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Name: (General Rogers)
Age: (95)
Morality: (Neutral)
Occupation: (Retired War Veteran)
Vehicle: (Warthog)
Wish: (That he never fought the war.)
-------------------------
*Backstory)
=I’ve served my time.

But ‘time’ is just something I don't really have anymore. After all those grueling days on those dreaded fields... but what did it do for me? Nothing... not a goddamned thing! But worst of all... it took away the only person that mattered to me.

(We cut to the home of Watkyn’s Harbor, a grueling city where dreams go to die. Vacant here, inside the crumby neighborhood, is the rundown home of our newest contestant. General Rogers. A man who served his time in the days of war as an O9, but was left permanently disfigured due to a landmine explosion, costing him his arm and leg. Now all that remains is his broken psyche. Finding his wife in the bathtub, he blamed himself for her sudden suicide.)

Annie... I'm so sorry, Annie…

Was I really that much of a monster? Did I really have to force her out of my world... my god. What have I done?? And those voices… I can still hear those god-damned voices inside my head, Please God, just make it all go away!

*Suddenly we hear loud soaring sirens, the bombs were dropping, all Roger’s could hear was the screams of his past crew, among other enemy soldiers screaming on the attack. These thoughts echoed in his mind, driving him on the brink of insanity.

*Ambush!! INCOMING!! GRENADE!!!*

*GENERAL, We’re outnumbered! What are we gonna do?!*

*Save me sarge, please god save me!*

*Right flank!! INCOMING!!*

(The explosions were silenced by a loud humming sound… the tinnitus of Roger’s ptsd came and went. Sulking on the floor… he felt compelled to finish what the enemy couldn't…armed with a loaded shotgun, he planted it inside his mouth, just waiting for the moment for him to grow some balls and finally pull the trigger.)

I can still hear their screams… no matter how much booze I’ve ingested, those voices always come crawling back at the worst possible times… and this time, I was already at my limits. It all started, after I enrolled on an important mission from my superiors. Back to where everything just went to shit.

—-------
(Brief Flashback to 1967, the year of America's greatest war... World War II. Out near the bright fields of the destroyed streets of Paris, we find out current platoon of unfortunate soldiers. The Grunt Battalion. All while the track "Suicide is Painless by Johnny Mandel" fills the atmosphere. Jiving with the era presented.)

I was the top command of our current militia, The Grunt Battalion aka The Warthogs. A ragtag group of the strongest S.O.Bs you’d ever see. Though we had a large mass, only six of us took the mission to stop our arch enemy… a hideout for those godforsaken Nazis over in France. Colonel Hall told me they had a blueprint to win the war… and it was up to us to snag the plans before things went south.

Along with me, there was Captain Spears, Lieutenant Mitchell, Private Sanders, and the two medics, we were just a couple of Jarheads trying to survive out in the war. Frankly, we needed all the help we could get. But time was of the essence. If we waited another minute, those filthy German bastards would've been one step closer to arming their defenses. It was now, or never.

Just as we treaded the haunted ruins of that ungodly city, that's when the attack sprung. Suddenly Bombers flew overhead…. wiping out our squad like it was nothing… when I got my hearing back… all I could see was my troops… their bodies… were torn to pieces.

Mitchell| “Spears!! SPEARS!! They got Spears, General! We need to call reinforcements! Sanders can't take another hit! We gotta move!!"

We were so close to the location… those boys sacrificed themselves just so we could even make it this far… I had to go in, if I could just grab the blueprints…. I could dash my way out of here and run like Hell back to HQ. I told Mitchell, no matter what happens, you grab that blueprint even if Im left dying in my own blood. He listened, by god that boy listened. In the end, he was the real hero in all of this.

But then… my luck ran out.

Inside, though I found the sheet, landmines were scattered. Trickled and hidden inside the cathedral, those fucking German pieces of shit rigged the place… before I could even react, everything went up in smoke. First my arm went flying, then I saw my leg go in the opposite direction. I could still move my fingers, but I couldn't touch my face anymore. After that, I blacked out…

Mitchell retrieved the blueprints as I ordered, and managed to hold off the troops before help arrived, saving Sanders in the process. But me? I was a mess. Back in the medical bay, they retrieved my limbs… what layed on that table was pieces of me, my god… what would Annie say, seeing her own husband missing fucking pieces of himself after months, hell YEARS of being out to draft.

