I'm Emily Parks, but call me Ms. M. I am an energy blaster. I fight crime in gritty Kings Row. Skulz, Clockwork, Circle or Vhaz I've arrested them all. I told my fiance', and he is all, 'No wife of mine is going to go around blasting thugs with bolts of energy'. I'm like, 'Whatever, dude. You know I miss alot'. That didn't help. He's worth keeping, and I think we could be happy together, but he's asking me to give up what I love. It's like fighting crime were a massively multiple-player on-line role playing game and one day, out of no where, they shut the game down. As if!