Hi my name is Zorlan, I like long walks off short piers and ridiculously big drinks, like we're talking a whole water tank of beverage just for me to quell the saltiness of a single smiths crisp, but I digress.
It was the 1930s, a sad time for a lonely sailor to be embezzled by overzealous young harlots. I was a non-existent entity at this time, having been born more than 50 years later, but I like to think that these years were important in my development as a gamer.
Flash forward to the current year and you're likely to get an aneurism, with all the new blinky high tech gadgetry that they sell on the streets these days. Ah, these days.