When the war ended, I was lucky enough to return home, Annie, though shocked, tried having things return to normal. But me? Nothing would ever be normal again… not after the all shit I've just witnessed.

I snapped, I’ve lost my temper, in a vain attempt to hush those fucking voices inside my head… its gotten so bad, Annie had guests over, but I ended up scaring them all off after one of their shit eating kids poked at my leg stump. The fucking audacity for their little skidmarks to poke fun at my expense was where I drew the line. But I couldn't control my anger, Annie… she ended up getting caught in my crossfire. The things I've said to her… if I could just take it all back, maybe she wouldn't have done what she did.

Annie finally had enough, not having the heart to divorce me, she took herself out of the equation all together. Laying in the bathtub… my poor, sweet Annie. My precious angel… gone. By then I was ready to finish the job, until news reports started playing a particular event, which might've finally gave me a second chance to unfuck my life more than it already had been.

I heard wind of the current contest run by some guy called Calypso… the dandiest thing that a man can claim to grant anyone a wish of their desires. That war took everything from me… I was supposed to have a good life, with my wife by my side, singing ‘Oh Come all Ye Faithful’. Instead, It's just me, and this abomination of a vehicle. For the sake of the contest, I reworked our old Station Wagon, with some leftover parts of our boys' old tank. This sucker has enough reinforced steel to stop a frag grenades', let alone some jackasses in a puny muscle car.

When I win this contest, I better get another shot at life… if not, whelp… This soldier has just revoked his privilege to life.

At ease, you sons of bitches…Here I come!

------------------------------
*Campaign Order/Loading Screen Intermissions)

===

1. (Watkyn’s Harbor|) Song of Choice = [War Pigs by Black Sabbath]

"Contest is just about to start…right outside my hometown no less. Annie, when I win this contest, please forgive me for everything I've put you through…”

2. (Sunsprings CA|) Song of Choice = [War Machine by KISS]

"The tides of war begin to shift, if these townsfolks were smart, they’d get their asses out of the way before all Hell lets loose. Me? Nothing I can’t stomach. Holding your teammate's entrails as they scream for their mothers life hardens you like a son of a bitch."

3. (Thrills N Spills|) Song of Choice = [99 Red Balloons by Goldfinger]

"Calypso’s got some twisted sense of humor having me fight here. Back in the 50's, this place used to be the life of the town. Seeing everything go to shit, really puts a dent in your stride."

4. (Diesel City|) Song of Choice = [Peace Sells by MegaDeth]

“Disgusting putrid stench of this place really makes me sick. Its no wonder Calypso chose this route for the battleground. Considering all the gun violence, these people all rolled the dice the second they walked out the door."

5. (Diablo Pass|) Song of Choice = [WAR by Edwin Star]

"I’ve lead many soldiers to their destination, but in the end all it did was lead them to their deaths. Yet somehow my sorry ass got to live through it all. Why Lord, why punish me for just trying to help our country thrive?"

6. (Metro Square|) Song of Choice = [One by Metallica]

“Oh no… the voices…they're coming back!!… the sirens, Spears, the screaming. Jesus Christ, not now god-damnit!! Get out of my head…GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!"

7. (LA Skyline|) Song of Choice = [Welcome to the Jungle by Guns N Roses]

“How…how the hell did I end up here? No,no no now I remember… nearly blacked out there. That medication never worked after the second dosage. Maybe I'm just immune to the placebos."

8. (Black-Rock-Stadium|) Song of Choice = [Indestructible by Disturbed]

“Time’s running out… appears Calypso set us all up for failure judging from the look of this place. No matter, If I can flank them from behind, maybe I can lure them into those deathtraps to keep them out of my way. Never mess with a commander who knows how to kill."

