Garthe

My name is Garthe Knight. I've had a pretty rough life. My dad Wilton was this rich guy who never had time to spend with me...he was always busy putting all of his time and effort into some organization called the Foundation for Law and Government (a.k.a. F.L.A.G.)((or as I call it, F.A.G.)). My mother Elizabeth and I have always been close. During my teenage years I started hanging with the "trouble" kids at school. It was just the beginning of my bad-ass life. I got into all kinds of theft, gambling, a little prostitution, and even some murder. Soon enough, I was locked away in an African prison for life, thanks to my fuckin' dad. It's a long story and I don't feel like getting into it right now. Since no prison can hold me, I escaped with the help of my mom and headed back to the states. Not only did I learn that my father had died, but he basically "created" a new son to take my place! WTF?! He gave some asshole named Michael Long a bunch of plastic surgery to look just like me, and even dubbed him Michael KNIGHT. Michael started working for my dad's F.L.A.G. organization, driving around in this black T-top on a crusade to help the innocent or something. Obviously, this whole situation pissed me off beyond belief and I've been trying to kill that doppleganger asshole for quite some time. I even went ahead and built an awesome truck I call "Goliath" to do battle with his T-top. I haven't won the war yet, but one of these days, Michael Knight is gonna get what he deserves...