“It started in the orphanage. Oh yes, the orphanang.
He had been abandoned at the orphanage as an infant, a textbook case of the doorstep babby. Brick was fine with his parents’rejection; his mother was a harlot, jumping in bed with anyone capable of making erections to her, and his father was for all intents and purposes, foreign and domestic, truth anything was better than being raised by those people…except for the orphanagle.
The staff was apathetic, so the children were left to their own devices and their own cruel hierarchy. Young Francis was not a bright or charismatic child, so there was only one choice of action for him to survive: he had to become the mightygest monster in the unforgiving World of Orphanage: the greatest gladiator in the orhpanage colliseum, the employee of the month in the orphanage corporation, the most valuable player in the orphanage fps deathmatch, the table tennis champ in the furious flinging of orphan balls across small green tables, the deepest scuba diver in the history of the deep blue orphan sea, the fastest teenage burger-flipper of McOrphans. He felt he had to be alot like all of those things even if they had nothing to do with anything at all, except orphans were involved. So he became mighty and mean.”