Boss. (Juggernaut-Watkyn's Harbor|) Song of Choice = [No Remorse by Diamond Head]

"Fitting Calypso wants me to die in the very same place where I lived. Jokes on him, I've been dead inside for nearly three decades now... should've just pulled the trigger on me when he had the chance, Spears... this one's for you buddy. Wherever you are."

======================================================
*Ending)
"The enemies have all been destroyed. If the rules are correct, I had successfully won Calypso's contest with little trouble. But now, now this bastard owes me big time. I didn't come out of my way to kill innocent bystanders just to get jerked around here. I was offered a wish of my desires, I expect what's been given. Maybe now, I can start a new life."

Arriving to Calypso's headquarters, the devilish CEO was waiting outside to discuss the prize with the old timer. Sarcastically, Calypso began small talk, whilst making subtle jabs at Roger's disabilities.

----------------------

Calypso| “At ease, General. Thank you very much for your service, could I lend you a hand? Or I suppose a leg would suffice..."

Rogers| "Very funny you rotten son of a bitch! Now where's my goddamn prize… I don't have all day!"

Calypso| "Patience Mr. Rogers, afterall for a man devoted to valor, serving one's nation should be its own reward, should it not? What on Earth could you possibly wish for that is more important than American freedom?"

Rogers| "Isn't it obvious?! JUST LOOK AT ME, I'm old…I'm warn out… Hell, I'm not even half a goddamn man anymore thanks to those fucking Germans! Its the damn War that's to blame, it took everything from me!"

Calypso| "I see... so you're wish is to have your body restored? Just your limbs?

Rogers| "Not just my ‘limbs’...I want my life back, and my wife Annie…I want the life we were supposed to have. Before WWII came and threw my whole world under the garbage! What good did the war do for me? I served my part, now its about time I get proper compensation, now! Let some other poor bastard handle the burden."

Calypso| "Very well then Mr. Rogers, then perhaps life would be much better had things gone differently. When this is all over, your life will be as if you never joined the War."

Your wish, is Granted..."

-------------

Suddenly a bright flash engulfs Rogers, soon to be woken up by a loud alarm chime, he was back inside his old house in Watkyn's Harbor. However, he sprung up, realizing both hands were touching his face. His arm! Even his leg that was blown off in France, he got them back!

Something smelt good in the kitchen, as he heard a gentle whistling, to his surprise, Annie was cheerful as ever, cooking him some supper for the night. Ecstatic, Rogers got up and ran to his wife, hugging her tight, holding her forever in his arms as he apologized for how he acted.

Not knowing what he's referring to, Annie reassured Roger's he was probably just having a bad dream, nothing more. However... something felt, off...

Looking off to his side, Roger's heart sunk to the floor like a bag of bricks, spitting out the drink of his glass of water as he walked towards the family wall... on it, was a framed portrait of Adolf Hitler, with a red flag containing a swastika just above their fireplace.

------------------------------------------------

Rogers| "Annie... w-what, is THIS....doing in our house?

Annie| "What do you mean hun? All homes have one! Ever since Germany won the war, don't you remember?"

------------------------------------

Roger's knees fell to the ground, overwhelming paranoia and panic flooded his body, Annie starting to get concerned, as she never seen her husband have this sort of panic attack before, Rogers marched to the window, and low and behold... outside, the city he once knew, was overruled by armed stormtroopers, marching and patrolling the streets. Nazi insignias all over the roads, signs that said "Praise our Fuhrer!" among other horrific slogans.

-----------------------------

Calypso| "You see Rogers, you have gotten your wish. You were never drafted to the war, however, the military instead found someone who was...shall we say, less equipped as you were. The battalion he instructed all died before the blueprints were taken, causing Germany to win their fight in WWII.

But don't worry Mr. Rogers, I'm sure your new neighbors will welcome you with open arms..."

----------------------

Rogers ran outside, completely manic to what was going on around him, just before being taken away by armed soldiers into a white van. By causing a scene in public, they indoctrinated him to a psych ward, all while poor Annie stood there helpless as her husband was being detained from their home. While Roger's shouts obscenities' to his new German overlords.

