thought I crushed in the compactor survived the ordeal. *sigh*
Combined with my henchmen quitting (something about me not paying them enough), that turned out to be the straw that finally broke this camel's back. So I went to one of the girls who had been performing on the day on the compactor incident and mocked her and her band to the point where she slapped me in the face. Little did she know this was all a setup for my coup de grâce: trapping her and her friends in a puzzle room beneath a teppanyaki restaurant, complete with poisonous gases to kill them once and for all!
Except they didn't. Somehow, they managed to chase me onto the rooftop, which led me to flee into a nearby maid café. Then, when I emerged, the motley fools tricked me into watching an embarrassing video of my failures and sent meteors raining down on me! All of this a front to buy them time before the cops arrived and shoved me into the slammer for my crimes against anime.
But when I thought I had hit my lowest point, someone offered me a second chance.
A chance to prove that my criminal record was all for naught.
A chance to elevate myself to the level of this "Crimson Eye" group they so graciously informed me of.
How could I say no?
And so, to make a long story short, I now stand before you as part of this Killing Game.
Also, I only have the one sprite because I spent all my money on my defense attorney! These things don't come cheap! Stop laughing!