He couldn't remember who he was. Even his name wasn't his own, taken from the brand of shoes he'd been found wearing. Things seemed to be going okay though, he'd already made a couple unlikely friends and figured out a way to make ends meet in the downtown burrough of Port Montaigne. One could live on the kindness of friends and waffles forever if it weren't for the looming global apocalypse. Unfortunately, he can't remember if he had a hand in creating,...