His life, had forever changed. Everything he sacrificed for, his Honor, his Pride, his Valor, all wiped clean under a new umbrella of evil and hatred by their new government leaders. All just so he could have one last chance of a normal life with the woman he loved.

|THE END|

=======================================
*Trivia)

*Warthog is one of the few vehicles in the series that never missed an entry in the Twisted Metal Games, though his vehicle was absent in the recent Twisted Metal TV series as of this writing. (The other two being Sweet Tooth and Mr Grimm.)

*This rendition of Rogers is more-so a warped version of his Twisted Metal 2 & 3's rendition, with a slight kick of Mr. Grimm from Twisted Metal Black, regarding severe PTSD from War. However, the idea of him bringing his 'war-infested' mind back to civil society, is where I drew inspiration of making him a tragic character.

*To Unlock Warthog in TM2012, you'd need to complete the game on Twisted Difficulty, and by getting Gold Metals on EVERY campaign mission to unlock him, which requires getting a victory within a strict time limit. Although, using Juggernaut can accelerate the process, as anything he touches immediately gets damaged. So its highly recommended to use that hulking semi truck if you so wish to unlock him yourself.

*Warthogs alt color in the game's car-shop is a bright pink unicorn painting, which if I were to play into Roger’s story, perhaps its what Annie painted the car as after Rogers returned from the war. Its inclusion could also be a sign of “Peace/Love not war” ala Hippies of the 70's.

*Twisted Metal Black design of Warthog was chosen for TM2012, which is funny considering his driver 'Cage' is nowhere to be found.

*Warthog's specials in-game are somewhat similar to Axel's, being a large shockwave attack that sends enemies flying, or a charge attack which causes ramming damage.

(Though in Warthog's case, he does so by exposing a bright red panel under his chasse, which can not only harm opponents by coming in contact from it, but can also damage himself if someone where to shoot at the direct spot, making it a very risk/reward type of special attack.)

*The last line revolving Mr Roger's "Neighborhood" is a slight nod to the real life "Mister Roger's Neighborhood" Who actually was drafted during WWII before his production on TV.
=====================================
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*All Songs/Videos Belong to their respective owners.*

Description

Name: (General Rogers)
Age: (95)
Morality: (Neutral)
Occupation: (Retired War Veteran)
Vehicle: (Warthog)
Wish: (That he never fought the war.)
-------------------------
*Backstory)
=I’ve served my time.

But ‘time’ is just something I don't really have anymore. After all those grueling days on those dreaded fields... but what did it do for me? Nothing... not a goddamned thing! But worst of all... it took away the only person that mattered to me.

(We cut to the home of Watkyn’s Harbor, a grueling city where dreams go to die. Vacant here, inside the crumby neighborhood, is the rundown home of our newest contestant. General Rogers. A man who served his time in the days of war as an O9, but was left permanently disfigured due to a landmine explosion, costing him his arm and leg. Now all that remains is his broken psyche. Finding his wife in the bathtub, he blamed himself for her sudden suicide.)

Annie... I'm so sorry, Annie…

Was I really that much of a monster? Did I really have to force her out of my world... my god. What have I done?? And those voices… I can still hear those god-damned voices inside my head, Please God, just make it all go away!

*Suddenly we hear loud soaring sirens, the bombs were dropping, all Roger’s could hear was the screams of his past crew, among other enemy soldiers screaming on the attack. These thoughts echoed in his mind, driving him on the brink of insanity.

*Ambush!! INCOMING!! GRENADE!!!*

*GENERAL, We’re outnumbered! What are we gonna do?!*

*Save me sarge, please god save me!*

*Right flank!! INCOMING!!*

(The explosions were silenced by a loud humming sound… the tinnitus of Roger’s ptsd came and went. Sulking on the floor… he felt compelled to finish what the enemy couldn't…armed with a loaded shotgun, he planted it inside his mouth, just waiting for the moment for him to grow some balls and finally pull the trigger.)

I can still hear their screams… no matter how much booze I’ve ingested, those voices always come crawling back at the worst possible times… and this time, I was already at my limits. It all started, after I enrolled on an important mission from my superiors. Back to where everything just went to shit.

