Patrick Kilgallon was born in a suburban town and lived the suburban life of the post industrial blahs. If you think you had a horrible childhood, just think of him riding the tiny special van to school everyday from age six to twelve. There, now you feel better about yours?
He, even at age thirty six, can't play suicide without missing the rubber ball after it bounces from the wall, squealing in terror as he runs for the wall, and flailing his hands behind him to prevent the sting of the thrown rubber ball. Which means he is doomed to stand against the wall and withstand rubber balls at 50 to 60 miles an hour, usually aimed for his testicles.
He is however good at Dodge Ball, a fine game that rewards avoiding injuries.
He is trying to eat healthy, and exercise more to reach his sniveling, not fighting, weight
At The Gate, a futuristic institution in Maryland, Michael wakes up to what he thinks will be a normal day as a ward. He tries hard to cooperate. His friends like Sam Rueda and Paul Flounder have their own needs and he is conflicted about whatever to follow the rules or be there for his friends. Little he knows that the Watchers plan to start executing wards. The new century horror begins now...