—-------
(Brief Flashback to 1967, the year of America's greatest war... World War II. Out near the bright fields of the destroyed streets of Paris, we find out current platoon of unfortunate soldiers. The Grunt Battalion. All while the track "Suicide is Painless by Johnny Mandel" fills the atmosphere. Jiving with the era presented.)

I was the top command of our current militia, The Grunt Battalion aka The Warthogs. A ragtag group of the strongest S.O.Bs you’d ever see. Though we had a large mass, only six of us took the mission to stop our arch enemy… a hideout for those godforsaken Nazis over in France. Colonel Hall told me they had a blueprint to win the war… and it was up to us to snag the plans before things went south.

Along with me, there was Captain Spears, Lieutenant Mitchell, Private Sanders, and the two medics, we were just a couple of Jarheads trying to survive out in the war. Frankly, we needed all the help we could get. But time was of the essence. If we waited another minute, those filthy German bastards would've been one step closer to arming their defenses. It was now, or never.

Just as we treaded the haunted ruins of that ungodly city, that's when the attack sprung. Suddenly Bombers flew overhead…. wiping out our squad like it was nothing… when I got my hearing back… all I could see was my troops… their bodies… were torn to pieces.

Mitchell| “Spears!! SPEARS!! They got Spears, General! We need to call reinforcements! Sanders can't take another hit! We gotta move!!"

We were so close to the location… those boys sacrificed themselves just so we could even make it this far… I had to go in, if I could just grab the blueprints…. I could dash my way out of here and run like Hell back to HQ. I told Mitchell, no matter what happens, you grab that blueprint even if Im left dying in my own blood. He listened, by god that boy listened. In the end, he was the real hero in all of this.

But then… my luck ran out.

Inside, though I found the sheet, landmines were scattered. Trickled and hidden inside the cathedral, those fucking German pieces of shit rigged the place… before I could even react, everything went up in smoke. First my arm went flying, then I saw my leg go in the opposite direction. I could still move my fingers, but I couldn't touch my face anymore. After that, I blacked out…

Mitchell retrieved the blueprints as I ordered, and managed to hold off the troops before help arrived, saving Sanders in the process. But me? I was a mess. Back in the medical bay, they retrieved my limbs… what layed on that table was pieces of me, my god… what would Annie say, seeing her own husband missing fucking pieces of himself after months, hell YEARS of being out to draft.

When the war ended, I was lucky enough to return home, Annie, though shocked, tried having things return to normal. But me? Nothing would ever be normal again… not after the all shit I've just witnessed.

I snapped, I’ve lost my temper, in a vain attempt to hush those fucking voices inside my head… its gotten so bad, Annie had guests over, but I ended up scaring them all off after one of their shit eating kids poked at my leg stump. The fucking audacity for their little skidmarks to poke fun at my expense was where I drew the line. But I couldn't control my anger, Annie… she ended up getting caught in my crossfire. The things I've said to her… if I could just take it all back, maybe she wouldn't have done what she did.

Annie finally had enough, not having the heart to divorce me, she took herself out of the equation all together. Laying in the bathtub… my poor, sweet Annie. My precious angel… gone. By then I was ready to finish the job, until news reports started playing a particular event, which might've finally gave me a second chance to unfuck my life more than it already had been.

I heard wind of the current contest run by some guy called Calypso… the dandiest thing that a man can claim to grant anyone a wish of their desires. That war took everything from me… I was supposed to have a good life, with my wife by my side, singing ‘Oh Come all Ye Faithful’. Instead, It's just me, and this abomination of a vehicle. For the sake of the contest, I reworked our old Station Wagon, with some leftover parts of our boys' old tank. This sucker has enough reinforced steel to stop a frag grenades', let alone some jackasses in a puny muscle car.

When I win this contest, I better get another shot at life… if not, whelp… This soldier has just revoked his privilege to life.

At ease, you sons of bitches…Here I come!

------------------------------
*Campaign Order/Loading Screen Intermissions)

===

1. (Watkyn’s Harbor|) Song of Choice = [War Pigs by Black Sabbath]

"Contest is just about to start…right outside my hometown no less. Annie, when I win this contest, please forgive me for everything I've put you through…”

2. (Sunsprings CA|) Song of Choice = [War Machine by KISS]

"The tides of war begin to shift, if these townsfolks were smart, they’d get their asses out of the way before all Hell lets loose. Me? Nothing I can’t stomach. Holding your teammate's entrails as they scream for their mothers life hardens you like a son of a bitch."

3. (Thrills N Spills|) Song of Choice = [99 Red Balloons by Goldfinger]

"Calypso’s got some twisted sense of humor having me fight here. Back in the 50's, this place used to be the life of the town. Seeing everything go to shit, really puts a dent in your stride."

4. (Diesel City|) Song of Choice = [Peace Sells by MegaDeth]

“Disgusting putrid stench of this place really makes me sick. Its no wonder Calypso chose this route for the battleground. Considering all the gun violence, these people all rolled the dice the second they walked out the door."

5. (Diablo Pass|) Song of Choice = [WAR by Edwin Star]

"I’ve lead many soldiers to their destination, but in the end all it did was lead them to their deaths. Yet somehow my sorry ass got to live through it all. Why Lord, why punish me for just trying to help our country thrive?"

6. (Metro Square|) Song of Choice = [One by Metallica]

“Oh no… the voices…they're coming back!!… the sirens, Spears, the screaming. Jesus Christ, not now god-damnit!! Get out of my head…GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!"

7. (LA Skyline|) Song of Choice = [Welcome to the Jungle by Guns N Roses]

“How…how the hell did I end up here? No,no no now I remember… nearly blacked out there. That medication never worked after the second dosage. Maybe I'm just immune to the placebos."

8. (Black-Rock-Stadium|) Song of Choice = [Indestructible by Disturbed]

“Time’s running out… appears Calypso set us all up for failure judging from the look of this place. No matter, If I can flank them from behind, maybe I can lure them into those deathtraps to keep them out of my way. Never mess with a commander who knows how to kill."

Boss. (Juggernaut-Watkyn's Harbor|) Song of Choice = [No Remorse by Diamond Head]

"Fitting Calypso wants me to die in the very same place where I lived. Jokes on him, I've been dead inside for nearly three decades now... should've just pulled the trigger on me when he had the chance, Spears... this one's for you buddy. Wherever you are."

======================================================
*Ending)
"The enemies have all been destroyed. If the rules are correct, I had successfully won Calypso's contest with little trouble. But now, now this bastard owes me big time. I didn't come out of my way to kill innocent bystanders just to get jerked around here. I was offered a wish of my desires, I expect what's been given. Maybe now, I can start a new life."

Arriving to Calypso's headquarters, the devilish CEO was waiting outside to discuss the prize with the old timer. Sarcastically, Calypso began small talk, whilst making subtle jabs at Roger's disabilities.

----------------------

Calypso| “At ease, General. Thank you very much for your service, could I lend you a hand? Or I suppose a leg would suffice..."

Rogers| "Very funny you rotten son of a bitch! Now where's my goddamn prize… I don't have all day!"

Calypso| "Patience Mr. Rogers, afterall for a man devoted to valor, serving one's nation should be its own reward, should it not? What on Earth could you possibly wish for that is more important than American freedom?"

Rogers| "Isn't it obvious?! JUST LOOK AT ME, I'm old…I'm warn out… Hell, I'm not even half a goddamn man anymore thanks to those fucking Germans! Its the damn War that's to blame, it took everything from me!"

Calypso| "I see... so you're wish is to have your body restored? Just your limbs?

Rogers| "Not just my ‘limbs’...I want my life back, and my wife Annie…I want the life we were supposed to have. Before WWII came and threw my whole world under the garbage! What good did the war do for me? I served my part, now its about time I get proper compensation, now! Let some other poor bastard handle the burden."

Calypso| "Very well then Mr. Rogers, then perhaps life would be much better had things gone differently. When this is all over, your life will be as if you never joined the War."

Your wish, is Granted..."

-------------

Suddenly a bright flash engulfs Rogers, soon to be woken up by a loud alarm chime, he was back inside his old house in Watkyn's Harbor. However, he sprung up, realizing both hands were touching his face. His arm! Even his leg that was blown off in France, he got them back!

Something smelt good in the kitchen, as he heard a gentle whistling, to his surprise, Annie was cheerful as ever, cooking him some supper for the night. Ecstatic, Rogers got up and ran to his wife, hugging her tight, holding her forever in his arms as he apologized for how he acted.

Not knowing what he's referring to, Annie reassured Roger's he was probably just having a bad dream, nothing more. However... something felt, off...

Looking off to his side, Roger's heart sunk to the floor like a bag of bricks, spitting out the drink of his glass of water as he walked towards the family wall... on it, was a framed portrait of Adolf Hitler, with a red flag containing a swastika just above their fireplace.

------------------------------------------------

Rogers| "Annie... w-what, is THIS....doing in our house?

Annie| "What do you mean hun? All homes have one! Ever since Germany won the war, don't you remember?"

------------------------------------

Roger's knees fell to the ground, overwhelming paranoia and panic flooded his body, Annie starting to get concerned, as she never seen her husband have this sort of panic attack before, Rogers marched to the window, and low and behold... outside, the city he once knew, was overruled by armed stormtroopers, marching and patrolling the streets. Nazi insignias all over the roads, signs that said "Praise our Fuhrer!" among other horrific slogans.

-----------------------------

Calypso| "You see Rogers, you have gotten your wish. You were never drafted to the war, however, the military instead found someone who was...shall we say, less equipped as you were. The battalion he instructed all died before the blueprints were taken, causing Germany to win their fight in WWII.

But don't worry Mr. Rogers, I'm sure your new neighbors will welcome you with open arms..."

----------------------

Rogers ran outside, completely manic to what was going on around him, just before being taken away by armed soldiers into a white van. By causing a scene in public, they indoctrinated him to a psych ward, all while poor Annie stood there helpless as her husband was being detained from their home. While Roger's shouts obscenities' to his new German overlords.

His life, had forever changed. Everything he sacrificed for, his Honor, his Pride, his Valor, all wiped clean under a new umbrella of evil and hatred by their new government leaders. All just so he could have one last chance of a normal life with the woman he loved.

|THE END|

=======================================
*Trivia)

*Warthog is one of the few vehicles in the series that never missed an entry in the Twisted Metal Games, though his vehicle was absent in the recent Twisted Metal TV series as of this writing. (The other two being Sweet Tooth and Mr Grimm.)

*This rendition of Rogers is more-so a warped version of his Twisted Metal 2 & 3's rendition, with a slight kick of Mr. Grimm from Twisted Metal Black, regarding severe PTSD from War. However, the idea of him bringing his 'war-infested' mind back to civil society, is where I drew inspiration of making him a tragic character.

*To Unlock Warthog in TM2012, you'd need to complete the game on Twisted Difficulty, and by getting Gold Metals on EVERY campaign mission to unlock him, which requires getting a victory within a strict time limit. Although, using Juggernaut can accelerate the process, as anything he touches immediately gets damaged. So its highly recommended to use that hulking semi truck if you so wish to unlock him yourself.

*Warthogs alt color in the game's car-shop is a bright pink unicorn painting, which if I were to play into Roger’s story, perhaps its what Annie painted the car as after Rogers returned from the war. Its inclusion could also be a sign of “Peace/Love not war” ala Hippies of the 70's.

*Twisted Metal Black design of Warthog was chosen for TM2012, which is funny considering his driver 'Cage' is nowhere to be found.

*Warthog's specials in-game are somewhat similar to Axel's, being a large shockwave attack that sends enemies flying, or a charge attack which causes ramming damage.

(Though in Warthog's case, he does so by exposing a bright red panel under his chasse, which can not only harm opponents by coming in contact from it, but can also damage himself if someone where to shoot at the direct spot, making it a very risk/reward type of special attack.)

*The last line revolving Mr Roger's "Neighborhood" is a slight nod to the real life "Mister Roger's Neighborhood" Who actually was drafted during WWII before his production on TV.
=====================================
[Full playlists Click Here]

*All Songs/Videos Belong to their respective owners.*